Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, its characters, or its scripts.

A/N: So the last time I updated was December of 2010... Where do I begin? Well I have been writing plenty otherwise and my friend brought up fanfiction and I couldn't help but reread and I found this unfinished gem of mine with plenty of potential! I decided to finish what I've started and with any hope that applies to my other stories as well. I've changed other chappies slightly but if you remember where we've let off then there's no reason to reread! It's a bit short, but I've written the rest so expect more tomorrow! Enjoy!

:::X:::

With another ding! of her machine, Abby looked at the screen in anticipation of whose fingerprints had been on the dish.

Jimmy Palmer's goofy ID photo graced the screen. "Jimmy!" She exclaimed.

Abby reached for her phone and dialed Gibbs to let him know the identity of their mystery witness.

:::X:::

So McGee, Ziva, and Tony were back where they started as they all sat in an awkward silence in the bullpen, sans coffee-run Gibbs, the violated Tony rather skittish but otherwise all the same. They planned to wait for Gibbs to return upstairs so they could call Abby up as well and get the entire day's events straightened out.

McGee glanced over at Tony whose eyes kept fearfully returning to the casually whistling Ziva as she cleaned her gun skillfully.

"Tony?" He said meekly, still causing the traumatized Tony to jump and hit the wall with his chair.

Tony glared.

"Erm... I'm sorry I tried to shove you in a freezer."

Tony's arms were crossed and he was bitter. "Hmph."

"...And I never thought I'd have to say that."

"I must say I am sorry about the freezer as well, though I can not say it would be the first time."

Tony looked at Tim in unsettled confusion and then looked at the strange Mossad agent as she continued to clean her gun.

:::X:::

Gibbs was returning from getting some coffee and noticed many people regarding him with strange looks. 'What the hell is going on here?', he thought as he walked the naval base, every single worker acknowledging him with the same horribly uncomfortable look.

He approached in his usual brisk and in-control way an acquaintance, the guard in the garage, with a question on his lips.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asked.

"Agent Gibbs," the man said looking around awkwardly, "I'd rather not discuss it."

Gibbs just squinted at the man.

Information poured out of the frightened man that shocked Gibbs and made him realize why others looked at him so strangely.

Gibbs stormed through the lot and into the elevator. 'A rumor!' He thought angrily. He was so angry and wanted desperately someone to direct his anger at, but he knew tracking down the creator of even the juiciest scuttlebutt was quite the task, even for himself.

Just then his cell phone rang. He forced himself to calm.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

"Gibbs!" Abby yelled at the other end. Gibbs drew his phone from his now sore ear before returning it.

"Gibbs, the results came through!"

Gibbs was now very invested. Finally, the culprit of all this gossip would be known and he could set aim for his wrath. "And?"

"Jimmy Palmer."