Disclaimer:i do not own NCIS
A/N: my first NCIS fic...please be nice
It had been unusually quiet today in the bullpen. Tony was snoozing at his desk, his head on his arms, mouth slightly open with a bit of drool dampening his shirt sleeve. McGee was writing down random thoughts that came to him. Why, you may ask? He figured that maybe he could use these thoughts in future books. Ziva…well she was messing with a paperclip.
"Grab your gear. We have a dead naval officer at the Fairmont Hotel." Gibbs said to the team. Ziva and McGee grabbed their stuff and were halfway to the elevator. Once Gibbs realized one of their team was missing, he doubled back.
"DiNozzo!" he yelled at Tony, while delivering him a head slap. Jolting awake at the contact, Tony wiped the drool from his mouth and was just barely able to grab his jacket and cap before Gibbs dragged him to the elevator. Leaving NCIS the team drove off to the hotel.
Upon entering room 212, they saw Ducky. "Ah Jethro, how is the team doing this fine day?"
"Better than him," Gibbs replied, referring to the dead body.
"Yes, indeed. Well the time of death appears to be 48 hours ago. Also it would seem our young man was married," Ducky told Gibbs, showing him the gold wedding band. Then McGee came in while Tony and Ziva were dealing with the crime scene.
"Boss, I just talked to the front desk and they reported two people being checked into this room."
"Hey ya think the other person killed this guy?" asked Tony.
McGee just shrugged. Then Tony got a look on his face and moved towards the closet. Opening the door, he called Gibbs over. As they looked in the closet McGee came over and looked in the closet as well before saying, "Who's the girl?"