So, this is my very first story. I hope you like it and give me some feedback.
If you don´t like it, that´s ok. I will try to improve.
It will be a TIVA story, although there is not that much TIVA in this first part.
I will try to post regularly, but I cannot promise it.
Disclaimer: I don´t own any of the NCIS characters
A woman was running through the woods at a high speed. She jumped over a tree, which was lying on the ground. Her speed didn't decrease until she almost fell over something. She stumbled and walked back.
There was something on the ground she couldn't identify. When she came closer she noticed that it was not a tree branch but a limb. She was surprised and bend down to take a look at it. It was definitely a human.
"Hello? Are you ok?" she asked, but received no answer. She slowly shoved the leaves and branches away. It was a man. His eyes were wide open as well as his mouth.
The woman almost jumped at that sight, but she didn't until she noticed the bullet holes in his chest. "Aaaahhhh!" she screamed and jumped back.
The elevator dinged. It was 6:59 a.m. Tony DiNozzo walked out of the elevator into the bullpen while singing a Sinatra song. His mood had been as good for the whole week.
"Good morning, Zee-vah! How are you today?" Ziva only looked at him, without answering. Finally after a couple minutes she said "Wow, Tony, for the first time this year you are on time." Tony smiled, sat down and answered quickly. "That is called a New Year's resolution, Zee-vah." She looked at him confused.
"What is a New Year's revolution?" "Resolution, it's called a New Year's resolution. Well, you know, something you didn't do yet because it's too hard to do, but you want to do it." "I always do what I want to do." "Well, yeah, Zee-vah, good for you!" Tony looked around and then turned to McGee. "What about you, probie? You got some New Year's resolutions?" McGee looked up from his computer.
"Yes, but I don´t want to tell you!" "Come on, probie. You might need some motivation!" McGee looked at Tony who stood up and walked over to him and then said "No, Tony. I am perfectly fine. And if I did needed motivation you wouldn´t be my first choice."
Ziva still looked confused. "Why would you need motivation to do something you do not want to do? Just let it stay!" Tony turned around and slowly walked towards Ziva's desk. "Well, first of all, it´s let it be, not stay. And second, that´s not the point of New Year's resolutions. Look if Gibbs wanted to drink less coffee and had a New Year´s resolution, the he probably wanted us to motivate him to stand through the time and…" He was interrupted by Gibbs.
"Grab your gear!" Gibbs shouted, walking into the bullpen with an even larger cup of coffee.
Tony immediately jumped to his desk and started to pack his bag. As did Ziva and McGee and they walked into the elevator. "Oh, and DiNozzo, I already tried decaf, but I probably needed some motivation from you."
They arrived at the crime scene. Gibbs ducked under the tape and showed his ID to the Metro P.D. officer, who had called NCIS. "Special Agent Gibbs, what do we have here?"
"Lieutenant James. The witness who found him was jogging down here. She stumbled over a body. At first she thought he was sleeping until she removed the branches and saw the bullet hole in his chest. We identified him as Petty Officer Timothy Scott and that´s why I called you."
"Ok, thank you Lieutenant. DiNozzo, bag and tag. Ziva, shoot and sketch. McGee, talk to the witness!" Gibbs turned when he heard a loud engine sound behind him.
A truck pulled up, the doors opened and Ducky stepped out of the truck. "I cannot believe that you got us lost again, Mr Palmer." "Well, Dr. Mallard you told me to take turn to the right." Palmer protested. "That is correct. But I meant the right right, not the other one!" Ducky walked to Gibbs, who greeted him. "Hey Duck. The PO is over there. He was covered by a couple of branches."
Ducky moved closer. "Oh my dear, I guess you didn´t come here to sleep," he mumbled and started to measure the body temperature. "Ducky, what can you tell me? Time of death?" Gibbs asked impatiently. "Oh Jethro, I am not God. I just arrived."
At the same time Ziva and Tony were nearby, bagging and tagging the evidence. "That´s why I would never run in the woods. You never know what you are gonna get." Tony said with his movie reference voice. "Is that from one of your stupid movies?"
"Oh yes, but it´s not stupid. Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump. Very good movie. He got the Academy Award for his role as the mentally retarded guy that saves all these guys in the war. We should watch it some time."
Tony was quiet for a minute and the continued to talk about his aversion to the woods.
Ziva answered without looking at him. "I do not find it that scaring." Tony stopped his work and turned towards Ziva. "Well, I always knew that you liked challenges, Zee-vah."
He slowly moved closer to her. "You are right, Tony." Ziva answered joining him in the little game they had played for years. She was looking at Tony who was standing immediately next to her. Tony moved closer but he stopped when he felt a pain on the back of his head.
"When you two are done playing grab-ass, continue to process the crime scene." Gibbs barked at them and they immediately jumped back. "Yes, boss." Tony answered and continued bagging and tagging.
By lunch the team was back in the office. Tony and Ziva started the background search on the dead Petty Officer and McGee was sent to help Abby in the Lab.
Ziva was concentrated until she received an IM from Tony.
BigD: Hey Ziva! Whatcha´ doin´ tomorrow night?
NinjaChick: Nothing yet. What do you plan?
BigD: Don´t know. Another movie night. You, me and some classic movies?
NinjaChick: That sounds good. I would love to watch some movies again.
BigD: Ok. 8:30 my place.
NinjaChick: I have got a better idea. 8:30 my place and I will cook something.
BigD: Sure. Y not?
They were interrupted by Gibbs who wanted an update on the case.
"Petty officer Timothy Scott, he is married to Jennifer Scott. She is a dentist in Anacostia. No children. Other relatives are his parents; they live in Carlton, Maryland. And he had a younger sister, who is currently in Europe." Ziva told him. Tony continued. "He was on leave for 2 weeks. Next week he was supposed to deploy on the USS Ronald Reagan ... old memories are coming back."
Gibbs took his coffee and walked towards the elevator to autopsy. "DiNozzo, Ziva. Go and talk to Scott´s wife and CO." Then he disappeared. Tony and Ziva looked at each other and started moving.
Gibbs walked out of the elevator and the doors to autopsy opened. "Hey Duck, Anything you can tell me, yet?" Ducky looked up. "Hello, Jethro, good to see you. Yes indeed I found something. Under his fingernails there was some skin tissue. He probably fought with his killer. I send the sample up to Abby." Gibbs was about to leave when Ducky said. "Wait Jethro. I´ve got something else. The bullet holes were definitely not cause of death. The skin tissue around the wounds shows, that the PO had already been dead before he was shot.
There was also blunt force trauma to his head. Do you see these small spots right there. That is all I could find. But I doubt that it was what killed him either. I drew some blood and gave it to Abby. And I guess she will find something." Ducky turned towards the dead PO and started talking to him, not noticing that Gibbs had left already. "You were not very fortunate. It seems to me that you had some more enemies than you thought. I remember a former colleague, who…"
Abby was jumping up and down in her Lab when Gibbs walked in with a huge Caf-Pow in his hands. "What do have for me, Abs?" Gibbs asked. Abby stopped jumping. "Well, you know you have perfect timing Gibbs. Any second my dinger will ding and I will have something for you. But until then I can tell you what I have found so far. I analysed the DNA Ducky gave me. So that will take some time." Gibbs interrupted her. "How long?"
"Gibbs! I told you once and I will tell you again. You cannot rush science. It will take at least a couple hours. If we are lucky. I tested the PO´s blood and that's where it gets interesting. There was a huge chemical party in his blood. He either had some problems with drugs. And if I say some I mean serious, very serious problems. Not the weekend-fun problem. He must have taken drugs for several months. The other possibility is that he was poisoned. And looking at the concentration, that must have happened over several weeks."
Abby took a deep breath. Gibbs put the Caf-Pow on the table and said "Good job Abs."
He left the Lab and Abby started to jump up and down again.