Full Circle: Chapter Eight

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Title: Director

Sunday April 17; The Naval Yard; D.C.; 7:30am.

 

''You wanted to see me," Gibbs said walking into the Director's office without pausing to give Cynthia the time to warn her. Jennifer Sheppard however, was becoming quite use to this and just smiled at Jethro with one of her 'I know you so you're going to have to try harder than that' looks.

 

Jenny sat back in her chair and studied Gibbs for a moment to which he returned with narrowed eyes. He didn't like that look directed at him, it was the kind she gave suspects. It was also the kind of look that had the ability to detect that his nerves were still slightly frazzled.

 

That morning, when he'd arrived home tired and ready to curl up and sleep he'd checked in on Tony in the guest room only to find him gone. He’d freaked out, silently of course, checking every room in the house, questioning their Intel on David Wilson's whereabouts and realizing that it might not be connected to the Wilsons at all but some other case.

 

After ten minutes of no luck he was just about to call Tony's disappearance in when he realized that Tony still had to be in the house. The doors were locked and windows closed, no kidnapper would go through that much trouble to make sure it looked like everything was still the same. It also dawned on him that he hadn't yet checked the basement and he'd been amazed to find Tony sleeping in the boat like it was actually comfortable.

 

He slept with Tony, sort of. He left Tony in the boat because he feared waking him if he moved him and slept on the inflatable mattress. There was a reason Tony chose the most uncomfortable place to sleep and end had a feeling it had to do with their case.

 

"I have some concerns regarding your team's ability to work this case effectively," Jenny said breaking Gibbs' trip down memory lane.

 

“I don’t” Gibbs told her, as if that was all the assurance she needed.

 

“Your victim is Agent DiNozzo's mother, your suspect's his brother and if you don't find him in time your second victim will be Agent DiNozzo's Father. You're covering DiNozzo's secret for him and the rest of your team are bound to notice and become suspicious. Your murder weapon was registered under DiNozzo's biological name which I know has made them suspicious because I also know you aren't letting them dig any deeper into it. Do I need to go on?''

 

''How do you know about Tony? ''Gibbs asked, ignoring her concerns because they were not important to him. He had faith in his team, even if it seemed the director did not.

 

“I'm not the Director of NCIS for nothing Jethro. When Agent DiNozzo joined NCIS he requested, for undercover purposes, to be allowed to register his backup weapon under the name he was born with. Although we don't currently allow such a thing, given DiNozzo's undercover abilities his requested was granted.”

 

Gibbs nodded and started to leave.

 

“I want you to keep your team focused on this case Jethro, not the personal issues surrounding it,"

 

Gibbs glared at her, ''I know.''

 

He had his hand on the doorknob when Jenny spoke again, “Agent DiNozzo has been part of your team for almost four years now, isn’t that correct? How is it that you didn't know his record as Anthony DiNozzo only started at fifteen when you do extensive background checks on all of your Agents?" she looked as if she was asking an innocent question but Gibbs could see the way her lips twitched, anxious to smirk at him.

 

Gibbs' eyes flashed dangerously as he angrily man-handled the door and slammed it behind him. His background checks were not as extensive as Jenny thought. He didn't know everything about them, just more that the rest of his team. He read their records which gave him DOB, where they grew up, went to school, worked and how well they'd worked in those jobs. He knew a little bit about their families, but not much. When he looked at Tony's records he hadn't felt that anything was amiss so he'd had no reason to dig farther. His gut had actually failed him, and it pissed him off.

 

He stood on the balcony overlooking the bullpen, hands gripping the railing tightly. Tony was glaring at the computer, snarling like a rabid dog and it made Gibbs smile. At least Tony wasn’t letting these events affect him too much. The fact that he was snarling at the computer meant that he was as devoted to this case like he was any other and not passing it over because of who was involved. McGee was going through the stuff they'd collected at Julie's, letters, bills, bank statements and even, Gibbs was glad he didn't have to read it, a diary. Kate and Ziva were calling known associates of both Tony's biological parents trying to learn any kind of gossip they might not be able to find otherwise. They kept looking at each other as if there was something else going on that only they knew about and his gut told him that they were up to something. He would have to keep an eye on them, make sure they didn't have time to research Antonio Wilson, since his gut also told him that's where their focus would be.

 

He hated cases like these, where they knew who the killer was and it all came down to just a matter of finding them. It was a game of luck to see if they had just enough of it to find that little piece of information that would be the key to finding him or her. He hated it, because it could take hours, days, months or even years to find that piece of information. It was all uncertain, and he really didn't like uncertainties.

 

Though, Gibbs mused as Tony sat up straighter, like he'd found something, maybe this case would not be so bad in that regard.