Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:Miami or NCIS in any shape or form - much to my disgust. Just a little note - anything appearing in Italics means that the character is using American Sign Language...enjoy....
Chapter 2
Two Months Later – NCIS:
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked. "Stop bugging Elf Lord and get busy with your report. I expect to see it on my desk by the end of the day."
Chastened – Tony sat down with a thump; making his chair squeak as he began pecking away at his keyboard.
Gibbs hid his own smirk as he turned back to grab his ringing phone. "Gibbs. Oh hi Renee. Well no, I haven't been in contact with her lately. Is her passport and laptop missing? It's at the house? Okay, I'm gonna send someone to your house to pick up the laptop. Do you have any recent photos? Good can you email them to Agent McGee? Good, I want you and your husband to stay at the house in case your sister contacts you. Or in case you get a ransom demand. I promise you that we will do our best to find them," Gibbs said, before having up the phone, pinching his nose and sighing heavily.
"New case boss?" Tony asked, looking up hopefully – forgetting the report that he was working on.
"Yeah," Gibbs looked around. "I want you and Ziva to drive to Norfolk, to Renee's house and pick up Randi's computer and bring it back here. "McGee..."
"Got the address right here, boss," Tim replied, hastily scribbling Renee's address on a piece of paper.
"And while you are there – take a quick look around for any possible evidence."
"Evidence? Evidence of what Gibbs?" Ziva asked, her dark brown eyebrows drawing together in a concerned frown.
"Randi and her daughter seem to be missing."
"Gotcha boss," Tony said, heading for the elevator with Ziva.
"McGee...," Gibbs turned towards Tim.
"Receiving the photos now. I'll print them out and issue a missing persons report for the Tri-State area and check with the local LEO's and area hospitals for any unidentified accident victims," Tim rattled off, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Do you know what type of car she was driving? Is it GPS equipped?"
"Check with the rental car agencies at Dulles International for that information."
"Will do boss."
Gibbs turned back towards his computer, thinking of Abby's friend who had quickly endeared herself to him and his team along with her tiny daughter; who had him wrapped tightly around her little pinkie finger. "Aww, Randi – what kind of shit have you and Jayma gotten yourself into?"
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A short while later, Tim hung up the phone saying. "Got something boss."
"What do you have?" Gibbs asked, swinging around in his chair before standing up.
"Randi rented a Toyota sedan at Dulles – two and half months ago. And they said that Norfolk PD contacted them two months ago to inform them that the car had been found burned out in the parking lot of Rock Creek Park."
"Any victims?" Gibbs asked tersely – bracing himself for the worse.
"I contacted Norfolk PD about the car and they reported that there were no bodies in the burned out car. But they searched the park and found two men who had each been shot twice in the back."
"They were executed," Gibbs stated. "Any I.D.'s on the two men?"
"They were identified as members of a outlaw biker gang called 'Satan's Spawn'. A gang that operates primarily out of San Diego," Tim reported.
"Any other bodies discovered in the park?"
"The park was searched for evidence, but nothing was found."
"What kind of gun killed the two biker's?"
"They don't know."
"They don't know? Why in the hell not?"
"They didn't find any bullets. The M.E. says that it looks like someone dug the bullets out of the victim's bodies with a knife or something similar."
"Sounds like a professional hit," Gibbs mused before asking. "Were the bikers identified at all?"
"Jensen – was the gang's leader; he had a rap sheet longer than my arm – mostly armed robbery and drug trafficking. Very few convictions because any possible witnesses disappear or are found dead. The other biker was known as 'Boy Slick' cause they couldn't seem to make any charges stick to him. He seemed to be connected somehow. So the case is becoming cold."
"Extend our missing persons report to San Diego. This gang originates from that area and just maybe that's who grabbed Randi and Jayma. "And get Ducky to contact the Norfolk M.E. For copies of the autopsy reports of the two bikers."
"Will do boss," Tim replied, looking up when the elevator dinged and a familiar man stepped off the elevator. "Ah boss..."
"What brings you by Fornell?" Gibbs drawled, pitching his empty coffee cup in the garbage bin.
"We need to talk Jethro," Fornell replied. "I need to know what your interest in this gang is."
"What's yours?" Gibbs retorted.
"Not here," Fornell responded, looking around.
"Fine," Gibbs sighed, leading the way towards the elevator; flipping the power switch once the doors slid shut behind them. "Now talk."
"The DEA and FBI are working a combined operation to gather intell to bring down Satan's Spawn."
"One of the dead bikers found in Rock Creek Park was an undercover agent – right?" Gibbs stated.
"Yeah," Fornell replied sourly. "He was known as 'Slick Boy', but he was really Hollis Decker."
"Next of kin?"
"Married to his high school sweetheart five years ago. No kids."
"Did he get made? Is that why he was killed?"
"No," Fornell said. "Apparently Jensen was approached to do some kind of job."
"What kind of job?" Gibbs demanded.
"Hollis didn't know the details when he contacted his handler. And then he was killed before his next scheduled meeting."
Two Days Later – Miami:
"Hey boss," Ryan said, hurrying up to where Horatio was standing; talking to Calleigh.
"I'll check my files and get back to you," Calleigh chirped, smiling brightly. "Good morning Ryan."
"Morning Calleigh."
"Mr. Wolfe," Horatio greeted. "You have something for me?"
"Oh right," Ryan said, pulling his thoughts together. "I think that we may have a hit on our Jane Doe."
"Where Mr. Wolfe," Horatio swung his head around sharply; like a hawk seeking prey. "Where is our Jane Doe missing from?"
"Tyler is double checking it out using the facial recognition program," Ryan reported. "And the missing persons report was issued on the orders of Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS in Washington, D.C."
"Naval Criminal Investigative Services," Horatio said. "Our Jane Doe is military?"
"No, she's a civilian."
"What is her name?"
"Miranda Avalon," Ryan said, continuing to read the report.
"Do we have the contact info for Special Agent Gibbs?"
"Yes we do," Ryan responded, reading off a number while Horatio dialed it on his cell phone, listening to it ring.
"Uh boss. There's another missing person attached to this report."
"Who?"
"Jayma – Miranda's daughter who is 21 months old," Ryan looked up with concerned eyes.
"What?" Horatio said before his attention was diverted by a male voice saying. "Agent Gibbs' desk. How can I help you?"
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Abby's Lab:
"I've been checking Randi's laptop and I've found evidence that someone hacked into her system and replied to several emails which is why Renee didn't know that something was wrong until they got back from their cruise," Tim reported. "And it also looks like they hacked into her schedule as well."
"And who were the hackers?" Gibbs asked.
"Still trying to trace the signal which was bounced from various servers," Tim's fingers flying across the keyboard – rapidly tapping keys. "Uh boss – does Abby know yet?"
"Not yet," Gibbs replied. "And we are not going to tell her while she's on vacation visiting her parents."
"Gotcha boss."
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Upstairs Gibbs exited the elevator in time to hear Tony answer the landline on his desk. "Agent Gibbs stepped out for a moment. Can I take a message Lt. Caine?"
"I'm here now DiNozzo. I can take my own message," Gibbs barked, holding his hand out for the receiver.
"It's an Lt. Horatio Caine calling from Miami, Florida for you," Tony replied, hastenly muting the call. "If you need someone to travel to Miami to check out a lead – I'm your man."
"Just give me the damn phone DiNozzo."
"Right boss. Shutting up now boss."
"Gibbs here," Gibbs said, pulling out his chair and sitting down in one fluid motion.
"Good morning, Special Agent Gibbs," a male, whiskey smooth voice with a faint hint of a New York accent replied. "I'm calling from the Miami-Dade Crime lab in response to a missing person report that your agency issued several days ago. I believe that we have found your missing person – a Miranda Avalon."
"Dead?"
"No, quite the opposite – your Miranda Avalon is alive and kicking in our local hospital."
"She is?" Gibbs responded. "Did you just find her recently?"
"She's been a Jane Doe until today."
"She's not able to talk?"
"Memory loss. Traumatic memory loss," Horatio answered.
"What about her daughter?" Gibbs demanded. "She's got a 21 month old daughter."
"We found Miranda dumped off of I-95. Her attackers left her for dead," Horatio explained.
"I'm coming to Miami to see for myself that it is Randi."
"Randi?"
"She goes by Randi."
"Okay," Horatio said. "Contact me with your flight information and I'll have someone pick you up at this end."
"Will do," Gibbs said before hanging up and turning towards Tony.
"Right boss, two seats from here to Miami coming up," Tony grinned at Ziva, saying under his breath. "Yes! Road trip – babes and bikinis."
"Wrong DiNozzo," Gibbs barked. "One seat on the next military flight to Homestead – for me."
"Uh...right boss," Tony replied, his hopeful expression giving away to disappointment while Ziva snickered.
"I want you three to keep alerts issued for Jayma. That little girl is still missing. And check on the status of the outlaw biker gang called 'Satan's Spawn'."
Military Base – Homestead, Florida:
Horatio Caine looked up when a silver haired agent dressed in a grey suit, white shirt with no tie approached him carrying a rucksack. "Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS?"
"Yeah," Gibbs replied, flashing his NCIS credentials. His laser blue eyes taking in the red headed man's expensive suit and sunglasses. "And you are?"
"Horatio Caine of the Miami-Dade Crime lab," Horatio replied, pulling his sunglasses off and shaking hands with Gibbs. "Good flight?"
"Depends if you consider flying; sitting in the web strapping of a military cargo plane good."
"Good point," Horatio chuckled, leading the way to where his Hummer was parked on the tarmac. Hitting the remote for the electronic locks and security system. "So do you want to get at your hotel first or head for the hospital?"
"I want to see how Randi is doing for myself," Gibbs answered, settling himself in the front seat of the hulking vehicle after tossing his rucksack in the back.
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At the hospital, they found Alexx heading towards Randi's room for a short visit since she was off duty. "Horatio, are you here to visit with Janie? I think that Kyle is visiting with her right now."
"Kyle?" Gibbs asked.
"Kyle is one of the few males that Janie will tolerate in her presence without a fuss," Alexx explained, looking curiously at Gibbs.
"Gibbs, this is Dr. Alexx Woods – one of the doctors who worked hard to save Randi's life. Alexx, this is Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS."
"So Janie is really is Randi," Alexx replied.
"Miranda Avalon, but she prefers Randi," Gibbs clarified. "What has Randi said if anything?"
"Not much," Alexx admitted. "She knows who the president is and the date – the basic stuff. But personal stuff like her name, age and etc...she seems to have no knowledge of. And she doesn't seem to recognize Miami at all whenever she looks out the windows. But she will watch the boats out on the water for hours on end."
"Randi loves anything to do with the water," Gibbs replied. "She's from Nova Scotia, Canada where she works for the DND."
"She was abducted from Canada?" Horatio questioned.
"No," Gibbs shook his head. "She was taking a sabbatical from work to do some writing while house sitting for her sister and brother-in-law. They took their parents on a two month cruise. So Dr. Woods – any idea why Randi can't remember who she is?"
"We did a full work up on Randi when she first arrived at the hospital, and we found traces of Ketaomine in her system," Alexx answered.
"Otherwise known as 'Special K'," Horatio explained.
"And in large enough dosages it can cause memory loss," said Alexx.
"Damn," Gibbs swore before asking. "Has Randi said anything at all?"
"When she was waking up from being in a coma; she seemed to fight against us trying to encourage her to wake up," Alexx reported. "It was as though she didn't want to wake up. And now – she fights against going to sleep. She watches us constantly and the staff have learned not to make any sudden moves in her direction. She will pitch a fit if she thinks that she will be restrained in anyway."
"Whenever I enter her room to visit with Randi; she always looks at me searchingly and takes a deep breath. Then she then seems disappointed when she realizes that it's me," Horatio stated. "But I've heard her muttering Abby or Abs when she is sleeping, along with the names Jethro and something that sounds like J-ma and her hands will twitch. But if I mention these names to her when she;s awake; Randi just seems to blank out."
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Heads jerked around when something crashed against the wall and a keening scream rang out from from Randi's room. "It's okay Janie. You're safe," Kyle's voice said loudly, but uncertainly. "You are safe here in the hospital."
Jerking the door open, Gibbs quickly took in the sight of a lanky, younger version of Horatio trying to comfort a scared, trembling, petite woman, who was keening her distress while holding a plastic knife defensively in front of her.
"It's okay Janie," Kyle crooned. "You're safe here."
"What happened Kyle?" Alexx questioned softly from behind Gibbs.
"We were watching a sailboat sailing in the channel when several motorcycles went by on the street below," Kyle explained quietly.
"Randi," Gibbs breathed, his shocked gaze taking in the sight of a woman who was a shadow of the usual, vibrant woman that he knew. Stepping in from of the young man, Gibbs signed. "Randi, it's okay. You're safe now."
Janie/Randi turned her attention from Kyle to the silver haired man, her nostrils flaring as she breathed deeply; taking in Gibbs usual scent of gunpowder, sawdust and 'Old Spice'. Focusing on the man's trembling hands as he signed her name. "Jethro? No, no – it's just a dream. Just another dream," Randi whispered.
"No," Gibbs replied, shaking his head and signing. "Not a dream. I'm really here. I finally found you." Reaching out to gently touch her hands.
"Jethro," Randi whispered, tears glistening in her dark brown eyes. Suppressed memories exploding in her head; collapsing in Gibbs' strong arms.
"Dad – what's going on?" Kyle asked in a confused daze, looking around at Horatio and Alexx.
"Come on out into the hallway son," Horatio said, guiding the young man into the corridor. "I'll explain everything to you."
Alexx shut the door behind the two men as she watched her patient sobbing uncontrollably in Gibbs' arms, as he sat on the bed holding Randi on his lap. His callused hands rubbed soothing circles on her close-cropped brown hair – heavily sprinkled with grey and down her back. Rocking her slightly as she continued crying on his shoulder until the frantic sobbing eventually giving way to gentle sniffling and occasional hiccups before drifting into an emotionally, exhausted sleep. Alexx continued to watch as the hardened agent gently tucked the sleeping woman into bed, before sinking down into the big hospital chair next to the bed with a heavy sigh. "Are you going to be okay, Agent Gibbs?" Alexx whispered, trying not to disturb the sleeping woman.
"I'll be okay," Gibbs declared. "And you don't have to whisper. Randi is Deaf."
"She is?" Horatio asked as he slipped back inside the room. "Am I correct in assuming that she lipreads as well?"
"Oh yeah," Gibbs said wryly. "And she signs of coursel."
"Why didn't she tell us that she was Deaf?" Alexx wondered.
"She was being careful," Horatio replied. "Randi was being careful because she woke up alone and confused in a strange place amongst strangers. She didn't know who she could trust."
"You got it," Gibbs said quietly, momentarily flashing back to when he woke up confused from his coma several years before. "What type of injuries did Randi have when she was found?"
"Randi had quite a few injuries when she was found," Alexx began reeling off the extensive list of injuries.
"Bastards," Gibbs muttered, before looking up at Alexx. "Randi is diabetic as well."
"We know," Alexx nodded. "We discovered that shortly after Randi woke up due to her constant requests for water."
"Did she have any complications due to her diabetics? Is her kidney functions okay? Her heart? Everything?"
"They are all functioning normally," Alexx reassured.
Gibbs looked sharply at Randi, when she began whimpering and crying. "Jayma, come to mama. Jayma – please. Jayma...where are you?" before lapsing back into a tormented sleep.
"Are you sure that there was no little girl with Randi where she was found?" Gibbs questioned.
The area was thoroughly searched for any evidence and nothing was found," Horatio stated.
"What little girl are you talking about?" Alexx demanded.
"Randi's daughter Jayma is also missing," Gibbs explained.
"Oh dear God," Alexx breathed, turning to look at Randi; her heart twisting in sympathy.'
"We've been broadcasting news bulletins with Jayma's picture in hopes of gathering some new leads to her whereabouts," Horatio reported.
"Hmm...gunpowder, Old Spice and sawdust,"Randi murmured. "Not dreaming."
The other occupants watched as Randi's eyelids fluttered open.
"No, you're not dreaming," Gibbs replied, his fingertips lightly brushing Randi's cheek.
"Jethro," Randi frowned, her hand coming up to cover the scar. "Please don't look at me."
"Why?"
"Ugly now," Randi whispered, looking away from Gibbs' concerned gaze.
Gibbs grasped her chin gently, urging her to look at him before saying. "No. Never in my eyes."
"Where's Jayma? Where's my daughter, Jethro?" Randi cried. "Find her please Jethro." Sitting up, looking wildly around the room. "I've got to find Jayma now."
"Shh..., we'll find her," Gibbs soothed. "But first we need some information from you."
"What?" Randi frowned.
"What happened to you? Who kidnapped you?"
"Don't know," Randi replied blankly. "Motorcycles....lots of motorcycles. Bunch of devils."
"Randi," Horatio said. "Randi, was it a gang called 'Satan's Spawn?"
Randi stared into space blankly before whispering. "Yes."
""Why here Randi? Why did they bring you to Miami?" Horatio questioned urgently.
"Mala something or other..." Randi answered.
"Mala Nocha?" Horatio asked. "Was it the 'Mala Nocha' they were talking about?"
"Yes," Randi responded, shuddering. "Jethro – where's my baby?"
"I don't know, but we are looking for her."
"Gotta find Jayma," Randi muttered, throwing the covers back and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"Hey!" Alexx chided. "You're in no shape to walk yet. Your ankle is still in a soft cast. You can't walk on it yet."
Randi ignored Alexx, standing up briefly before groaning and sinking back down on the bed. "I need to find Jayma!" Randi wailed, looking at Jethro. "My little girl is missing out there somewhere. She needs her mother."
"We're looking for Jayma now," Gibbs soothed, helping Randi to slide back into bed, pulling the covers up over her legs.
"I begged them not to hurt my baby....I begged them," Randi whispered, her hands clutching Jethro's shirt.
a/n: If you want to understand how Gibbs and everyone at NCIS knows Randi and Jayma - you may want to read "The Human Bomb" which was posted a while ago on the NCIS site. It may help you help you to understand Randi's and Jayma's background....thanks....