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10th Doctor sometime after Martha

Also, NCIS's time line is skewed a bit

Sorry about the gigantic time span in between the chapters. Lots of things have happened. Lots of things even this past week that pushed this chapter behind. I realized that if I worked overtime the past week I would be able to take of the Friday after July 4th and I could have a 4 day weekend. So that's all on me, sorry about that. Also, I adopted a dog. His name is Balthazar and he's freakin awesome. The next chapters will be shorter so I can give you all at least a little something every week. Never trust a writer when they say they will be finished within a certain amount of time. They're all liars even if they desperately mean not to be. I just realized that it took me a couple of years to finally type up chapter thirteen…Anyone else thinks that's odd? No? Alright then… Anyways, without further ado, THE NEXT CHAPTER!

WARNING: Brief mention of drug use. None of the good guys though! Nothing more graphic than what was ever shown on NCIS so I figure I'm safe as far as anybody reading this is concerned

Mass Spectrometers and Sonic Screw Drivers

Part Thirteen

Just Because You're Paranoid Doesn't Mean They Aren't Out To Get You

The hall outside the room Abby woke up in was slightly damp and poorly lit. Abby noticed the sound of footsteps from ahead of her and ducked into a darkened corner to wait for the rest of her captors to pass. Two men in business suits came into view. Abby's breath caught in her throat as she recognized one of the men.

"Gleet.."

They passed her cell without regard and turned right up ahead. Abby gripped the weapon tightly in her hand and placed its battery back into its holder. She took a deep breath and followed in the shadows.

McGee had a laptop hooked up to one of the larger monitors that was kept in one of the smaller conference rooms in the building. He was busy sorting the new files he had just found when Gibbs and the Doctor entered the room.

"Boss, I found something!"

"Good, so inform us.."

"Well, it looks like our petty officer kept a digital diary. It mentions Gleet and some other weird stuff." McGee clicked on a word document and it expanded across the larger monitor. Both Gibbs and the Doctor stepped towards the screen.

"I think you should read this…"

I know what I saw. I know that there is no other explanation for what I saw. If I hadn't seen it for myself I wouldn't have believed it. This guy, he just came out of nowhere. It was like he just walked through this wall. Through solid brick! He didn't see me. That's probably a good thing. I thought before that those people that saw those lights were just crazy, but maybe there was something more to it. I mean, how many weird things can happen in one spot and NOT be related? I told some of the guys about it, but they thought I was just high. I mean, yeah, there was a reason why I went off on one of my "walks" but I didn't have the chance to relax yet. God, I swear if I was high I will never take another hit for the rest of my life. Heck, I don't think I'll ever take another hit anyways.

Gibbs cleared his throat. "Well, that explains his debt at least."

The Doctor put on his "brainy" specs and took a closer look at the screen. "These lights he mentioned, do either of you recognize what he's talking about? Anything on the news?"

Gibbs frowned and McGee just shrugged.

"McGee, do me a favor and pull up the internet to do a search." The Doctor came closer to McGee and looked over his shoulder.

"What am I looking for?"

"Look for "strange", "lights", "D.C." and narrow the results to within two months prior to this journal entry."

"Looks like we got some hits! Uhhh there was UFO sighting under the Potomac around the time he would have wrote that entry."

Gibbs turned, "Does it say where on the Potomac?"

McGee shook his head. "Looks like whatever it was went up and down the river a few times before disappearing."

"It was probably a ship," the Doctor said as he put away his glasses, "Bodies of water make excellent hiding spots for relatively small ships. I think we can assume that where ever it is that our friend saw Mr. Gleet's ghost act must be near this river. If Gleet happens to have set up some sort of "home base" above water it's probably not too far from his landing point. "

Gibbs signed and looked back to McGee. "Is that all you found? Just that one entry?"

"Well, no, there was about a year or two's worth of entries before that and after this entry it looks like he got paranoid and buffed up his encryption. This drive is pretty messed up. I had a hard time even pulling this much. "

Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose trying to lessen his stress. This was taking too much time. Time is critical in an abduction like this! He doubted hearing back from the kidnappers. Whoever, or whatever, had done this did it to keep Abby from piecing together the puzzle they had left. It was only a matter of time until they had interrogated her to find out how much she knew and let out and then a shorter amount of time until they finished the job. No, he thought to himself, Abby was strong. She would hold out longer than just someone off the street. But still, the thought of someone he cared about in danger ate away at him.

The Doctor stared at McGee. Worry was clear on his face, despite his trying to hide it. He probably frantically searched the drive and tried his best to calm himself before they came into the room. He looked defeated. How long had he known Abby? The Doctor could tell that they had been close. McGee still liked her, maybe even love her to some degree. The Doctor barely knew Abby, but he knew the type of person she is. People like Abby are not born every day. You could travel the entire universe twice over and maybe, just maybe, find enough people like her to make a cricket team.

The Doctor had traveled the entire universe many times over and had the great blessing to have met several "Abbys". Some of which he tried to show the universe to. It was a little unfair that he had the opportunity to meet so many "Abbys". It was a product of the nature of his life, but most people never live a life like his. They stay in one spot, one planet, their entire life. On planets like the Earth, many never even leave the countries they were born in or barely leave their towns. Living a life on one planet in one time, like the life McGee had, greatly reduces opportunities to meet an "Abby". It makes sense that anyone who met an "Abby" would do anything in their power to save them. And it makes sense that to fail at that would tear your insides out.

The Doctor snapped out of his daze as Gibbs yelled at his phone. "WELL I DON'T CARE HOW MANY BUILDINGS ARE NEAR THE SHORELINE CHECK THOSE OUT TOO!"

Gibbs shut his phone and let out an irritated sigh. "Tony hasn't found anything related to Zolar yet but I've got him looking for possible spots for wherever it is that our guy first saw Gleet or whoever this creep is." The Doctor laid his hand near McGee's computer.

"Any word from Ziva yet, boss?"

"No, I'm about to go check up on her unless you have anything else for me."

"I'll keep trying but it's almost too far gone."

"Keep it up, call me if you get anything new. Doctor, you coming?"

"Um, no, I think I'll stay here with McGee for a bit. I'll catch up with you."

Gibbs nodded and left the room. The Doctor pulled his hand away from the computer and secretly placed his sonic screw driver back into his suit pocket.

"Now, McGee, why don't we run those searches again?"