AN: So sorry I haven't updated sooner, but I have been away, with no access to a computer.
Disclaimer: Ditto the last one.
Gibbs had come home late, nothing unusual in that, except that he brought food with him. They were sat on the sofa eating when the phone rang, mouth full, Abby answered.
"Ello? Woo wis rit? No wit's Wabby. 'Ere wit's 'or woo."
"Gibbs? Ok, bring them in to NCIS. We'll meet you there. Hand them over to no one except me. Ok? Good." He hung up and threw some trousers to Abby, who'd been walking round his house in one of his shirts at that moment.
Tony and one of the cops were at loggerheads over the football when they got in to the bullpen. Kate and the other escorting police officer were looking on in contempt. Gibbs gave Tony short, sharp slap round the back of the head and continued to his desk.
"Names?" He indicated the pair in handcuffs.
"Denis Warwick and his partner in crime; Bart Southler. They've both refused to be cooperative, but one of our guys recognised them from that photo you faxed us of the other known suspects in that shooting. We haven't got the budget to keep them, food costs money, as does water and electricity, you know." Gibbs decided to totally ignore the man.
"Tony, Kate you know where they're heading, so go. Abby go with McGee and find something to do. If she goes near anything caffeinated or sugar filled, I will kick your backsides out of here!" The guy Tony had been arguing with gave Gibbs a funny look.
"Abby's our lab tech, and she loves nothing more than to pass out on a sugar or caffeine over-dose." He walked after the rest of his team, leaving the two men to find their own way out.
Looking through the glass Gibbs looked at Kate and the man she was interrogating. Though the man wasn't giving much up, apart from a wish for a lawyer. Suddenly she got an unexpected response; the man smiled, then sighed, picked at a mole on his hand and said "My name is unimportant, but what is important is that I know where my boss, who is the one who sent him here in the first place, is. And I'm not talking."
Abby had been stood in the side room to the watch, McGee had had to go to sort out a computer error, but when she heard this she ran from the room. She didn't know where she was going, just that she had to keep going, away from that man. She ran through the doors to autopsy, knew she was safe and collapsed.
Gibbs left the room after her. He took his time knowing that she'd be with Ducky. He also wanted to give her time to stop crying. He didn't like seeing her cry, it made him feel as if he'd upset her in some way. He took the elevator; she'd have taken the stairs, he rode in for perhaps twenty minutes before getting out.
"What happened?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Ducky, just tell me what happened."
"Well, she ran into here and collapsed, feinted, passed out. Gibbs which ever way you put it something is going on, and I want to know what it is."
"Her shooting was an attempted murder, but the guy isn't going to talk soon. He says he knows where the hell his boss is, but I don't know whether to believe him."
"No wonder the poor girl feinted, I think it was the best that could have happened in that situation."
Abby had had enough of laying still, the metal table had been covered with a blanket, and decided to join in the conversation.
"You he might not be as mad as you think he is. He might just need the money he's undoubtedly being paid."
The doors opened as Abby sat up.
"Hey, duck, have you…? Oh, there you are boss. That guy's a totally nut case." He waved to Abby, who weakly waved back.
"DiNozzo, special job for you. Go and get me coffee and a Caff-Pow, and if I find out you sent someone else I'll give your job to McGee." Tony left at a run and ran straight into the lift doors.