Harry Gibbs's Story

"But then I can't watch my entire back!" Adion said quickly, exaggerating the word entire, all the while his face gave away that he was by no means serious.

Gibbs chuckled as he shook his head, ignoring the slight thumping of his braid on his back. "But that you wouldn't have to worry bout a full length mirror that would make it impossible to move. Compact mirrors do come in handy!" he stated with a serious face but his green eyes glittered with mirth.

Tiago chuckled softly as she listened to her boss and friend jest with each other as she shifted on the bed to face them her head hurt but she's had worse.

"Bull! I can carry a full sized mirror with ease." Adion said, again with only his voice being serious.

Gibbs snorted as he looked at Adion a brow raised. "And look like an idiot in the process." he said with a straight face even as his eyes glittered.

"I don't need a mirror to do that, boss." Adion replied.

"Yes! I knew it!" exclaimed Gibbs as he slammed his left fist into his right palm and turned to Tiago his eyes wide. "He is an Idiot! Just as I thought!" he stated grinning like a loon his green eyes aglow with mirth.

Tiago blinked slowly before she face palmed and groaned. "Idiots. both of you are idiots." she mumbled shaking her head even as she struggled to hold back her giggles.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, boss. The cops used to thing I was just an everyday petty thief. It took them five years to catch up with me, and I wasn't even being careful." Adion replied.

Gibbs groaned as he closed his eyes and sighed while shaking his head. "I'm joking Adion." he said softly watching the young man with puzzled green eyes.

Adion quickly noticed Gibbs's watch. He had to restrain the childish urge to take Gibbs's wallet, and laugh as he was chased by the man. Any time Adion did that, Gibbs caught up quickly, but to Adion it was more of a joke than anything else. That was explained the first time he did it. However, he was in a hospital, so running might not be the best idea.

Adion leaned back on the wall, noting everything behind him, down to just how squeaky the drawer he leaned on was. The stare down could have lasted anywhere from minutes to hours. Time, the one thing that Adion had trouble with.

Gibbs sighed again even as he smiled slightly. "Your always a puzzle, you know that Adion?" he asked softly watching the young man.

"If you want to solve it, you first have to find the missing pieces." Adion replied with a smirk that said "I am a smart ass, and I love it."

Gibbs chuckled as he shook his head smiling slightly as Rouge snorted from her bed.

"Well, boss. I am off to see the wonderful wizard." Adion said taking his first few steps out the door, dodging a nurse like it was nothing.

Adion walked back to his house, well apartment, and opened the door. The place looked normal, to most who knew Adion, excepting the broken window. Adion broke that window and covered it with cardboard not too long ago, but that wasn't something he spoke about.

Something set off an alarm in Adion's head. As he looked around, all his piles of junk were different than when he left, some slightly out of place while others were out of order. Also, the cardboard hadn't been fastened correctly and was now hanging from a single screw. Quickly, Adion made it to his clothes pile, put on a new shirt, and grabbed his fingerprint ID kit, the one he stored in his bed.

Within ten minutes, Adion had two whole hands of fingerprints he knew were from someone other than him or his landlord. He had also written down all of the changes to his apartment, took pictures, and made a nice dossier for Agent Evans.

Getting back to the office building, Adion spotted not one FBI agent, but three. One was watching the door, one was watching the various windows, and the last one was investigating, crawling about on his hands and knees.

"Agent Evans, I presume." Adion said as he walked to the investigating agent.

"You are the kid who doesn't miss anything, right?" Evans asked in reply.

"Why? Do you need some help with something?"

"There is a trapdoor under Mr. Gibbs's desk. I was wondering if you knew where the key was."

"On Gibbs."

"That's helpful."

"If you have time, I think the same guy broke into my apartment. Here's the dossier I made."

"Thanks. This might help us get a beat on this guy."

Once Agent Evans left Gibbs's office, Adion produced the very key needed to get into the trapdoor. With a silent click, the door slowly opened to Adion's most gentle touch. He had to be careful that the Agents didn't find the files in the trapdoor. The files in there were the ones that Gibbs didn't want anyone to see at any costs.

So, as Adion peered into the trapdoor, he took the files of Gibbs's workers, and all of his less than liked, by the government, associates. Adion then closed the trapdoor, hid the files in his backpack. The key silently entered his pocket.

Adion then walked out of the room, looked at the two agents, and said "I wish you luck." Before quickly getting out. He went straight for his favorite place for private meetings, a sewer in the bad side of downtown. As he left uptown, heading for the residential district, Adion sent Gibbs's a text stating, "I have the no-sees. You know where to find me."

Having watched as a nurse to Rouge's vitals and sighed when she smiled and left. Shifting in his chair, Gibbs watched as the young woman who worked for him and who was apart of his family fall asleep, he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Only to reach into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone flipped it open and read the message, a smile curling his lips.

"Thank you Adion. I'll get a hold of you when things calm down and we no longer need Agent's at the office." he sent back and once again laid his head back his thoughts going to the files Adion has and hoped that things would stay safe and die down slightly. "Hopefully Dan stays away!" he mumbled as his eyes slid shut and soon he slept, cramped in the chair.

The message quickly reached Adion's phone. With a quicker read, Adion knew that he had to stay down for a little while. These files were not ones that anyone but Gibbs should see. Even now as he held the manila folder, sitting in the silent sewer, Adion would only read one file. His. He knew why Gibbs liked to keep his friends' information secret, as a lot of the people Gibbs worked with had 'quirks' that almost every government organization wanted for themselves.

Adion knew that the only reason that he wasn't being hunted was because of the fact that he worked with the FBI now and again. This made other organizations a little less likely to come after his unique talent.

Adion already knew what he would find in the folder. The portfolio on him held only information that Adion knew Gibbs knew, mostly because he had typed most of it up himself. Some of it was little more than Gibbs's notes on Adion, which he had already read. Adion was not reading the portfolio to learn what was thought of him, but to find the name of a restaurant near his hiding place that he liked to eat at when on the run. Needless to say, Adion found the name in the many notes.

Hiding what he could in the small, hidden room in the sewers, Adion put the rest in his bag. Most of it was stuff that no-one would find of use if Adion were arrested or captured. All that stuff was hidden in a place only Gibbs and Adion knew about. Adion liked it that way. After putting on a sweater to hide his full identity, Adion set off for the restaurant.

Walking into the diner, Adion sat down on the 20 year old bar stool waiting to be served. The first thing to reach him was a blue raspberry slushy, then a chicken breast smothered in the diner's secret sauce, and finally, when the rest of the food was finished, a cup of grape sherbet. Leaving the money on the table, Adion began to walk out of the dinner.

Adion came around the corner with his M1911 .45 raised. He knew only one thing, someone was going to feel some serious pain.

The first man that Adion saw was the man with the rifle, and he was the first to get shot. One .45 hollowpoint into the balls and a full-metal-jacket .45 through the shoulders hit the man with the rifle, but Adion wasn't done shooting. Without even a millisecond of though, Adion's sights hit the second man. The hollowpoint round for him hit in the thigh, while the FMJ punched a small hole just below the stomach, barely missing the other organs.

Adion the slid over to investigate Scar, and see what he could do to help treat the animal. 'Looks like we'll be visiting the hospital again.' Adion thought to himself, before quickly shooting a text off to Gibbs. The message was "Conflict at 1pm. We'll have to wait till 2." Hopefully Gibbs would remember where the second drop point was.

After tackling the first man, Dan scrambled across the the space between him and Scar lifting his head to lay it on his knees as he looked over his body tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared at the two arrows with blood running from the wounds, his eyes locked on Scar ignoring the extra shots before looking up at Adion. "Why would they shoot him? He isn't a threat unless he is cornered. Why? Why did they do this?" he asked, his voice choking pulling Scar closer to him.

His cell beeping Gibbs laid down his book and pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open reading it and frowned. "Damn what happened?" he muttered as he looked from his cell to the hospital bed where Rouge slept and sighed. "Just great." he muttered as he shook his head and replied. "Understood. Keep the package safe. Will see you soon." With that sent he closed his cell and slipped it back into his pocket and picked up his book and resumed reading.

"Then wait till he wakes before paying off the debt. The doctors down here are just in tune with helping, they don't question the moment they see tears. This place has a single motto, 'Save lives.' I would have been surprised to see them do anything less than they have." Adion spoke as he walked over to the wall, giving all four several in-depth look overs as if he was looking for something, but seemed to relax the moment that didn't find.

As Adion started to sit down in the chair opposite Dan, his mind began start firing on all cylinders. He had created the information handling system that they were currently using in case of an emergency that he never expected to happen. However, his paranoia had paid off, now giving him time to think about who could be doing this and why. Someone had ransacked his house, probably the same person that attacked Rouge. They were skilled at leaving no evidence and gathering information, likely extremely well paid. So, whoever sent them must have some serious funding, maybe a crime lord or a well off person. Whoever this person was, they didn't want the most recent case to ever be closed.

Shifting on his side, his hand resuming the soft scratching and caresses to Scar's scruffy neck and shoulder, by passing the wrapped bandages and watched Adion, ignoring the faint outline that surrounded the form to his right and just behind him. He didn't want to deal with the ghosts that followed him where ever he went. Specially in the hospital, for earlier in the day he had been overwhelmed by them. There were so many. To many for him to help.

Sighing he looked down at Scar smiling slightly when he felt his warm breath as he panted softly while recovering. "I will wait to help her and the two that left the operating room later, when I know that Scar will recover fully, but Adion, I can't stay here...I can't. Soon the dead will be swarming this room and they wont leave me alone until I break and help them. I can't tell them that I can't cause I don't have anything of theirs to figure out what happened to them, why they died or how." he stated as he looked over at his silent companion. 'Gibbs trusts him and I can see why. He cares....a great deal.'

"I know Gibbs didn't tell you anything about me Adion, and I'm glad he didn't, but you have only seen bits and pieces since we meet. The longer I stay here the more the dead with be drawn here and that will catch the attention of the Phyzik's. Than hell will be brought down on this hospital and the innocent lives with in its walls."