Accidently on Purpose

Chapter 15

a/n: okay, seriously, I just gotta to ask...this is the third Jimmy story I've posted...the first was an actual NCIS case story that involved the whole team (Prey and Predator)...and in my opinion, a much better thought out plot than this one that I just kinda threw together...So I gotta know-why is this one getting so many more hits than the other one? Is it because it is too long? Do I need to take down "Prey & Predator" and repost it in smaller chapter format...or what?

a/n: so, anyway, sorry about the long wait...the ideas just fizzled out for awhile...this chapter should finish it up...and I'm falling back on an old tv trick of the "investigation" taking place off screen so the chapter is all about the "reveal" (kinda like the epi where the woman distracted all the sailors while her accomplish dragged the dead body through the ship...way back in season one or two cause Kate was still alive)

...NCIS DC...

"You killed Shelly..." Delmar exclaimed, backing away from the woman.

"No! No, I didn't kill anyone," the woman shot back in frustration,

"One little hair sample will clear it right up..." Tony stated, as he

"How...?" the woman asked suspicioulsy.

"Were checking hair samples against samples found in the lining of Jenkins hoodie..." Tim said, "you give us a sample and we can rule you out..."

"Providing of course you didn't do it..." Tony interjected.

Dr. Sharpe looked at the two men pointedly, clearly undecided, prompting Tim to say, "Dr. Sharpe we can get a court order to compel the sample...but it wouldn't look good for you..."

Eying the men for a moment longer, she huffed angrily, "fine, you can have your damn sample...I didn't kill Shelly..."

"Then you have absolutely nothing to worry about..." Tim replied, holding out the evidence bag.

The doctor pulled a few strands of hair and placed them in the bag.

"Thank you, Doctor...we'll be in touch..." Tony said as he and Tim.

"You sure that was a good idea, without a lawyer present or something...?" Delmar asked.

"I didn't do it, Frank..." Monica snapped.

Frank reached out and laid a hand on Monica's arm, saying gently, "Listen, these last few days have been hard on everyone...why don't you come over tonight and..."

Shrugging off his touch, Monica replied, "No...Frank, just no...this is not the time...we've been over this already..."

"For gods sake Monica, I wasn't trying to get in your pants...just thought we could get together...you know, offer moral support..." Frank shot back angrily.

"Look, the ones that need our support right now are Cameron and Jim..." Monica replied, unperturbed by the man's outburst, "if you want to be a friend why don't you start there..."

Frank watched Monica leave the lounge, when the door closed, he ran his hand over the nearby table scattering its contents across the room. Running his hands down his face he growled out angrily, "wouldn't be to sure of that, bitch..."

...ncis la...

"Your right, Gibbs, the hair in the hoodie matches the sample we got from Monica Sharpe...but why would someone purposefully pur a clump of their hair where we would find it...?" Abby reported.

"They wouldn't," Gibbs replied succinctly.

"So, someone is setting up Dr. Sharpe...why?" Abby asked with confusion, "someone's going through an awful lot of trouble...first sabatoging the car, then setting up the fiancee...now the fiancee's ex-girlfriend; someone really doesn't like these people, and poor Jimmy got caught up in the middle of it..."

Turning to face her team leader, Abby crinkled her face in anger, "you need to catch them Gibbs...they hurt Jimmy...!"

Reaching over to give her a peck on the cheek he said quietly, "working on it Abs..."

...ncis...

"So what now boss...it's not Jenkin's or Sharpe...who does that leave...?" Tony asked.

"We dig deeper...someone systematically went after the Lt, her fiancee and even the ex...someone had to gain something from getting these people out of the picture..." Gibbs answered.

"...maybe its not so much what this person would gain..." Ziva interjected thoughtfully, "maybe its more personal than that..."

"Revege...why...?" Tony asked.

"We suspected Dr. Jenkins of killing his fiancee because he was jealous...then Dr. Sharpe of setting up Jenkins because of jealousy..." Ziva explained.

"So now we look at who was jealous of Monica Sharpe...if that's the case why not use her car...her clothes...?" Tim questioned.

A thoughtful look on his face, Gibbs said off-handedly, "a woman can wear a man's clothes...to set him up..."

"Ah, but if a man wants to set up a woman...not such a good fit..." Tony said in that 'ah-ha' way, "so maybe Jenkins was just an afterthought..."

"Or someone thought they could take out two for the price of one..." Abby's voice suddenly interjected.

Turning towards the forensics scientist, Gibbs asked, "got something else for us Abby?"

"I went back over the hoodie...we were mostly looking at the hood-the best place to get hair and DNA samples..." Abby explained relunctantly.

"Abby...?" Gibbs prodded.

"We were so focused on Dr. Jenkins, then the lady doctor..." Abby again prattled.

Raising an eyebrow in equal frustration, Tim said impatiently.

"I looked for prints on the hoodie...well the zipper part...and I ran them against all the doctors at the hospital..." Abby said.

"And..." Gibbs asked expectantly.

"I got a hit..." she said.

He nodded, turning towards the plasma, "put it up..."

...ncis...

"So, what is it I can help you with Agent DiNozzo...?" Dr. Delmar asked as the two men came off the elevator.

"We ran Dr. Sharpes hair sample..." Tony started to say only to be interrupted when the smaller man stopped and laid a hand on the agents arm, stopping them.

"She did it didn't she...I knew it..." the doctor said, a hint of smugness in his voice, "so what can I help you with...?"

"Just need to run some things by you, Delmar..."Gibbs said, patting the chair in front of his, "have a seat doc."

Delmar sat quickly and looked up at the agents expectantly, "so what can I do to help...Agent DiNozzo said you matched Monica'a hair sample from the hoodie..."

Gibbs exchanged a look with his SFA, who replied, "I didn't say anything of the sort, Boss..."

"Well...I just assumed...you said you ran the sample..." Frank said slowly.

"Oh, we ran the sample...and it was Dr. Sharpes...but it didn't come from her head, it came from her hairbrush..." Gibbs said in his knowing tone, "...the hair in the hoodie was stretched...not shed naturally..."

"Oh..." Frank intoned.

"Of course then their is the hospital footage in the hall outside the lounge and locker area..." Tony supplied, clicking the remote to activate the plasma...it showed the female doctor going into the locker room and twenty minutes later a figure ducking back out in the hoodie in question.

"So you have her on camera..." Frank said, a hint of relief in his voice.

"Well, we have someone on camera...but when we ran a telemetry program against the background objects, we discovered that the person coming out was too short to be Dr. Sharpe..." Tim said.

"So, it's not Monica...?" The doctor asked hesitantly, rubbing his hands across his thighs.

"Something wrong there, Delmar...?" Tony asked, adding, "you're not looking too good..."

"You ruled out Cameron, now you're saying it's not Monica...what, you're gonna tell me Palmer wrecked the car or something...?" Delmar said in a weak attempt at levity.

Without warning, Gibbs grabbed the back of the chair the doctor was sitting in and forcefully spun the seat, causing the man to nearly fall our of it.

"What the hell...?" the doctor exclaimed angrily.

Instead of answering, Gibbs dropped several file folders in the mans lap.

"What's this...?" the man asked, catching the files before they spilled out onto the floor.

"Motive..." Gibbs deadpanned, nodding towards the files.

"See, the top one is one of several restraining orders that the lovely Dr. Sharpe took out against you..." Tony said.

"So, we had a few misunderstandings...what's that prove...?" the doctor said impatiently.

"Seems to be going around in this little group," Ziva commented, shooting a look towards her partner."

"So not only does she say I love you with these lovely restraining orders, but then you loose the girl to the dashing young Dr. Cameron Jenkins...who swoops in takes away any last chance of woeing said pretty doctor..." Tony explained with a flourish.

"Yeah, right, it didn't take him long to figure out ol' Monica and dump her," the doctor countered, "We guys need to stick together against the likes of women like Monica...real user that one is...you know that Cameron had to take out restraininng orders against her when he started dating Shelly?"

"Oh, we know..." Gibbs replied, "but by then it was more than just about a woman...you and Cameron Jenkins were in the running for the chief residency job..."

"Course it was already pretty cut and dry who was going to get the position..." TIm interjected, adding, "besides being top of his class, Jenkins grandfather had also been chief resident..."

"First the girl then the job..." Tony said with a sigh, "that's gotta be rough...and the the coup-de-gra...the internship...competing against the woman who started it all..."

"Wait...just wait a minute here," the doctor jumped from his seat, holding his hands out defensively, "you think I did this... caused the accident...killed Shelly, hurt Jim..."

"Oh, we don't think, doctor, we know..." Gibbs said evenly, tossing the hoodie on the desk in front of him, "you forgot the gloves..."

"What..."

"You did good, Delmar...playing up all the drama between the Lt and Jenkins, the restraining order that Jenkins took out on Sharpe, planting Sharpes hair in the hoodie, hiding your face from the cameras...remembering the gloves when you stole Jenkins car..." Tony ticked off.

"But you forget about the zipper...you figured everyone would be so focused on all the other stuff...you zipped up the hoodie without using gloves..." Tim said, tapping some keys to show Delmars hospital photo and a copy of the hospitals fingerprint background check, "your fingerprints for your job match the prints on the zipper."

The doctor looked at the plasma, then looked at the agents, his tone low and angry, "everything...they were taking

Going to stand in front of the angry man, Gibbs said, "now I'm taking everything. DiNozzo, get him out of here..."

"With pleasure, boss," Tony answered, grabbing the man and shoving him roughly around to cuff him.

Hanging his head, Delmar said tonelessly, "if it's any consolation, Jim wasn't supposed to get hurt...he wasn't even supposed to be in the car..."

"And the Lt., what about her...what's she ever do to you..." Tony responed gruffly, pushing the man towards the elevator.

...Epilogue...

The day was overcast, the breeze gentle but constant as the mourners slowly made there way from the grave site.

Reaching down to clasp Jimmy's hand, Cameron said, "Thanks for coming Jim...but should you really be out of the hospital already?"

Jimmy looked up at Tony, whose hands were resting on the handles of the wheelchair, before looking up at his friend, "I'm doing well enough...staying with Dr. Mallard; I couldn't miss the funeral."

Cameron just nodded, "Thanks for being here..."

Jimmy and Tony both nodded as Monica came up to the small group, giving Cameron's arm a gently squeeze before bending down to give Jimmy a gentle kiss on the cheek, "glad to see you doing better."

"Thanks..." Jimmy replied, looking pointedly at his two friends, "so what now...?"

"I was offered the chief resident position..." Camerson said, "I thought about turning it down..."

"No..." Jimmy exclaimed.

Shaking his head, Cameron replied quickly, "but, I'm not...it would make Shelly's death have been for nothing...Frank took enough away from me..."

They all nodded, before Jimmy turned to Monica, "have you heard about the internship?"

"Have an interview next week..." Monica replied, "what about you...?"

"Gremlins already got a place waiting for him when he's out of this chair..." Tony snarked.

"Tony...!" Jimmy exclaimed, horrified that Tony used that nickname in front of his collegues.

However, the two doctors just traded amused looks, Monica questioning, "gremlin...really...?"

Jimmy just dropped his head in his hand, shaking it in exasperation, while Tony just grinned.

Cameron chuckled a moment more before turning serious, holding out a hand to Tony, "thanks agent, and thank your team...for everything."

Tony sobered as he returned the handshake, "just doing our job..."

Cameronn nodded, his eyes resting on Jimmy, who had yet to look up, "yeah, well, take care of him okay...don't let him overdo it..."

Tony nodded as he followed Cameron's eyes to rest on Jimmy, "we always take care of our own..." then adding lightly, "speaking of which...it's naptime, my little gremlin...Ducky's orders..."

"Tony...!" Jimmy again exclaimed as he looked up at his friends as Tony was turning his wheelchair around.

Monica and Cameron gave a wave as Tony wheeled the chair out of the cemetary toward the parking lot.

"You gonna be okay...?" Monica asked, giving the mans arm a gentle hug.

Giving a heavy sigh, Cameron nodded slowly, "yeah, eventually..."

"Just remember...you have friends..." the woman said as she looked towards Jimmy's retreating figure, before giving his arm a gently shake, "if you ever need to talk..."

Cameron patted Monica's arm and slowly they made their way out of the cemetary.

/./././ NCIS /./././

a/n: probably not the ending people were hoping for...I really wanted a bit of Jimmy in danger to end it, but it just didn't work out that way...