Chapter 7
*ding*
Abby walks into autopsy and looks arround.
"Ducky?!"
"Yes, dear my Abigail?"
"What do European men, like best? Long walks in a dark forrest or a quite dinner at a graveyard?"
"Ow, well between those two, I wouldn't know what mr. Halve would like best. They both seem so dark."
"Well he told me to choose the location for the date this time."
"What did he do with his choice?"
"He took me to a nice little restaurant, gave me flowers and paid for dinner after that, he drove me home and kissed me goodnight."
"His mother taught him how to treath ladies I see."
"Well I guess so, but he didn't come inside afterwards."Abby says with a sulking lip.
"Did you invite him in Abby?"
"Well... no not with so many words, but I was a bit tipsy."
"Abigail, he is a gent by my heart!"
"What do you mean ducky?"Abby asks with a frown.
"You where under influence of alcohol, and he didn't want to take advantage of you!"
"O, Realy? How sweet."she sighs releived
"I never knew that such chivalary still existed in this age."Ducky smiles.
"Ha, your saying, I've got my self a knight in shining armour?"
"No Abigail, you've found a gentle and kind man who is trained to kill."
"He told you about the commando's."
"No Abigail, but I read his medical file, and getting ten physicals in a period of a year is a bit strange for someone who is healthy, don't you think?"
"Did you read mine Ducky?"
"No Abby, I've never read your file, the director asked me to read his."
"Doesn't the director trust him?!"
"O she trust him alright, she wanted to know if he could do special missions."
"Special missions?!"Abby asks suspicious.
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Gibbs is painting his boat, his cellphone rings.
*sigh*"Damn!" he swears aloud.
he opens a jar with nuts and picks up the phone.
"Yea, what?"
"Why are you still talking to me Mcgee, get his ass in interrogation!"
*click*
***
Gibbs walks into interrogation room one.
A fat Italian man sits on a chair relaxed and calm.
"Mr. Baccalieri, you own a trucking company, not?"Gibbs asks as he sits down.
"Maybe I do maybe I don't, what you navy piggs want from me?"
"Is it correct that you also have a bank account in Switzerland?"
"Yea, so what if I do? There ain't no laws against that!"
"No, but there are a couple of laws against laundering money!"
"F*ck you man! I've got a lawyer that will eat you for breakfast!"
"Yea, you are probably right, that's why I'm letting you go."
"Huh, ow I get it, you ain't got any real evidence now do you."
"Ow i've got evidence, enough to send you away for a long while."
"Hell I don't care, just make sure you look after your woman from now on."
The plumb Italian walks out laughing.
"Dumb piggs"he says as he stepps into the elevator.
***
Anton walks into Abbys lab, and German slager music is playing.
"Abby?!"he jells over the music.
*swoosh*
the automated door to the balisticslab opens,"Hey, how is my snake eater doing today?" she yells.
"Could you turn down the music?!"
the music is lowered.
"So what can I do for you, my warm hearthed killer?"
"Abby, I've got to canncel for tonight."
"WHAT! No, I had this whole thing planned."she exclaims sadly.
"Are you realy mad at me?"
"Yes, you will have to make it up to me!"
"Okey, Il pay for the date, you pick the restaurant, will that do?"
"Your bankaccount is not gonna like this one."
He shrugs, "Can't do the time, don't do the crime."
"I do want a reason however!"she demands.
He shakes his head, "Can't tell you Abs, you don't want to know."
she pouts her lips, "You will tell me, and I wanna know!"
He shakes his head again.
"Come on tell me Anton!"
"If you realy want to know ask... ask Gibbs."
***
"You ready to do this Robbert, DiNozzo, Ziva?"
"You kidding? I was borne for this!"Robbert grunts.
DiNozzo nods his head,"Ready as Il ever be kiddo."
"Me to, lets fry this duck."she offers.
"Ziva, It's chicken, nevermind."Tony snaps.
Anton cuts a wire, all lights go out in the street.
***
Gibbs flicks on the tv and switches to Znn.
'Alleged Mobb boss Tony Soprano was brutally murdered last night,
he was found decapitated and severely mutilated in his house.
A note was found near the corps wich read, I have sinned, and now I'm punished
for that. The police have started an investigation and say they have any leads. And now the weather... Mike?'
*click*
Gibbs shakes his head and grunts,"Damn kids these days."
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