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Gibbs sighed as he turned onto his street. Today was one of the longest days they had in years. The team had no cases, so instead, they filed old cases. Gibbs lowered his brow as his gut churned inside his stomach. "Something isn't right," he mumbled. His heart began to beat faster, and he reached towards his glove box and opened it. He pulled out his .9-millimeter pistol.

BANG!

Gibbs instantly stopped the car and got out of it. He turned off his safety and another gunshot filled the air. He began to run towards the sound which was inside a small one-story. Gibbs ran up the steps and stood in front of the door. A scream filled the air and Gibbs kicked down the door. Gibbs pulled up his gun and began to search the house. "Hello?"

A faint scream came from the back of the house. Gibbs began to make his way down the hall and spotted a door slightly open. The muffled scream became louder and Gibbs began to walk faster. He kicked the door open more and looked around. Gibbs's eyes widened as he spotted a teenage girl tied up to a chair, blood dripping down her face, and tears fell down her bloodied face. She screamed again but a rag wrapped around her mouth muffled her screams. In front of her laid a dead man wearing a lieutenant uniform. Just when I thought I would have no cases today.

….

"What is it, boss? I was just about to head home when you called." Agent Torres stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened, "Woah."

"This is crazy," McGee said as he blinked several times.

"Is Ducky and Palmer coming?" Gibbs scowled.

"They are walking in right now," Bishop softly smiled.

"Ah… I haven't seen anything like this since the time I was in-"

"Ducky, not now," Gibbs growled. "I need you to treat this patient, while Palmer works with the lieutenant."

The teenage girl let the tears fall down her face as Ducky sat in front of her. "May I ask what your name is?"

"Marine. Marine Balker."

Bishop raised her eyebrows, "Marine?"

Marine nodded and looked down at her hands, "My father is… was… in the Marine Corps. My mom wanted to name me after her hero. So, they named me after my dad's job."

"I think it is a beautiful name," Ducky smiled.

"Thank you," Marine said weakly.

"How old are you?" Gibbs asked.

"14… almost 15…" she whimpered. Ducky grabbed a small rag and began to clean the blood from her face.

Torres squatted down next to Palmer, "Looks like he had a tough fight."

"He was tied up like me," Marine cried. "They beat him and beat him and beat him. He wouldn't tell them anything. So they… they…"

Gibbs placed his hand on her shoulder, "You don't need to tell us anything right now."

Ducky set the rag down next to him, "Yes, and once I clean you up. We will take you to our headquarters."

Marine nodded as she cried, "I wa..nt to help you…"

Gibbs smiled, "And we want to help you."

Palmer sighed, "Looks like he got shot twice. Once in the shoulder and-"

"Once through the chest. Piercing his heart," Marine sobbed.

Palmer looked up from the corpse, "How… how did you…"

Gibbs looked at Palmer, "Her dad."

Ducky pushed a strand of Marine's hair out of her face, "My… you are beautiful, my dear."

Gibbs got up from the ground, "Torres help Palmer get the bo… her father into the truck."

"Let's go, my dear," Ducky got up from his seat. "Jethro will take you in his car. That way you feel… better."

"Thank you, Ducky," Marine softly smiled. Ducky tilt his hat down and walked out of the room with McGee and Bishop following close behind.

"Your name is Jethro?" She asked.

Gibbs laughed, "Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Is something wrong with it?"

Marine gave him an assuring smile, "No… no. I like it."

Gibbs grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet, "Good. Now, let's go find your father's killer

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