A/N: Here is the second to last chapter of the story, also known as the climax so, as always, I hope you enjoy...
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or NCIS, my parents however do own a house.
Chapter 11
Gibbs let go of House and handed him his cane, which had fallen down when he was pushed against the wall. House took the cane and with a smirk, started to walk down the hall.
The NCIS team was not use to House's moments, but they all had a feeling that this doctor was going to lead them to the target they have been so extensively looking for. House seemed like one of those people who where insane but a genius, and when a genius comes up with something, you follow them.
The hospital was crowded, with patients and doctors running left and right, a couple of them eying House and the team with suspicion. House was on a mission and nobody dared to get in his way. As they walked down the hall House's team and Wilson joined them.
"House," said Foreman catching on quickly, "what have you got."
"Poison," was House's reply.
"We checked for poison," said Taulb.
"He didn't have any in his system when he came in, he was given a drug that was fast acting but then vanishing from view."
"But it would of worn out well before now, plus he wouldn't of dropped into the comma." Protested Chase.
"It did." Said House determined to get to the patient.
Both teams were confused utterly until Gibbs caught on.
"He was given poison in the Hospital."
"Exactly," replied House slightly impressed, "No one would of noticed someone injecting the patient with something in a hospital. It's what caused the memory loss, rash and comma, and if I'm right…"
"The distributor of this injection is still in the hospital to make sure his target dies." Finished Gibbs.
"Yes." said House.
They came up to the hospital desk at that floor. The Nurse manning it was slightly confused by the large group of doctors and federal agents, which now had their weapons out. House asked if anyone besides the Nurses had been in to see the patient.
"Only one man, he said he was a close friend from the Navy." She said still confused.
"Is he still here?" asked Gibbs, "It's urgent."
"Yes, in fact he's visiting the patient right now."
"Thank you," said Gibbs running toward the door, his team close behind, all with their weapons drawn.
The blinds were closed but Gibbs peaked inside. The man inside had been at the crime scene, he was tall had black hair and was leaning over the patient to whisper in his ear. Gibbs signaled for his team to stay outside the room and they knew that if things went bad they were to take the shot. Gibbs entered.
The man looked up from talking to the patient with surprise and Gibb thought he caught a glimpse of fear.
"Who are you," asked the man in a deep voice.
"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS." Replied Gibbs calmly, "you knew the Petty officer?"
"Yeah we were friends," said the man, "why is NCIS here."
"This man is dead, or will be in a couple minutes, the doctors say there is nothing they can do. That makes it NCIS business." Lied Gibbs, he saw what he wanted to see a quick, tiny, smile on the man's face. This man wanted his "friend" dead.
"That's sad," the man lied, "we were close."
"You mind if I take your prints," said Gibbs coming toward the man, "so we can clear you of suspicion."
"Of killing him?"
"Yes, we lifted some prints from the crime scene, if you give us yours we can clear your name."
"You couldn't of lifted prints I…" The man stopped and fear filled his face.
"How would you know we couldn't lift any prints Petty officer?"
He was cornered in a matter of seconds, his brilliant plan had gone down the drain. He was trapped, so he did the only thing he could do. He drew his hunting knife and desperately stabbed at Gibbs.
However, he wasn't as fast as as Gibbs team, before he got close to Gibbs, three shots were fired, the glass shattered in magnificent fashion and the man fell to the floor, dead.