A/N: Yeah I know I haven't posted anything for a long time, but I've had a lot of stuff going on. I still am sorry and I'll put out the next chapter a lot sooner. Anyways here it is the infamous chapter 9, hope you enjoy...

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to House M.D or NCIS, I do however own a wii.

Chapter 9

House walked around the table of doctor, all of which were confused. The white board held the symptoms: vomiting blood, loss of consciousness, memory lose, low platelet count, rash, and heart failure.

"It could be anemia," said Masters as a last resort.

"Wouldn't explain the rash, and memory loss." said Foreman deep in thought.

"Maybe it's Lupus," said Tony who was standing in the corner clearly overwhelmed by the medical language.

The whole team looked at him, House more glared at him.

"What," said Tony uneasily, "my Aunt has Lupus."

The team went back to work ignoring Tony's sudden outburst.

"We could of caused the rash with an allergic reaction." said Chase.

"Allergies don't explain memory loss," Taulb added.

"Nothing explains the symptoms House," protested Foreman.

"Somethings got to explain the symptoms!" shouted House, the echo bouncing of the enclosed room's walls.

The room was quite for a couple of minutes, no one dared say anything, for no one had a idea. House looked back and forth from each of his team members, none of them meeting his eyes.

"I didn't hire you to think of obvious diagnoses, I hired you to go outside the box and find the right answer!" said House getting more and more upset, "right now I have no idea why I hired any of you! I don't care what it takes but go out there and get me SOMETHING!"

Masters moved here lips as if to protest, but seeing the face of here boss made here think twice. The team stood up and left the room, leaving there papers behind, trying to get away from House as quick as possible.

House then turned to Tony who flinched just ever so slightly. They looked at each other for a couple of moments before House spoke.

"You're team better be good," said House, "because your only witness is about to die."

The police were starting to pull up to the house when McGee got Ducky on a video feed.

"Duck," said Gibbs talking to the computer, "we got a dead body."

"Let me take a look Jethro," replied Ducky, who was sitting at his desk in the autopsy room.

Gibbs moved the screen to face the body, which was still in it's original position. It seemed pretty simple to the team.

"It's hard to tell much from this video, but I'd say he didn't stand much of a chance to whomever was his aggressor. Will you be sending me the body Jethro?

"Yeah Duck," said Gibbs and then closed the computer screen.

McGee had brought a camera and was taking pictures as everyone else put on gloves, rule number two.

There wasn't much to see beside the fact of a large deep cut in the man's neck, clearly the reason for his death. There was no blood trail, and no murder weapon. No prints were found. It seemed like another dead end. Just then Gibb's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and flipped the phone up to his ear.

"Yeah Ads." he said putting the phone on speaker.

"Gibbs," Abby (forensic annalist) spoke in her usual happy tone. "I got something. The weapon used to kill Petty officer was a Anza 705 fixed blade hunting knife. It's short and has two indents in the handle for grip. Anyway I unscrambled the voice that McGee sent to me and it's definitely not our murderer, unless the murderer was depressed and was crying all the time, which could be the case because I say this TV show one time..."
"Abby." said Gibbs breaking her out of rant.

"Sorry Gibbs," she apologized, "Anyway, the person who made the threat was sobbing, he definitely didn't do on his own freewill. My guess is he was forced to make the call just before his death."

"This Guy is good." said Ziva.

"Well we need to be better," replied Gibbs.