McGee was running down the hall, straight to Abby's lab. He turned the corner to get through the door and ran into Gibbs.
"Oh," McGee exclaimed, stumbling back, "Sorry boss. Is Abby…"
"She's fine, McGee," Gibbs answered cooly. His voice became hard again, "How was the interrogation?"
"Weird," McGee answered shaking his head, "She kept on insisting that her story was true.
"Same on this side," Gibbs sighed, "What she say her story was, anyway?"
McGee snorted, "That the two of them were time travelers, that her friend which she calls 'The Doctor' is an alien from outer space, that she helps him save the universe. I mean, how thick do they think we are?"
Gibbs frowned, "They must have planned it."
"Planned what, boss?" McGee asked, confused.
"My guy had the same story…"
Gibbs started down the hall, back to the interrogation rooms. When he turned the corner, he saw DiNozzo standing outside the Doctor's room, his gun drawn.
"What's going on?" Gibbs asked, coming up behind his agent.
"Oh, nothing boss," Tony answered, "Just our little friend here trying to convince us that he's our lord and savior."
Gibbs peeked into the room to see The Doctor gnawing on his handcuffs and trying to break through them, but he perked up at the remark, "Now that… that is not what I said."
"Same difference," Tony retorted.
"Where's Ziva?" Gibbs asked.
"McGee had her go keep watch on the other one."
Gibbs walked farther down the hall, calling behind him, "Bring him down here, DiNozzo."
Tony frowned, turning to the Doctor who smiled back, raising his cuffed hand and jingling it around.
"Do you two realize how much trouble you can get into if found lying during a federal interrogation?" Gibbs was staring hard at the Doctor and Donna. His hands were balled into fists and resting on the table as he stood there.
"Yes," The Doctor answered, throwing his now free hands in the air, "We get it. But I'm telling you we're not. Everything we're saying is the truth."
Gibbs sighed angrily, "I'm not sure what kinda shenanigans you guys are pulling off or how. But I do know that my number one forensics scientist is in her lab cleaning up shattered glass on the floor from throwing it at something she doesn't even remember. Now, you, Doctor, you insist that you're an alien from outer space and I'm not sure if your people are the lords of magic tricks but I sure as hell know that I am fed up with it! Now either tell me the truth, or enjoy your shackled ride to prison 'cause that's where your going if I don't get some damn answers!" Gibbs slammed his hand down on the table, making everyone in the room jump.
Even the Doctor looked a bit intimidated by the newly met Agent, "Listen… sir." he said, sitting up straight, "I'm just trying to help. Now, as I said before, you people can be in some serious danger and me and my friend, here, only want to keep you safe. I understand your the law and that you are fully qualified to protect yourself, but you may find that what you are playing defense against, is a bit out of your depth. And I don't mean that as an offense or as a way of degrading you. I'm just asking you, what human is capable of scaring another person as bad as you said your scientist was and then making them forget anything had ever happened?"
Nobody spoke to that, not even Gibbs, who continued to stare blankly at the Doctor.
"Now, I'm not trying to make any rational suggestions here… but I believe we may be facing something foreign from this Earth. Foreign and also powerful. And if you would just allow me to help, we'll be out of your hair for good."
There was a long pause as Gibbs silently thought about the man's offer. He studied their eyes… their eyes that only spoke the truth. "I'll give you one day," Gibbs finally said, "One day… and if I'm not satisfied with what I see, you two will be on the first prison bus to jail. You got that?"
Donna and The Doctor both nodded silently.
"Good," Gibbs declared, "You better get to work then."
