Title: When Two Worlds Collide
Rating: PG-13
Category: Case fic
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None currently
Summary: Gibbs is due to retire but first he has to get through one last case.
Disclaimer: The characters herein belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
He left the room and took the elevator up a floor, walking into Abby's lab he winced as the wall of noise she called music hit him. He crossed to her CD player and turned it off. She turned around surprised by the sudden silence and spotted him, "Gibbs!"
She bounced over to him and flung her arms around his neck, "They said they hadn't let you go yet! How they ever think they can do this without you?! Maybe I should retire too; I don't know I want to do this without you!"
Smiling slightly he extracted himself from her grasp, "You'll still have McGee… So you got anything for me Abs?"
"Patience Gibbs, these things take time and skill, a lot of skill and even more time… I've ran our mystery man's DNA through military and FBI databases, got nothing…"
Gibbs nodded and placed the gun on her evidence table, "When you have chance I want you to run a comparison, see if bullets from this gun match those Ducky extracted from our vics. Call me when you get an ID"
With that he began to walk towards the doors, pausing as he heard her call his name, he turned to find her looking disapprovingly at him, "Did I say I was finished Gibbs? He wasn't in military or FBI databases, however I extended the search and I got a match. Our John Doe is in fact Shai Levi, an Israeli national… Also a Mossad operative…"
She watched as his eyes brightened at the mention of Mossad, "Good work Abs…"
She watched as he turned to leave for a second time, "Hey Gibbs…"
He paused, turned and pointed behind her, smiling as her eyes found the Caf-Pow waiting for her. He left the lab and walked up to MTAC, instructing them to get the director of Mossad on video conference.
He sat down as he waited for the director to become available and the call to be connected. Finally a middle aged man appeared on the screen and he stood walking forwards to speak with him, "Agent Gibbs, I am Michael Cohen, deputy director. I am told you have found one of our officers murdered in Washington."
Gibbs nodded in response, "A Shai Levi… We believe he may have been the intended target of the attack. Can you tell me what he was doing in Washington?"
"I'm afraid not Agent Gibbs, the information is highly classified; only the director can authorise the release of that information."
Gibbs sighed in frustration, "Then why am I wasting my time speaking with you?"
The man at the other end of the conversation looked fairly apologetic, "The director is temporarily out of contact…"
Gibbs glared, "As soon as they are back in contact I want to know, I have a dead marine and I do not need a foreign agency impeding my investigation."
With that he signalled to one of the techs and they cut the feed. Leaving MTAC Gibbs found the rest of his team seated at their desks. McGee stood, "Not much to say boss, the serial number had been filed off the gun, Abby applied a mild acid solution to it, that began to erode the denser metal," he paused noticing the look crossing his boss's face, "Sorry boss, Abby managed to restore the serial number, ran it through several databases came up empty. She also ran those comparisons for you, bullet fired from the gun matched those extracted from the bodies; no sign of the gun having been recycled though, no matches for any unsolved crimes. I also spoke to the staff sergeant's fiancé, she said he was well liked by everyone, that she didn't know of any enemies nor had she heard of Shai Levi, she had no idea why he might be meeting him."
Gibbs nodded, "Go home, there's nothing more you can do tonight; I think we are going to struggle to move forward with this until the elusive Mossad director reappears and tells me what one of their operatives was doing meeting with a US marine in an alley in Washington."
He watched as one by one his team gathered their belongings and left before gathering his own things and following in their footsteps.
Once home he quickly changed and headed down to his basement; emptying a variety of screws and nails from a jar he reached for his bourbon, pouring himself a shot before downing it. He reached for his block and wrapped a piece of sandpaper around it before moving over to the shell of his latest boat. Carefully rubbing in the direction of the grain he sanded until he felt his eyes begin to droop. He put the block down and climbed the stairs from the basement, taking on last look at the boat he flipped the light off and headed upstairs. Undressing he climbed into bed and quickly allowed sleep to take him.
Awaking early the next morning he showered and headed back to the office. He glanced at the clock on his dashboard as he pulled into his parking space, at half past six he was bound to be the first of his team to arrive but that didn't bother him. Walking into the bullpen he quickly checked he had no messages before dialling the deputy director on his mobile, "Deputy Director Cohen I am still waiting for the reason your officer was in my city…"
The man on the other end of the line remained calm despite the gruff tone of Gibbs' voice, "As I explained to you Agent Gibbs I do not have the authority to share that information with you. It is a matter of the Director to decide upon."
"And let me guess the director is still out of contact," Gibbs continued without giving the other man a chance to answer, "Let me assure you if I find the state of Israel is intentionally hampering my investigation I will ensure"
A voice cut through the conversation stopping him dead, "Agent Gibbs, threatening the deputy director of Mossad is not a wise move, nor will it get you anywhere as you will find he is being entirely truthful…"