Chapter 42
Remember the meaning of your name.
Even before being born, it was chosen for him. He would be a hunter, a killer shadow. He never had a choice.
Even in his new life. He may not act as a killer, but it was there. The years of training. The coldness when on mission. The ability to kill without remorse.
Did it really made a difference if he didn't do anything? If deep inside he was a killer?
He ran so that could be his own man.
One can not outrun oneself.
He was sitting on the back of the MCRT van, the team was still working on the crime scene. After finding the note and the flower he finished looking at all the rooms and corners of the building. He found nothing more, so he was currently doing nothing on the van. Ziva sitting in front of him. Agent Gibbs didn't want him to be alone.
He needed a plan. He knew where to go now. All he had to do was lose the team and plan for the meeting. And he needed supplies.
He could feel Ziva's eyes on him. Fortunately, he was supposed to be deciphering a message, so sitting and thinking was expected behaviour.
About an hour and a half later, he had the basics of a plan formed. Now all he had to do was leave without the team noticing, which would give him enough time to go to the hotel's parking lot and get his car. There were things he needed there.
Two hours later they were all back to NCIS.
Gibbs turned to Palmer when they reached the bullpen.
" What did you get from the scene? "
" I need to think. " The assistant ME said, making his face get a little pale. " I'm not sure what the message is. I just need to be alone. " He said a hand running through his hair. " To think. "
Gibbs nodded once.
" McGee. Take him to a conference room. "
McGee dropped his gear by his desk and left the bullpen, Palmer following him.
When they arrived at the conference room, Palmer got in and sat in the nearest chair, his back turned to the door.
" When I manage to figure it out, I'll go to the bullpen and let you guys know. But... it might take a while. " He said in a small voice. " At least here, I won't be interrupted. " He muttered, but it was just loud enough to McGee to listen.
" Okay. If you need anything, you know where we'll be. " Said McGee leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
McGee got an agent to keep waiting outside, just in case.
Palmer waited two whole minutes before opening the door. He opened it silently, the agent was looking to his phone, so he didn't notice the movement. Palmer acted fast, he grabbed the agent by the neck pressing a certain point that would make sure the men would drop unconcious quickly. Another hand on the man's mounth. It took only a few seconds. He then draged the man inside the room, making sure to grab the phone too. He placed the unconscious agent on the other side of the table, on the floor, not in view from the door. Then he left the room.
Scanning the hall, he found no one. He then silently made his way out of the building, avoiding areas where the team would be, but still managing to look normal to the others who worked there. Good thing that he had his car key with him and his bag only had replaceable items.
Five minutes later he was outside the NCIS building. Half an hour later, he arrived at the hotel.
He got in his car and drove away.
And from that moment Jimmy Palmer was gone. Dead.