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14 March 2010 @ 08:19 pm
Manhunter - A Watcher!Abby fic part 2/3  
So it's been a while, again, apologies for that everyone but as some of you will know, RL hasn't been great lately. Anyway, here's the next part of Watcher!Abby. You can read the first part of this fic here and the rest of the Watcher!Abby series can be found here.

Thanks as ever to my co-conspirator and co-author strangevisitor7 for her invaluable beta duties. And none of it belongs to me, still, despite my frantic bidding on e-bay.

Manhunter Part 2

As the dark sedan tore through traffic, Mathew was forced to remind himself that he wouldn’t die if they crashed. Gibbs’ method of driving was aggressive, to say the least, and Mathew wasn’t a very good passenger at the best of times. In an attempt to distract himself from his somewhat irrational fear, Mathew tried to strike up a conversation.

“What makes you think that Castle’s wife will know anything?” When Gibbs didn’t answer Mathew answered the question himself. “She’s already been interviewed by us and the locals. It’s unlikely she’ll have anything new to say.”

Gibbs downshifted and turned the car right, forcing Mathew to grab the dashboard to stop himself from being thrown into Gibbs’ lap.

“Agent Truman, this killer is not just killing people who look like Eric Castle, he is destroying their bodies. That much hate against someone is personal. She knows something,” Gibbs replied and pulled the car to a stop beside the kerb. He placed his hand on the back of the passenger seat and turned to face Mathew. “Are you gonna let me take the lead on this?”

“I’ve already questioned Mrs. Castle, she’s all yours.”

Gibbs stared directly into Mathew’s eyes for a moment, and Mathew stared right back, wondering what Gibbs was thinking. The NCIS agent seemed to come to a decision and nodded before abruptly exiting the car. Mathew did likewise and walked quickly to catch up with Gibbs as they crossed the street to the Castle residence.


Tony and Ziva were heading back to their car when Tony stopped to look around. When Ziva realised he was no longer following her she too stopped.

“Tony, what is it?”

“Has anyone spoken to the dockworkers?” he asked. Ziva followed his line of sight and nodded in comprehension.

“I do not believe so. No one has come forward as a witness,” she replied.

“But none would voluntarily. Two murders and they don’t see anything? Come on,” Tony said and began walking toward a group of workers on the far side of the compound. They walked in silence for a few moments, unusual for Tony, so Ziva took the opportunity to talk to him about something that was bothering her.

“It is strange that Gibbs has asked Blaine to join this investigation, is it not?” Ziva commented. She knew it was, she just wondered what Tony thought of the situation.

“I’m sure Gibbs has his reasons.”

“Yes, but was it not just a week ago that he suspected Richie to be not who he says he is? There is no denying that he bears a remarkable resemblance to Richie Ryan.” Tony stopped and laughed.

“That’s just a freaky coincidence. He can’t possibly be Ryan, he’s too young. Or is it common for people in Israel to come back from the dead and not get any older?” he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. Ziva just smiled enigmatically and walked on.


Gibbs took the cup of coffee and sipped it, appreciating the way Rebecca Castle made it – good and strong. He waited for her to pass another to Agent Truman and then settle herself on the chair opposite.

“I’m not sure what I can tell you that I haven’t already said, Agent Gibbs,” she said. Gibbs smiled and took another drink before putting the cup down on the table in front of him and leaning forward conspiratorially.

“Mrs Castle, your husband was killed by someone who hated him enough to torch his body and then do the same thing to three other men. And you’re telling me you’ve no idea why?” he said.

It was perhaps a little harsher than he’d intended, but it was clear to him that the woman was concealing something and the soft approach obviously hadn’t worked. Mrs Castle glared at him but she didn’t reply, confirming Gibbs’ suspicions. He waited, staring at her until she finally relented.

“Don’t ask, don’t tell. That’s what you say in the military, isn’t it?”.

“Your husband was gay, and you knew?” Truman blurted out, surprised.

“I know how this must look, Agent Gibbs; but my husband and I loved each other very much. He just sometimes needed the company of men. As long as he came home to me each night I didn’t care,” she explained, her eyes defiant, daring Gibbs to challenge her. Gibbs nodded.

It didn’t rule out Rebecca Castle as a suspect, but she seemed sincere enough and Gibbs’ gut was telling him they were looking for a man.

“Thank you for your time and the coffee, ma’am,” Gibbs said as he got to his feet.


Richie strode into Abby’s lab to find the forensic scientist engrossed in something on her computer.

“Major Mass Spec has compared the traces of accelerant used in all four murders, Gibbs,” she said without turning around. “It’s a match in each case,” she continued and then turned. “Oh.”

“Sorry to disappoint, Abs,” Richie said with a grin.

“I’m not disappointed, how could I be? I love getting visits from my favourite Immortal. It’s just I have news and Gibbs is always here when I have news,” Abby explained.

“Well, you could tell me. I’m working the case too.”

“Really? Oh that’s fantastic Richie! I knew Gibbs would love you as much as I do,” Abby said and then flushed as she realised what she'd admitted. She turned quickly back to her monitor. “As I was saying…”

“What you got, Abs?” Gibbs said as he strode through the door, Caf-Pow! in one hand.

“See? He knows. It’s his superpower,” Abby said in a half-whisper as she punched Richie playfully on the arm.

. Smiling at Gibbs, Abby repeated her findings for the boss. “The accelerant used in all the murders was the same, Gibbs. Not just the same type of fuel, but the same brand. Unfortunately it’s a really common brand of gas used for lawnmowers mostly.”

“I thought you had something?” Gibbs raised an eyebrow and withdrew the Caf-Pow! Abby pouted.

“I wasn’t finished yet. The killer left a gas can at one of the scenes, and I managed to lift a partial print and some DNA from it. I’m running them now, I’ll get a result soon, but I can tell you with certainty that it’s definitely male,” Abby answered. Gibbs pulled the drink even further from Abby’s grasp and stared at her expectantly. “I’m still waiting for physical evidence from the first two victims, but I did find some fibres on the clothes Dr. Clifford was wearing… um, I mean his brother was wearing…”

“It’s okay, Abs. Just make sure you don’t say the wrong thing around the others,” Richie reassured her. Gibbs glowered at him, but said nothing.

“Anyway, it’s an interesting fibre, has some unusual chemicals on it. The boys will tell me more, but given the luminosity I’d say it’s from a high-vis jacket,” Abby finished with a small pleading look at the Caf-Pow. Gibbs smiled before finally handing over the drink.

“That’s good work, Abs,” he said and gave her a peck on the cheek. Richie smiled at the show of affection, now he could see why Abby had a different view of Gibbs than everyone else. “What have you found, Blaine?” Gibbs added and turned his attention to Richie.

“We pulled all the phone and credit records of the victims, found no commonalities. McGee was just getting access to LeStrade’s patient files when I came down to see if I could help Abby… Boss,” Richie added belatedly. Gibbs nodded.

“Get back upstairs and help McGee background check the patients.”

“Yes, Boss.”


Richie stared blankly at the large screen in front of him, not really sure what he was looking for in the information.

“Which ones am I supposed to flag, Tim?” he asked the agent who was seated at his desk.

“Gibbs wants us to find any patients with criminal records and especially any connection to the other victims,” McGee explained looking slightly smug at Richie’s confusion.

“Look, about earlier; I meant nothing by it, I’m just not used to Gibbs,” Richie said. Tim nodded, still focussed on his task; but then he paused and looked over to where Richie was standing.

“I have to ask, Richie. Why are you working on this case? You’re not an agent. Heck, you haven’t even finished college yet.”

“And not one week ago Gibbs suspected me of being a terrorist?” Richie added. Tim squirmed a little and Richie felt instantly guilty for being unfair. He smiled reassuringly. “Gibbs is satisfied I’m who I say I am. As to why he wants me on this case, your guess is as good as mine.”

“Well how about you stop guessing and start looking through those files?” Gibbs said as he strode into view.

“On it, Boss,” McGee replied and buried his nose back in his screen. “So far I’ve got two possible links; I’m running them down now.”


Richie gulped in panic, but then he spotted that the man whose file he was looking at belonged to a dockworker.

“Here’s something, this patient of LeStrade’s,” Richie said and pointed to the screen. Gibbs moved in for a closer look. “John Packer, he’s a dockworker.”

“Yeah? So?”

“Well, he works at the same dock where two of the victims were found. And I’d have thought a dentist that charges the prices LeStrade did would be too snooty for a docker, Boss. Besides, his offices are unusually far from both where Packer works and where he lives,” Richie continued quickly.

Gibbs looked at the file again and then seemed to scrutinise Richie for a moment before a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Not bad, Blaine. Now find me a link to Castle,” he said and then walked away. Richie beamed at the praise; faint as it was. Richie got the impression that Gibbs meant far more than he’d said.

“Wow Richie,” McGee said. Richie turned back to him and saw he was smirking. “That was impressive. I mean, I only thought Tony had that kind of luck.”

Richie chuckled.

“Beginners luck, Tim. I have no idea how to try and find a connection to Castle. Where do I start? Credit records? Phone bill?” Richie asked. McGee smiled.

“Phone records would be a good start. We can start there,” he answered. Richie returned the smile. He was grateful not only for Tim’s help, but that he seemed to have regained some of McGee’s trust and respect. He suspected he had Gibbs to thank for that. He still had a long way to go with all the team, but Richie knew that they followed Gibbs’ lead. As long as Gibbs trusted him, they would give him a chance and that was all he needed.

Now Concludes in Part Three
catyuycatyuy on March 14th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
So far it looks like everything is going well...*cue suspenseful music* but will it stay that way...DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNN
But, I don't want to be a pie,: watcher abbyidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
Your comment made me LOL, which was slightly embarrassing given I was at work at the time!

Well, knowing Richie the way we know Richie... XD
catyuycatyuy on March 15th, 2010 11:11 pm (UTC)
Go me for getting you to LOL in public.

Richie is prone to having things go wrong.
Well as long as Duncan (or Amanda) doesn't show up as he's bout 10x's worse than Richie.
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on March 15th, 2010 12:51 am (UTC)
Yeah! You've updated! Happy now.

Why do I love that Gibbs got one out of Rebecca Castle where 1000 year old Matthew failed? That's just way too funny to me somehow.

Eagerly anticipating the next chapter.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: watcher abbyidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you hon :)
nljfs on May 7th, 2010 06:24 am (UTC)
I loved that about Gibbs too! I wonder if Mathew will ever mention that he's been in law enforcement for centuries...
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on May 7th, 2010 06:34 pm (UTC)
He should! Then Gibbs could rag Matthew for having missed that. lol!
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on March 15th, 2010 12:54 am (UTC)
BTW, love the new icon about crossovers luring into new fandoms. I've never read the Marvel comics, but I read a crossover on one of my regular fandoms with Ironman. Now I'm reading Ironman fic.

Sigh... I need a new fandom like I need a hole in my head.
The other Weird Alaeron_lanart on March 15th, 2010 10:41 am (UTC)
It's a very appropriate icon - I found The Dresden Files through reading crossovers and now DF is one of my main fandoms.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: tootingidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:40 pm (UTC)
And then I found them from reading your fic! LOL

It's like The Circle of Life or some such bollix XD
But, I don't want to be a pie,: crossoversidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:35 pm (UTC)

I've gained...five in the past year alone through reading fanfic. It's a slippery slope!

Thanks, glad you like it. Feel free to snag if you want, just please credit. I make so few good ones I'm chuffed to see someone else likes them :)
nljfs on May 7th, 2010 06:26 am (UTC)
I love it too... ponders it for facebook or a new email sig...

nancy in chicago
"Outside of a dog a book is a man's best friend; inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx

Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup.
Black Rook: Artizelgrachonok on March 15th, 2010 05:02 am (UTC)
Good to see new part of this, I missed Gibbs:). Poor Mathew, Gibbs's driving sure is a trial, and Ziva just might know more than anyone suspects:).
But, I don't want to be a pie,: watcher abbyidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:37 pm (UTC)
She might, she might not. Time will tell *grin*

Glad you enjoyed. Hopefully won't be so long between parts. But I swear the next part of Discworld will come first!
The other Weird Al: Highlander - Richieaeron_lanart on March 15th, 2010 10:42 am (UTC)
So glad to see more of this. And Yay! Richie!
But, I don't want to be a pie,: watcher abbyidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon.

Is he still Richie? I've been worried that in being so concerned about getting the NCIS voices right I've lost sight of him. Plus having to make him an older version of himself, I'm always worried I've strayed too far.
The other Weird Alaeron_lanart on March 16th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)
Yes, he is still himself - obviously older and a bit different because of it but I still *see* him no problem.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: richie smileidontlikegravy on March 25th, 2010 03:47 pm (UTC)
Phew! :)
jolinar_rosha: wraith smiling playfuljolinar_rosha on March 15th, 2010 12:07 pm (UTC)
yay, update! :D

hmmmm..... why does this seem to me like the calmness before the storm? everything seems too well to continue this way...
But, I don't want to be a pie,: watcher abbyidontlikegravy on March 15th, 2010 09:41 pm (UTC)

Glad you liked :)

Can't think why you'd even consider such a thing! ;-p
I will call her George: Abby and Tony - Yea baby!strangevisitor7 on March 17th, 2010 04:13 am (UTC)
Terrific - you're doing such a great job building the case.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: abbeyidontlikegravy on March 25th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you hon. *squishes*
Rhi: ambitionvipersweb on March 20th, 2010 02:29 pm (UTC)
fun chapter here! I like seeing how Richie is fitting in here.
But, I don't want to be a pie,: richie smileidontlikegravy on March 25th, 2010 03:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's been a fine balancing act writing this fic, so I'm really happy you enjoyed it :)