Tony, McGee and Ziva were in the bullpen. Like every morning when they didn't have a case, they where checking there email.
Spam. Reports. Company email. Spam.

As the elevator doors dinged, Gibbs walks into the bullpen with his ever existing coffee. "Grab your gear. We got a dead petty officer in Baltimore."

It started off like any other morning, like any other crime scene. Ziva taking photos. McGee bagging and tagging, and Tony talked to the witness."Whadya got Duck?" Gibbs asked joining Ducky and Palmer next to the victim.

"Three nine millimeter bullet wounds. One hitting his shoulder, and the other two in his chest. Time of death around 8:45 this morning."
"Only 3 shots hit him? Witness heard 6 shots in total..."

"Maybe he was just a bad shot, angle of the shots would have caused a lot of blood splatter. See, if I where to kill anyone..." Rambled Palmer.
"N-not that I would k-kill anyone ofcource" he stuttered as Gibbs glared at him.

Meanwhile, Ziva was taking photos when she saw a bloody footprint trail leading to some bushes. As she followed the trail she started getting an uneasy feeling, but ignored it as she got closer.

As she pulled away some branches she was startled to see a gun barrel pointed towards her. On the other side of the gun was a young man, most likely early twenties. Covered in blood and hands shaking. Before she could react, he fired at her.

One. Two. Three shoots were fired. Zivas vision became blurry and she fell to the ground.

The last thing she heard was Tony's panicked voice shouting her name, and 3 shoots being fired at the man who shot her.