Long Island History
Chapter 6: At the end, there is a call
McGee and Ziva watched Gibbs, while he stood in front of the murderer. Through the glass they could see his face. He didn't say anything. And so did Gibbs. Just with a coffee in his hand.
"Why?" Gibbs asked. The guy in front of him was the killer. Thomas Kingston, 47, a doctor. He hadn't said anything. Not even one word.
"You don't know what Marines did to Me." he said.
"I know. Last year, 2 drunken Marines killed you 23 year-old son Carter." Gibbs answered.
"Yes. They should know, how it feels to loose his child." Thomas shouted.
"But this people haven't done anything to you. You don't even know them." Gibbs shouted back.
"I know, like my son. These Marines didn't even know my son. But they killed him." his voice was weak. He looked in Gibbs's face. Gibbs took his coffee and went out.
"Wait, how did you found out, that I'm the killer?" Thomas asked.
"We found a hair on the last victim. And your DNA was in the data base, because you once damaged some cars, while you were drunk." Gibbs said and closed the door. McGee and Ziva stood outside already.
"Where is DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"Allison woke up." Ziva said.
"Good Evening, Al. It's good to be alive, isn't it?" Tony asked her.
"Every time Antz. I'm tired. Let me sleep." she said.
"You slept, about 2 days."
"I know. I dreamt about you and Luca."
"And what were these dreams about?"
"Normal What-if-dreams. I have them often." Allison said with a smile on her face, then she fell asleep and Tony smiled too.
Later at night, Tony sat at his desk. Everyone was at home. Except Gibbs. Tony took his bag and switched of his lamp. Then he went to the elevator.
"One question before you go, DiNozzo." Tony turned around. It was Gibbs, who asked.
"Just ask." he said.
"How died your son?"
"Pulmonary embolism. From his birth his lungs were weak. After pneumonia he came to hospital, and then he died. You know what it means, when you child dies. " Tony said.
"Yes, I do. Night Tony."
"Night Boss." Tony said and went into the elevator. Gibbs switched of his lamp, took his coffee and his mobile phone. Then he dialed a number.
"Yes, hello?" was the voice on the other end of the phone. It was the voice of a woman.
"Good evening, Helena." Gibbs said.
"Hello Dad." the woman's voice said
The END
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