Chapter 5
Back at Autopsy, he was on autopilot. He had a lot on his mind. His quiet was not completely out of character, seeing an entire family violently murdered, including small children, it was understandable, no one was going to think it was weird. Mostly because all the other members of the team were affected aswell.
' When I prayed for a case, this was not what I meant! But of course that when I wanted to make the team forget about me, my life would be thrown at theirs faces.'
There was too much work to be done. He needed time to think, uninterrupted, I he wasn't getting it anytime soon. Maybe he could pretend to be sick. Jimmy Palmer was diabetic. Dr. Mallard saw when he took a break, but he never said that he ate. He could play like he forgot to eat, say that he also forgot to have breakfast. He would fake the symptoms, it would take a few hours to make it convincing, but less than the amount of hours it would take to finish with the autopsies. So, he had a plan, for many that level of control over ones body was impossible, but he was not most people. Control ones appearance was common ground.
Five hours later he knew it had worked.
" Mr. Palmer! Pay attent-. Are you feeling alright lad? " Dr. Mallard was looking at him concerned. " When was the last time you ate? "
" Well... " He looked lost in thought. " I don't remember Dr. I guess it was last night. I forgot this morning and this afternoon. And then this case and i just... "
" No. You are going to eat something right now. Let me check your blood sugar. "
" I can do it Dr. Mallard. I will go somewhere quiet look at the levels and eat something. There is a lot of work yet to be done, you shouldn't be checking on me. " He knew that Dr. Mallard was worried, but the crime scene was enough to make him more worried about the case. He wondered if it was intentional.
" Are you sure lad? "
" Yes Dr. "
" Well alright. After eating something you can go home. Don't want you here until tomorrow. And don't forget to eat! "
His acting continued, he left autopsy, grabbed his bag, it wasn't until he reached his car that he dropped his act. He remained parked there for a while, he was supposed to be eating and waiting to be well enough to drive. When he thought time enough had passed, he drove out of the Navy Yard. He didn't went to the apartment listed in the NCIS files. He drove somewhere he knew he wouldn't be interrupted.