Chapter 1

"I've never seen a sample that big." Abby quipped.

Tony had to smile, shaking his head a little at her comment.

"You and your excitement. You are the only person I know that gets excited when you get blood and tissue."

She nodded, smirking at him. "I can't help it, Tony. I'm just that type of person."

"What have ya got for me, Abs?"

Gibbs' question broke the vibe, causing Tony to stand, moving away from Abby. Looking back at his boss, he smiled just a little.

"Nothing on the blood yet, because I just got it. However, I did get a hit in AFIS from the fingerprints."

"And?"

"Our victim, had a record. And a military career."

Tony nodded, looking to the screen. "He was a gunny. Clean record, after enlistment. A few small fights before hand. That's where the record comes from."

"So, why would someone want to kill him?" McGee's voice, came from behind. Turning to face him, Gibbs shrugged.

"That's what you're going to find out."

Watching as he left, Tony let out a breath, smirking a little.

"I have a really funny feeling about this..."

Tony was surprised by Ziva's comment. Usually he was the one holding back, and here she was, saying she was uneasy.

"It's just a house, Ziva."

She turned to face him, shrugging, before heading up with Gibbs.

"Tony, you and McGee, back. Ziva, with me."

Nodding, he and McGee, headed to the back of the house. Nodding, they headed in, finding themselves face to face with Gibbs.

"Clear."

Taking a look around, Tony sighed, seeing the mess they would have to sift though. Moving to the living room, he glanced around, seeing mail and books, scattered everywhere.

"Maybe the mailman did it..."

Seeing the look on Gibbs' face, he shut up, and turned his attention back to the room he was searching.

He was sitting at his desk. Well, more like dozing at his desk. It was late, and they were no closer to finding their killer then they were eight hours ago. But, they were still waiting on results from Abby. Maybe she would have something for them.

"DINOZZO!"

Gibbs' voice broke him from his slumber and he sighed, falling out of his chair. Peeking up, he found that him and Gibbs were the only two in the bullpen.

"Sorry boss. I... I will get back to work."

"Abby got something. Come on."

Tony followed him to the lab, looking up at the pictures on the screen. Focusing for a moment, he turned to Abby.

"Our killer?"

She nodded, smiling at him. "DNA under the fingernails is a match."

Turning back to the screen, he smiled even more.

"I told you the mailman did it." responded Tony