DISCLAIMER: Neither I nor my co writer own NCIS, unfortunately

Abigail Scuito walked into her lab and turned on her stereo, setting down her Caf Pow! and her doughnut. The phone rang and she picked it up. "Hey, Gibbs. What's up?" She listened for a moment, then smiled. "Ok."
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed McGee. "Timmy! Gibbs wants to know why your ass isn't at the crime scene."

McGee cursed softly, "Aw man. Thanks Abbs. I'm pulling up now. Are we still on for tonight?"

"Of course, Timmy. Now get your cute little butt over there before Gibbs sics Tony on you." Abby said, smiling.

Giselle Faraj, a middle eastern beauty just as deadly as Ziva David, walked toward the body. A Marine. He'd had his throat cut. His arms were spread out so he looked like a T. Giselle knelt down to take a picture but stopped. "Tony! Come here!" Giselle was beautiful indeed. She had dark brown hair in waves that hung to her midback when it wasn't in a bun like right now. Her eyes were a hazel that was more green than brown. Her skin was caramel colored and her body was curvy yet athletic.

Tony looked up. "Here, Boss!" he called, running up to the silver haired man.

Gibbs looked at Tony, "DiNozzo, I didn't call you. Faraj did. I know you can tell my voice from hers. Can't ya?"

Giselle facepalmed. Tony was an idiot. "Tony!"

Tony ran over to Giselle. "I know that Boss!" he called, then looked at Giselle. "What?"

Giselle looked up at him, "I know him." She said. "And this is a religious killing. His fingers are nailed to the ground and he is spread out like a cross." She took another photo, "But I do know him. . . I saw him last night."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Heh heh. Really? Had a late night?"

Giselle looked at Tony, "Yes. I was at the same party as he was. It was his birthday yesterday. . . We were celebrating at a bar with a few friends. Shasta took me. He was Shasta's friend. This is going to kill him. ."

Shasta Ari. An Israeli Marine that been seeing Giselle for a while now. He was an honest man with a perfect service record. He'd fought in Iraq for four years before being honorably discharged for saving two other Marines from a car bombing.

Tim ran up, "Sorry I'm late boss."

Tim looked at Gibbs, "Boss, I stopped to get us coffee and the line was long and-" Gibbs gave him 'The Look' and Tim shut up. "Right boss. No excuse." He walked away quickly.

Tony frowned and turned to McGee. "Probie! You're late. Late night with our favorite bat girl?"

"I don't think that's any of your business, Tony," Tim said. "But if you must know, no. I was programming my new computer."

"He is lying," Giselle said as she took another picture.

"Are you sure you're not related to Ziva David?" Tim looked at her.

"Ziva and I were friends, McGee. We had slumber parties and we shared toys. But we aren't related. I received the same training as she," Giselle replied standing up.

Tony laughed. "Ha, ha! Nice job, Probie! Hope you were careful, we don't want any MiniGees running around."

Giselle looked at McGee, "Do not be ashamed, McGee. It is natural to make love. Just as it is natural to breathe. And you care very much for Abby. That makes it better."

"Really, Giselle?" McGee smiled a bit.

"Of coarse. You are like me in that sense. I make love only to the men I am in love with. And you doing the same proves you are a good man to have," Giselle smiled at him and walked away.

Tony stared at McGee. "I just can't see you having sex with Abbs. She seems too wild for you."

"You'd be surprised," Tim said.

Gibbs looked out at the road, watching for the medical van.

Ducky rode up, "Hello Jethro. Forgive my tardiness. Mr. Palmer was surprisingly late this morning."

Palmer stumbled over, lugging the medical bag. "Sorry, sorry, I overslept, and-" he broke off at a look from Gibbs, who then turned to Ducky. "Time of death, Duck?"

Ducky looked at Gibbs, "The corpse's or Palmer's manhood's?"

Palmer turned red, and Gibbs rolled his blue eyes. "The corpse."

"I won't know that until I examine the body, Jethro," Ducky walked over to him, using a thermometer to tell his body temperature,". . . I'd say about 4 this morning. Poor fellow."

Palmer came up with the gurney and helped Ducky lift the body up on it. Gibbs went over to Giselle. "What you got?"

Giselle looked at Gibbs, "His name is Andrew MacFarlane. He was honorably discharged a year ago from the Marines. Served in Iraq for two years. He's twenty six years old and he was born in Salem Massachusetts. His throat has been cut from left to right and he was nailed to the ground after being placed out like a cross."

Tim blinked, "How did you know all that Giselle?"

"As I just finished telling Tony. . . I know Andrew. I was with him and some friends last night at a bar. It was birthday," Giselle looked back at Andrew.

Tim looked at Tony, "I don't think I've seen Giselle so sad."

Tony nodded.

Abby dialed in McGee's number. "Timmy. What's the case?"

"One of Giselle's friends got his throat slit and his hands and feet nailed to the ground," Tim replied.

Abby put a hand to her black lips and gasped. "oh my god! Is she okay?"

"She's not crying or anything but something about her. . . It's just incredibly sad."

Abby sighed. "Well, did you get any evidence? I wanna catch the asshat that did this."

Tim nodded, "We got a hammer, the nails from the body, and the dagger."

Abby nodded. 'Okay. Come back safe, Tim, okay?"

"On my way right now, Abbs," Tim hung up with a smile.

Abby smiled at her phone. "Love you, Timmy."

Giselle got into Tony's car with him.

Tony looked over at her. 'You ok?"

Giselle rubbed her temples, "I don't know, Tony. . . I really don't."

"Well...do..do you want a hug?" Tony asked.

Giselle chuckled a bit, "Thank you Tony." She hugged him.

Tony hugged her back, and slipped his hand down to her lower back, smirking slightly.

Giselle let it go. Tony was trying.

Tony let go of her and drove them back to headquarters.

Please, please please reveiw. It means a lot. No flames, though, please........I'm sensitive.