Gibbs walked into the bullpen, looking at the empty desks. A cup of coffee, steam still rising from the liquid's surface, sat on McGee's desk. They had not been gone for very long. He had not meant to spend so long getting Rebekah situated inside of his home, in fact, he'd not been expecting to do that at all. However, he felt she was safer there than in the same hospital where she'd been attacked twice just one week apart. For now, DiNozzo was standing guard. The last time he had seen the two together, they'd been in an argument over the validity of some old B movie. Gibbs had the sneaking suspicion Rebekah had never seen the movie, but enjoyed infuriating DiNozzo.

Shortly after sitting down at his desk and pulling his computer up from sleep mode, he heard the elevator door ding. Looking over at the person entering the bullpen, he was slightly surprised to see Dr. Mallard.

"Ducky, what can I do for you?" Gibbs asked, checking an email from Ziva to make sure he was right about which interrogation room housed Mr. Keys.

"It's what I can do for you, Jethro," Ducky said, regarding Gibbs with one of those looks that seemed to say he knew what was going on in Gibbs's head.

"All right, what can you do for me?" Gibbs asked as he logged off of the computer, gathered the case folders from the desktop, gripped his coffee cup, and stood up.

"I would like the opportunity to study Mr. Keys while you question him. I got the feeling from Ziva that the young man is slightly deranged," Ducky said, nodding when Gibbs smirked.

"Slightly is an understatement Duck," Gibbs responded, "He thinks the government 'turns innocents into cyborgs'."

"Those were his words precisely?" Ducky asked as the two of them began walking toward the interrogation rooms.

As they were walking Gibbs nodded, "Uh huh."

"Did he say anything else that may be relevant?" Ducky inquired, noticing they were heading past the first of the interrogation rooms.

"That 'they' got to both Rebekah's and his parents," Gibbs informed him, stopping outside of the door into the observation room. Ducky would be able to see everything that went on through the two-way glass.

"I see," Ducky muttered as he entered. Gibbs stood outside the open door long enough to see Ducky stop before the two way glass, looking directly at Keys. There was little doubt in Gibbs's mind that Ducky was already psychoanalyzing the young man.

With a small inaudible chuckle, Gibbs closed the door and stepped over to the door into the interrogation room, armed as he was with the files containing the reports and images of the murders Keys was accused of, he felt secure that he would be able to break him. Crazy or not, even Keys had a breaking point. What happened after that point had been reached would be revealed when he managed to find it.

The interrogation lasted longer than Gibbs had thought it would. Keys proved to be just as disengaged from reality as he had seemed in the hospital earlier that day. His talk of government experiments on innocent people that turned them into some kind of mindless 'cyborgs' continued for hours. There were a number of times when Gibbs had been unable to fight the urge to throw an exasperated and disbelieving look into the mirror behind him. Dr. Mallard, no doubt, found it entertaining that all Gibbs could get out of the suspect was his spew about these topics. The more Gibbs listened, the more he became aware that there was no way Keys could have arranged or committed the murders of an entire family.

Once he had gotten his fill of the man's endless rhetoric, Gibbs stood from his chair and gathered everything he'd brought in with him. A photo, an eight by ten shot of Rebekah, fell out of one of the folders. The moment Keys saw it, he stopped speaking, his eyes going wide and tears starting to form at the corners.

"Becky…" the name was nearly inaudible.

Leaning down, his right hand settling on the edge of the photo, Gibbs spoke quietly to Keys, "What did you say?"

"Becky…" Keys looked up at him, his fisted hand rapping the lower corner of the picture with his knuckles. The tapping sound started out low but quickly rose to a crescendo that echoed around the room. Along with the tapping the man continued to say 'Becky' over and over again. The louder the tapping got, the louder he said the name.

"What about Becky?" Gibbs asked as he slammed his hand against the table top to garner the man's attention, when that did not work, he shouted the man's name, "Keys!"

Slowly, painfully so, the man's wide blue eyes turned upward, his face white as a sheet and his mouth partially open. It was clear, even without Ducky's diagnosis, that the man had gone beyond crazy into the world of insane. He was starting to wonder if he could even trust anything that came out of the man's mouth as truth.

"What is wrong with Becky?" Gibbs ground out, forcing himself to remain calm enough to finish the questioning. Keys knew more than he was saying. That much was clear. It was the matter of finding out what he knew that was proving trying.

"Becky is gonna die," Keys started as a bout of crazed laughter bubbled up from his throat, "Just like all the others, Becky's gonna die and I can't save her this time." The laughter was turning into frustrated tears as the madman started slamming his fists against the table again. The sentence was becoming a chant in the enclosed room and Gibbs found himself stepping away. He left the photo of Rebekah lying on the table before the young man.

Looking back before he stepped out the door, Gibbs watched as Matthew Keys collapsed under his own emotional weight and began to sob into the table. The door closed on the sounds and silence surrounded him. With a sigh, Gibbs turned as the door to the observation room opened and closed. Ducky stood there with an expression that belayed his concern for the young man on the other side of the glass.

"Jethro, that young man," Ducky started only to have Gibbs finish the sentence for him.

"Loves her, Duck, I know," Gibbs nodded before leading the way back toward the central section of the office.

"But that doesn't mean he didn't kill her family. If he perceived them as threats to her, he would be more than capable of killing them all," Ducky stated, "However, I don't believe he was capable of the sheer amount of planning it would take to execute her family the way they were."

"Execute, Duck?" Gibbs stopped walking, looking over at the Medical Examiner.

"Yes Jethro, execute. Though it was not in a way that is often seen in our society, I believe the Evans' were executed. Each of the family members were peppered by small caliber rounds. Each round was placed into the body in a way that ensured maximum pain without death until the very last round," Ducky explained, "It's in my report, but I am sure you've not had time to read it yet."

"No, I haven't Duck," Gibbs agreed, "If he didn't kill them, then that means…"

"There's still a killer out there seeking revenge on a family that no longer exists, save for one person," Ducky said in a tone that noted his feelings on the subject.

"And we have to find that killer," Gibbs added. He turned back around and began walking again, entering the space between the desks and looking at each of them in turn. All of them were still empty and he was starting to get impatient.

"Boss! Abby and I found a possible match to the blood we found on Lieutenant Commander Evans's uniform," McGee's voice announced from across the room. Standing directly behind him was Abby, looking pleased.

"Where?" Gibbs looked between the two of them.

"He's in Bethseda Naval Hospital," Abby answered, "With a gunshot wound, or rather, was, in Bethseda with a gunshot wound."

"He was released today at around three," McGee finished as he handed Gibbs a folder, "The bullet matched the gun found on Matthew Keys."

"Son of a…" Gibbs slammed the folder shut after seeing the face of the agent from earlier in the day. Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was nearly five in the evening. That was more than ample time to reach D.C. from Bethseda, even with heavy traffic.

"Call DiNozzo," Gibbs started to order.

McGee interrupted him, "And let him know, already did boss. I also warned Ziva and put out a BOLO on him."

"Is there any way to find out where he is now?" Gibbs asked, not wanting to wait for the man to strike to find him.

"Well, if I had his cell number," McGee stated, though he stopped when Gibbs shook his head in the negative, "Or if I had any information on him, such as, what type of car he drives – if it has a GPS system we could track it."

"Check his personnel file. His name was Gary Nelson," Gibbs ordered as he turned to Abby, "Good work Abs."

"Thank you Gibbs," Abby smirked as she accepted the kiss on the cheek before turning and heading for her lab downstairs.

"It was six thousand pounds and twenty-five feet long," Rebekah growled, leaning back as she regarded DiNozzo from her place on the couch. Her right foot was propped up on Gibbs's coffee table between them.

"There's no way that was all Jaws weighed," DiNozzo responded teasingly.

"My mother loved that movie, DiNozzo, I should know," Rebekah snapped, getting annoyed.

As DiNozzo opened his mouth to respond, a crashing sound alerted them to something going on outside. Standing, DiNozzo held up his hand to still Rebekah. He stood where he was for a few seconds, listening with a look on his face that screamed "blood hound" to Rebekah and she had a hard time stifling the laughter. Whether she truly found the image funny or it was a hysterical reaction to everything that had happened that day, she did not know.

With a movement of his hand and a fierce look on his face, DiNozzo told her to stay put and stay quiet. Nodding quickly, Rebekah leaned back and waited for him to leave. As soon as he was beyond the doorway into the kitchen she was on her feet, her crutch beneath her right arm. There was no way she was going to sit still and wait for whatever maniac was after her now.

Looking around the living room, her eyes focusing and unfocusing as they passed over shadowed corners, Rebekah sought out a weapon she could use in case she needed to defend herself. As proven by the agents at the hospital, NCIS agents were far from infallible. After all, Matthew Keys wasn't exactly a top criminal mastermind and he'd managed to get past both of the agents Gibbs had scheduled to watch over her this morning. As her eyes passed the fireplace, a warm fire crackling in the hearth, she caught the glimmer of wrought iron. The tools hung on hooks that were positioned on a pedestal beside the fireplace. However, it was too far to get to without making a racket with her crutch and braced knee. Continuing her search, she spied a metal bin in the entryway. Peeking out of the top of the bin was the grip of a baseball bat. It sat amidst a few umbrellas. That would serve her purpose and hopefully it would not be needed at all.

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