"We have you on tape hitting Lieutenant Martin over the head
"We have you on tape hitting Lieutenant Martin over the head!" Gibbs roared at the man sitting across from him.
Doctor Patrick Greene was a man in his mid-forties. He was balding and wore glasses. What hair he did have left was brown with streaks of grey.
Gibbs' blue eyed glare was met with an equally icy grey glare.
"I told you Special Agent Gibbs, I know nothing of your dead Lieutenant!"
"Horace Peters." Gibbs hissed as he sat down in the chair across from Greene.
"Who?"
"The man you murdered."
"So now I murdered a man too? This is absurd Agent Gibbs!"
"Is it?"
"Yes! Now my poker buddy is a lawyer. I could call him down here and have him set this thing out!"
--
"Mrs. Greene?" McGee asked a woman who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties.
"Yes?" She answered in a small voice.
"Special Agent Timothy McGee." McGee said as he flashed his ID and badge. "And this is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." He said as he gestured to Tony, who was standing behind him. "We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions."
"Sure." She seemed to visibly relax a bit.
"Do you know a Horace Peters?" Tony asked.
"Yes." She replied.
"How do you know him?" McGee asked.
"He used to play poker with my husband."
"Used to?" Tony asked.
"He moved."
"Do you know where he moved to?" McGee asked.
"Um…Seattle I think it was. What's this about?"
"Does your husband play poker with anyone else?" Tony questioned.
"Yes."
"Can we have their names?" Tony questioned again.
"Well there's Patrick and Horace, Greg, Randall and Alex."
"Last names?" McGee asked politely.
"Um… my husband, Peters, Ryan, Jackson and Spencer."
"And where can we reach them?" Tony asked.
"Well, Greg went back to Ohio. I have Alex and Randall's phone numbers. Let me go get them for you."
"Thank you Mrs. Greene."
--
"Randall Jackson." Randall said as he stuck his hand out to Gibbs. "I'm Patrick's lawyer."
Gibbs gave him his classic 'Gibbs' stare and Randall slowly put his hand down.
"What are you holding my client on?"
Gibbs turned around and faced the monitor that hung on the wall of the interrogation room. He picked up the remote, clicked the button and the video of Greene and Martin came onto the screen.
The three men watched in silence for a moment before Gibbs spoke.
"We have her body down in autopsy."
Randall turned to look at Patrick for a minute before saying, "Can I have a few minutes alone with my client, Special Agent Gibbs?"
--
"Boss, Greene plays poker with an Alex Spencer, Randall Jackson, Greg Ryan and Horace Peters." McGee said into the phone.
"That's good work McGee. See if you can find Spencer, Ryan and bring them back here."
"That's the thing Boss. Mrs. Greene says that Horace Peters moved to Seattle, and we know that's not true because he's with Ducky right now…"
"Today McGee!"
"She also said that Greg Ryan moved back to Ohio."
McGee heard a click and then silence.
"Boss?"
--
"You didn't mention that you played poker together." Gibbs yelled.
"Excuse me? Is this relevant?" Randall yelled back, as he stood up.
"Sit." Gibbs growled in a calm voice.
Randall obliged. "I'll ask again," he began, "Is this relevant?"
"I'll ask the questions here Mr. Jackson." Gibbs snapped.
"Then ask!"
"Where Greg Ryan?"
Patrick instantly paled.
"He moved back to Ohio Special Agent Gibbs." Patrick answered.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Yes."
"I don't like being lied to Mr. Greene. I have an agent, she was trained by Mossad, I could call her in here to get the truth out of you." Gibbs made to pull out his phone. "Oh! I forgot, she also got shot yesterday, so she may be a little irritable today." He flipped his phone open.
"Really! He's in Ohio!" Randall exclaimed. "I'll call him!" He also made to pull out his phone, but was stopped when Patrick put his hand on his jacket, stopping him from reaching his phone.
"Wait. There's no need to call him."
"And why's that?"
Patrick was silent.
"Our forensic scientist traced bank records, credit card receipts, phone records, Gregory Ryan was last heard from October 14th. That's three days before Horace Peters checked into the hospital to get his x-ray and stitched treated! Do you want to take a guess who his doctor was Mr. Jackson?" Gibbs turned his icy glare to the lawyer.
"What the hell is going on Patrick?"
"What happened the 14th Patrick?" Gibbs asked coolly.
Patrick turned his head to look at Randall, who nodded.
Patrick turned back to face Gibbs and took a deep breath. "After Randy went home, Me, Horace and Ryan got into a fight."
"About what?" Gibbs asked.
"Money. Ryan wasn't putting his fair share into the pool."
"What happened?" Gibbs asked.
"We fought. Horace had Ryan pinned and…" He trailed off.
"Patrick, what did you do?" Randall asked.
"I picked up the shovel, and I tried to hit him, but I hit Horace's arm instead and it started bleeding. Then I hit again and I got Ryan…" He looked down so that the other two men wouldn't see the tears come out of his eyes.
"Where's Ryan's body?" Randall asked.
Patrick was silent once more.
"Credit card receipts say that you bought a few hundred dollars worth of wood." Gibbs said.
"The deck?" Randall said. "You buried him under the deck?" He stood up and ran his hands through his hair.
"Horace Peters?"
"He came to the hospital that night," Patrick began, still looking down, "said he was going to turn himself in and that I should do the same thing. I couldn't let him go! I would have lost my practice!"
"Addison Martin?" Gibbs asked.
"Who?" Patrick asked looking up, his face streaked with tears.
"Lieutenant Addison Martin. The woman you hit over the head?"
"Good God Patrick! You killed a woman too? A Lieutenant?"
"I had to! She saw me treating Horace! She knew that I gave him too much morphine! She was going to tell! I couldn't let her go! I just wanted to knock her out! I didn't mean to kill her!" At this point Patrick was in hysterics. "I didn't mean to kill her." He repeated in a whisper.
"She was still breathing when you dumped her body into the river. She drowned."
"What?" Patrick whispered, looking up.
"The blow to the head didn't kill Lieutenant Martin, the dump into the river did." And with that, Gibbs gathered his things, stood up and left the room.