Chapter 18: Being reasonable... or not?

The request of the young Bride seemed reasonable to the Lindorm, so he acquiesced to her wishes. He writhed, groaned and moaned, until the outer layer of his skin slid of his body and fell to the ground. As he had fullfilled his part of the deal, she took her first nightshirt off.

He repeated his demand just to receive the same answer from the young maiden.

He might have been a monster... but he was still a guy. A male with red blood running in his veins eagerly waiting for his wedding night, right? And the girl wasn't denying him anything, she hadn't screeched when she saw him for the first time. All she wanted was him shedding his outer skin.

So he obeyed her request, squeezing the next outer layer out just to see her take another of her nightshirts off.

And slowly a pile of skins and nightshirts were made on the bedroom floor, one after the other.

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Gibbs, me, Tony and Ziva were pouring our attention all over the map of the area where I was attacked, going over it trying to figure out where he could have taken her.

"Why are you so sure he's still around?"

"Because he was on foot when he attacked me. There was no noise of cars or any other type of transport before I collapsed and I had my back to a dead end alley. So he must be in walking distance. Laura said that he would fit right in with his disfigured face in this neighborhood, all we have to do is figure out where he would go."

"His car might be the key," Ziva said, checking the map upside down.

"Why?" Gibbs asked, interested in her insight.

"He has a big car with a disability permit. A car that size with that specific characteristics would be hard to hide in a small community like this."

"Unless he parked it somewhere out of view of the public," Tony had to contradict her, receiving a glare from Ziva.

I took my phone and called Abby, immediately wondering if Ziva's hunch was right.

"Abby's Labby! You're on air!"

"Abby, it's McGee."

"Timmy, are you okay, I was worried about you when they told me that you had been drugged and..."

"Abby, listen, I'm in a hurry here. I need you to find all the spots with disable parking in what..." I glanced at Gibbs, who showed me his open hands indicating the number five, "Five miles from where I was attacked. Focus on new parking permits, granted in the last year or two."

"Uhm... typing as we speak... oh... there are only two parking permits which were granted in the five miles radius of where you guys are. One for Mrs. Linda Black and the other for Mr. Ramonn Krats, in an old garage just five blocks from where you are."

"What's his address?"

She gave me the address and I checked the map to find it. "Let's go, it's him."

"How can you be so sure?" Tony asked but started grabbing his gear when he saw Gibbs and Ziva doing the same.

"Ramonn Krats is an anagram for Norman Trask. It's him."

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We went to our cars and put our vests on as well as grabbed guns for the raid at the garage. We approached it with care, observing what was left of once had been a very prosperous neighborhood. The dilapidated building was a silent testimony of better days, and we could see the green Suburban parked in the disable spot in front of it.

We checked our radios and entered the lateral door, clearing the first room and advancing to the main hall.

"Move in position," Gibbs said into the radio. "Fire only on my signal."