Chapter Thirty-Nine
Abby was pleased to have something to do - she’d been left out of most of the investigation since her work with tracking down the rapist was over and since then, had been offering to help the team in anyway to help them find, catch and prosecute Kamisnski for his part in Tony’s rape. So, she was pleased when Ziva, McGee and Gibbs arrived back at NCIS and headed straight to her lab with a boatload of evidence.
“You realise it’s going to take me a while to test all of these needles and syringes for what they had in them and fingerprints, don’t you?” she told Gibbs.
Gibbs looked at her and smiled, producing a Caf-Pow from nowhere and giving her a kiss on the head. “Anytime you can get it done is fine for us.”
“Really? I’ve never known you not to rush me,” Abby replied.
“I am rushing you, Abs, we have a small window of time to nail this bastard and now that he’s moved up to attempts on Tony’s life, I’d rather we caught him and had him in Levenworth before he manages to try again,” Gibbs told her, a stern look on his face. Turning to face McGee and Ziva, he said, “I want you two to get on the phone to Bethesda, I want his room number changed, I want to know who asked for his information - either by phone or in person - and I want to know who is leaking information about this case to Kamisnski, the only way he could have known about Tony’s overdose is if someone here told him and I want that person too.”
“On it, boss,” McGee said, leaving the lab and heading for his desk in the bullpen.
“I will call the hospital and get them to fax over the list,” Ziva said, following McGee out of the door.
Once they were alone, Abby stopped what she was doing and looked at Gibbs. “There was an attempt on Tony’s life and you didn’t tell me?” she asked, sounding hurt.
“I’ve only just got here, Abs, when was I supposed to tell you?”
“You can tell me now.”
“Kamisnski somehow got hold of Tony’s room information, got a hospital ID from a doc in Cardiology who doesn’t understand that we are at war and should wear our ID’s at all times because of terrorist attacks and such, whatever. Anyway, he injected enough heroin to cause an overdose into Tony’s IV, which caused some problems, but we caught it quickly enough and he’s going to be fine. His doctor is going to run some blood tests to check, but if all comes out okay, Tony should be home soon where I can keep an eye on him.”
“And screw him senseless,” Abby joked, forgetting for a moment what had happened to Tony to put him in the hospital in the first place.
“You really think I’m only after that?” Gibbs asked, suddenly looking serious.
“Well, no, bossman, I just mean…”
“You don’t mean anything and you didn’t think. Tony was raped, Abby, raped and it destroyed him so much that he took a lethal dose of Vicodin and nearly died, we’re at the early stages of our relationship and to be honest, if I were him I wouldn’t want to sleep with anyone for a long time. Can you really blame him?” Gibbs ranted. He knew it was meant as a joke and that it was the way Abby was, but the throwaway comment had made him see red, especially so close to almost losing Tony again.
“I see your point and I’m sorry. Forgive me?” Abby asked, matching Gibbs’ solemn manner.
“Of course, we’re family, Abs. Just don’t say anything like that to Tony. He has a long recovery ahead of him both physically and mentally and I don’t want anyone to do anything that would impede that recovery. Understand?”
“Yes, bossman. Now let me do my thing and find the syringe with the heroin and Kamisnski’s fingerprints so that you can do your thing and arrest his ass,” Abby said, shooing Gibbs out of the lab. She gave him a wave and a smile as he left and it made Gibbs chuckle. The Goth Forensic Scientist may have many strange attributes, but when it came down to it, she always knew what the right thing to do was, so Gibbs left her to work on getting the evidence they needed to lock Kamisnski away for the rest of his natural life because right then, that was all Gibbs could think about.
When he got up to the bullpen, both McGee and Ziva were immersed in what they were doing. McGee was logging all of Kamisnski’s credit card purchases and cell phone calls onto the computer so that they could see where he most hung out. That way, when the time came to arrest him they’d have some leads on where he might be. They’d already logged the pay slips from Woodman’s place in Norfolk into evidence and once Abby came through for them, they’d have enough to arrest and detain him ��" a thought that put a smile on Gibbs’ face for the first time in a while.
Ziva was making a phone call to the hospital and Gibbs sat at his desk, listening in.
“I know what you said, but I need this today. Yes, it is a matter of life or death,” she said, sounding annoyed.
“…”
“No, do not put me on hold!”
“…”
“Yes, this is Officer David, no it’s pronounced Dah-vid, not Dav-id. I think I know how to say my own name! No, do not put me on hold again!”
“…”
“Thank you, I need a list of all the people who asked for information on Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. He was admitted Monday morning at around 7am and was recently moved to a private room. I need you to move him to another private room and not give anyone who does not have an NCIS ID access to that information, bar his overseeing physician. Also, I will give you a list of the approved people to give that information to that you can put in his file. I need that faxed over to NCIS on the Navy Yard. Thank you,” she said, before hanging up the phone. She turned to look at Gibbs, “that was as easy as turning wine into water.”
“I think you mean ‘water into wine’,” McGee said, his head still down and showing no signs of hearing what they were saying.
“What did they say?” Gibbs asked.
“They will move Tony to a more private room in another wing of the hospital and fax over the information we need, we need to fax over who is allowed that information and that a valid NCIS ID must be shown before access to the information is granted. I am just hoping that nobody screws up and our leak gets ahold of it and lets Kamisnski know where Tony is,” Ziva explained. “Oh, hi, Agent Lee, is there something I can help you with?” she asked, seeing the timid agent to the side of her desk.
“I have the warrants you wanted for Kamisnski’s cell phone records and credit card purchases,” she said, looking nervous.
“You gave them to us earlier,” McGee said, once more not looking up from his screen.
“Oh, I must have forgotten, I’ve just been so worried about Tony and I know how much you guys want to solve this case so I musta gotten side tracked and thought I hadn’t done them.”
McGee gave her a confused look, while Ziva smiled, whereas Gibbs was watching her closely. She left and his eyes followed her as she walked to the elevator and took it to the Legal Department.
Gibbs looked at Ziva, wondering if she too had put together the pieces.
“Ziva, call the hospital again, tell them to move Tony to another room,” he said.
“I just did,” Ziva replied, looking confused.
“Do it, David,” Gibbs grunted, then he got up and pressed the call button for the elevator, then changing his mind, took the stairs. Sometimes he was glad that he followed his gut.
“All I heard was them say they’d moved the target, sir,” a voice whispered. Gibbs un-holstered his weapon and stayed in the shadows so he could hear her talk.
“I only know that he survived your earlier attempt and is doing well. They have the syringes and Abby is testing them now. I suppose I could do that. Yes, I will, sir.”
“…”
“No one suspects me, sir, who would. I’m just a timid agent, remember?”
Gibbs cursed under his breath, but was glad he’d arranged for Ziva to move Tony again, now that he’d heard what he’d heard.
“You’ll need to get NCIS ID this time, sir, or they won’t allow you to have the information and only a few select Agents will have access. Of course, I will find out who they are and get you a copy of their ID.”
“…”
“Should only take me a couple of hours at the most.”
“…”
“Always a pleasure working with you, sir. I look forward to seeing the payment in my account.” She hung up the phone and looked around to check no one had heard her. She didn’t see Gibbs in the shadows and she moved to climb the stairs to the Legal Department so that she wouldn’t be missed.
Gibbs chose that moment to put his sig on the back of her head. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pull the trigger, Agent Lee,” he said, his voice harsh and stern.
“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Agent Lee stammered.
“I heard your whole conversation. You’re the leak. Now, put your hands above your head while I frisk you.”
He watched her do as she was told, then pulled out his cell phone and dialed the office. McGee picked up. “Get down to level one, use the stairs. I’ve found our mole.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Who will catch DiNozzo when he falls?
Chapter End Notes:
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