"Okay, Agent Gibbs. You and Agent David are free to go," the doctor said in exasperation. "However, I want you taking a long weekend. You ran a real risk of severe oxygen deprivation and that's not something you throw off in a few hours. Understand?"
"Yes. We understand," Ziva said, acting like she wasn't itching to leave and find out how the case had progressed.
NCIS had become involved when their resident drug dealers had raided a Navy supply depot and made off with medical supplies, particularly syringes...and most especially some newly-designed jet injectors, autoinjectors which didn't use needles but instead shot a high-pressured stream of a drug through the skin, ideally reducing the pain involved in getting an injection. The new models had been stolen and NCIS was tasked with finding them. Ziva and Gibbs had picked the wrong place to go and been captured with the idea of trying to distract NCIS until the shipments could be moved. Now that they had both been breathing normally for a couple of hours, they felt fine and wanted to get an update.
"Taxi?" she asked.
"Yeah. I don't have my car."
"...and no one bothered to come and check on us. They must be busy, but I thought that McGee, at least, might think of it."
Gibbs smiled. "They had three guys to process, a scene to go over, evidence for Abby. They're probably busy."
They got in a taxi and headed for NCIS.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x
Abby had loads of material to go through, but finally, about eleven p.m., she had only one evidence bag to open. It was a single jet injector taken from the kitchen by Lovitz' team.
Abby sighed. "Man, haven't I done enough today? I think I have." She tried to massage the kink out of her neck. "...but why was this one in the kitchen? I thought they'd kept all the stuff they stole together. Okay, Abby. I guess you should run this one before you head out."
She opened the evidence bag and then swabbed the interior of the injector, shoving it into the mass spectrometer.
"Okay. Major Mass Spectrometer, do your thing...and I'll see you later."
Satisfied that things could run in her absence and that nothing was urgent enough to require her gentle touch, Abby grabbed her things and decided to head up to the bullpen to see if Tony and Tim were still around.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x
Pamela stuck her head out of the closet into which she'd run after fleeing the office. It didn't look as though Tim had followed her. She didn't have much interaction with any of the MCRT, being a newish hire and not needing to talk to them, but she had never thought of Tim as that kind of person. He had terrified her. His gun, yes, but mostly the way he had talked. He was crazy.
Satisfied that she would not be pursued, Pamela headed down to the exit, knowing that Henry would still be on duty and could tell her what to do about Tim's actions. She didn't know what he was doing in the office, but she hoped that it was just an elaborate joke...one that no one had bothered to let her in on.
She reached the exit and saw a very welcome sight.
"Agent Gibbs! Agent David!" she called out and ran over to them, suddenly feeling frightened again.
"What is it, Pamela?" Ziva asked, looking surprised.
"Something's wrong!"
"What?" Gibbs asked.
"Agent McGee just threatened me."
"What?" Ziva asked, sounding skeptical.
"He was acting crazy!" Pamela said. "He pulled out his gun and pointed it at me, saying that he had business with Director Vance and that I should leave...or he would help me. Honest! I'm not making this up!"
