Chapter7

(Derek's Pov.)

Ziva and Tim went to go get this Carle guy, and Vance asked Chloe to come up and give him a report. Tony went to go get some food, and Simon and Tori were still gone.

That left me and Gibbs. Alone.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. He was looking at some files, but I could feel his eyes on me sometimes. I scratched my head, feeling the sweat on my scalp transfer to my fingers.

"You nerves," Gibbs asked, not looking at me.

"No Sir," I replied as evenly as I could.

"You say no, but your actions say otherwise," he mumbled.

"And what do my actions tell you oh mighty one," I growled, but he wasn't scared.

"Boy if I'm not scared of the Director, then I'm defiantly not scared of you."

I cursed under my breath, but kept my mouth shut.

Chloe bounced in the room.

"What up," she said. "Find anything?"

"No," Gibbs mumbled. "Nothing. They're worthless." He threw the files on the ground.

"I have an idea, but I don't think you're going to like it."

He studied her. "Shoot."

"We could get her more personal files. The ones the Edison group had."

"And what I'm I not going to like about that?"

I watched Chloe open mouthed as she suggested this. "No way in h***," I yelled. "You cannot go back there Chloe!"

"What's so wrong with the building," Gibbs asked.

"It's an explosion sight," Chloe explained.

"That's not all," I growled. "It's also filled with ghosts, and Demon spirits. Remember that one Demon? It was locked up and was still dangerous. And then it was let loose." I shook my head.

"I agree with Derek," Tony said, entering the bullpen, his hands full of food. "It sounds dangerous. You could get hurt."

But Chloe wasn't looking at Tony. She kept her eyes glued on Gibbs.

"Let me think about it," he said. "For now, go down and see what Abby has."

Chloe mumbled something, but nodded. She started moving out, but stopped. She turned around to look at me.

"Well," she said impatiently. "Aren't you coming?"

I looked around, and got up. I quickly caught up to her, and joined her in the elevator.

"So," I said. "Who's Abby?"

"Our forensic scientist."

I freaked at the word "scientist". I didn't like scientists, mainly because I grew up in a lab and they weren't very nice to me, or the others. I can understand why they would hate the other werewolf subjects, but I did nothing wrong.

Chloe seemed to notice my freak-out section because she said, "She's super nice, so you don't have to freak."

Even before the elevator opened, I could hear heavy rock music. As I walked toward the room, my ears started to hurt. We walked in and in the middle of the room was a girl dressed in all black rocking out to the music. She looked like she could be a necromancer.

She saw us, and smiled at Chloe.

"Sup," she said. "Who'd you bring?"

"Abby this is Derek. Derek this is our forensic scientist, Abby."

Abby froze were she was, hearing my name, and glaring. "You," she pointed at me creepily. "Why did you bring him here, Chloe?"

"I had to."

"He is not welcome in Abby Land." Abby land, I thought.

"Abbs," Chloe whispered. "He kind of saved my life from an evil spirit, so if you could be nice…"

Abby started at Chloe then at me. "You saved her from an evil spirit?"

I nodded my head, not wanting to speak.

The next thing I know she's hugging my waist. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you," she kept repeating. "I don't know what we would do without her."

She strained up, and said, "You are now welcomed into Abby Land. The land of Forensic machines and gismos."

"Thank you?" I said.

She turned back around, and started typing on her computer. "I'm guessing you're not here for the entertainment?"

Chloe shook her head. "Nope. What do you got Abbs?"

Abby smiled at her. "You sound just like Gibbs."

"I do live with him."

"I see. Well anyway. Do to the maggot infestation on her body, a great big number of 200 maggots, I'd say she's been died for three days." (I don't know for real)

I thought about this and said, "That's wrong. It'd be two days if you found her in a deserted area were they would produce more."

She looked at me, then went to her computer. She turned back around and said, "You're right. I can't believe I got that wrong. Thanks."

I was saved having to say you're welcome because Tim came running into the room. "We brought him in," he said to Chloe. "He's in interrogation right now."

"Okay," she drawled. "What are you telling me for?"

"Gibbs wants you to do the interrogating."

Everyone except Chloe was behind the glass including Simon and Tori.

"What the Director want," I asked Simon.

"Classified," he said jokingly.

"So," Chloe started pacing around Carol. "You know why you're here?"

"Nope," he said. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Ha," Tony said. "That's what they always say, and then BOOM, you find out they're the one who killed them.

"Are you sure," Chloe asked sitting down. "I mean, everyone makes mistakes. Even good, innocent people."

I noticed her spinning something in-between her fingers.

"Sorry, Kid, but as I said before, I didn't do anything wrong."

She seemed irritated by being called a kid, but went on. "Your prints were found on a murder weapon. You mind explaining that?"

He looked up at her blurry eyed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

He took a shaky breath. "I can't."

Chloe took out a piece of paper, and a marker out of her pocket. Gibbs motioned for the tape to stop running, and Chloe stuffed something in her pocket.

"What's that for," Carol asked.

"You'll see."

The marker lifted up, and uncapped itself. I gasped. Did she summon a ghost? Then I remembered how she said Liz "helped" her out sometimes.

The marker started writing and it said, "TELL THE TRUTH, CAROL OR PAY THE PRICE".

He let out a sob. He jumped and I could see the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder move down.

"STOP! MAKE IT STOP! TELL THEM TO LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed.

"Who," Chloe asked.

"They whisper in my ear about how I will soon see them, and the new era. They were in my ear then in my head, and in my body. I know I picked up the gun, but that's all I remember. I couldn't stop it! I wasn't high if that's what you're thinking!"

Chloe froze and looked at the glass. She got up, and left, coming into the room we were in.

"I don't think it was him," she said. "He may have produced the gun, but he didn't kill her."

"Then who did," Ziva asked.

"The thing that attacked me earlier. It's trying to make it possible for the whole world to see ghosts. For people who aren't Necromancers to see them like I do."