A/N Sorry about the short length but I've been more busier than i originally intended. Apologies. Also if anyone has any ideas to what is actually happening regarding the new season it would be vastly appreciated. I've heard of episodes being shown earlier? Is it true?
Also don't forget to join up to the new NCIS RPG. The link is in my profile... Enjoy.
"Jester… why would we believe you? Of all the people?" Gibbs asked furiously. He was still trying to wrap his head around the whole idea, and it had been at least 10 minutes since the revelation of the attack on the president had come about. Since then, Tony and Gibbs had been berating and shouting at Jester to provide them with something and he hadn't failed to deliver, exploring the details off what seemed the top of his head, clearly knowing the facts as if studied for hours.
"Agent Gibbs, I'm terribly afraid you don't have a choice in the matter." Jester smirked at them over the webcam, looking as if he were enjoying their discomfort. He still leant back in his chair with his legs crossed speaking to them over the hacking of the NCIS building. In fairness he didn't look special in the slightest, his jet black hair spiking in different ways and his large eyes wincing in amusement.
"Say we agree to accept your… theory," Tony sneered at the word as he glared at the plasma screen in front of him, "why are you helping us? I would have though there would be some poor child you could be terrorising instead?"
A cold laugh sounded from the computers, giving both Tony and even Gibbs a slight shiver. Gibbs was watching Tony speak with a slight glint in his eye showing his concern for his state of his senior agent.
"Oh, Anthony. Do you really have that low of opinion of me?" The senior agent opened his mouth to confirm that but Jester knew it was coming. "Don't answer that." If possible, his smirk grew bigger as Gibbs had to prevent himself from screaming and instead accept to just watch. "The only thing I can say to you, NCIS agents, is that I may," the smirk vanished instantly and he almost looked pained as he reiterated the next word with his arms pronouncing it "may have pissed off the wrong people."
"You? Surely not?!" Gibbs spoke dryly.
"I know, as hard as that may seem!" Jester laughed gently before sobering up and looking hard at Gibbs, "but it's the truth. These people are the very same people that want to kill your beloved leader so it would be in my best interest to help you, in effect, help me."
"I knew this wasn't about doing the right thing." Tony laughed as best he could, his nose panging in pain as it moved. It was still heavily bandaged and he had refused the pain killers due to what they did to his motor skills and he wasn't about to be out of the game with Jester around. He looked at Gibbs, showing his disgust at the notion of helping the man. "It's just about helping himself as usual."
"Ding ding ding! Lover boy should get 10points! Unfortunately you were out of the time limit so you don't get anything apart from limited information… especially if you hurt my delicate feelings, Anthony!" Jester held his hand to his chest pretending to be deeply hurt.
Another Ding was heard but this time from behind Tony causing him to turn around and face the elevator. Gibbs stood abruptly and looked in the same direction, half expecting Jester to walk through the door even though it was impossible with his smug face grinning on the screen. Tony winced as the steel doors opened and a smiling Abby ran through with her boots thudding against the carpeted floor as she ran.
Running straight past Tony and not even looking at the plasma Abby reached Gibbs with a big smile on her black lips.
"Gibbs!" She started excitedly and was about to continue when the marine stopped her, causing the Goth to stop and look at him expectedly.
"Abby…" Gibbs was, too, about to speak before he was interrupted.
"Abigail." The Goth stopped and all faint amusement that had been present on her face disappeared at the chilling voice that sounded both happy and sounded as if he were smiling. "I haven't spoken to you in a while." Abby screwed her face up and winced with her mouth drawing into a fine line. She followed Gibbs expression and turned to where Tony stood in front of the large screen, trying to not cry whilst she did it.
"I hope I wouldn't again." She whispered her face still tight together. Her gaze had fallen on the carpet and her shoulders hunched before she felt a light hand on her shoulder.
"Gibbs! Who is the master of crime solving?"
"Master?"
"I would have said Mistress but that sounds a little kinky… and this is hardly the time, my silver haired fox." Abby chided gently, a stern look on her face as she leant against his desk. Gibbs simply lifted his eyebrows.
"Abby?" Abby was about to respond but was cut off from someone behind her. Jester sat with his legs crossed in a seat between the two desks.
"So this is the legendary Ms Sciuto?"
"Who are you?" She asked in her special Abby way,
"Jester McWilliams, ma'am." He looked her up and down appreciatively, smirking to himself.
"Ignore him, Abby." Tony cut in, glaring at the man beside him.
"Pretend," He gave a daring smile looking at her face, "like I was never here."
The sight of the man in front gave Abby terrible shivers and made her smaller black hair on her neck stand up. Everything about him screamed horridness and for once she couldn't wait to leave the bullpen. His voice swept over her like a shadow and she couldn't help but throw the packet of evidence she had been excited to show Gibbs on his desk before quickly departing.
"Now, surely you don't mean that."
"Jester," Gibbs saved Abby from more scrutinizing, "we need to talk face to face." He ignored the shocked and cold glare from Abby, her cheeks beginning to stain a line of black.
"I couldn't agree more, Gibbs. At the moment I haven't got that nice of a view." Gibbs sat back down quickly into his seat and Tony simply rolled his eyes to put them back on the screen, feeling the presence of Abby beside him. She looped her arm through his in comfort and security and held on to the outside of his arm with her other hand.
"Where?" Gibbs knew the only way this would work would be on Jester's terms, especially as they had to take each threat seriously. Jester shrugged and bit his lip in thought.
"Well Agent Gibbs… how about we return to old times." The plasma showed the huge smirk develop on the English man's face as he named the place of meet and time. Abby could see the reflection of Tony in the plasma as it shut off, and it didn't help in the slightest to stem the tiny flow of salty tears on her cheek.