A/N: Spoiler for "Bury Your Dead"
I've downed six Caf Pow's in the last 30 minutes, worriedly twisting my foot against the concrete slab of a floor. The high-pitched beeping shocks me out of my half-coma and I'm goo scared to look. So I squeeze my eyes shut, and clamp my hands over my eyes, only to peek through the spaces between my fingers.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and I can't get to the phone faster. I press the "Autopsy" button, but hang up the phone and make a mad dash for the stairs. Nearly running Gibbs over.
He grabs me by the shoulders and looks me in the eye. I guess I start talking faster than he can understand, so I start over, as slow as I can possibly manage, but I'm still jumping up and down in his grip. "Gibbs, the body's not Tony's. The samples don't match! They don't match!"
I wiggle out of his arms and head for the bullpen. I can't help but giggle after seeing the confused look on Gibbs' face. I don't think he's ever seen me so excited to not get a match.
Knowing him, he'll have Mcgee read the stats to him. Then he'll understand.
I slam the palm of my hand into the elevator button five times and deem the elevator too slow. So I run back to the stairs, jump down them, two at a time, and race into the Autopsy room. "Duckey!" I call out, causing poor Duckey to jump slightly. "Guess what, guess what?" I practicly scream over the ring of the elevator bell.
"The body's not Tony's." Gibbs calls out from the entrance.
"Gibbs! When I'm this excited, you have to let me give the big news." I playfully scold, recieving almost jelous glares from Mcgee and Ziva. I get a half smile from Gibbs and a kiss on the head before Duckey continues.
"There is minimal scarring on the rib cage, so this man, could have never suffered from numonic plague. Which we all remember," Duckey looked at Ziva. "Before my time," she says, less of a question than a statment.
I give Duckey a hug that he half-returns due to his blood and ash stained gloves. And I can't help but shout one last time, (one last time before everyone sets out to find our missing, not dead, buddy.) I throw my hands up in the air, "It's not Tony!"