A/N. Hey guys! Here's the sequel to Drive By; as promised. Hope it was worth the wait.
P.S. Sorry for the crappy title; I couldn't think of anything better.
Tony rubbed hands over his tired face. His first day off in months, and he gets called in for a homicide. There's no reason he has to do it; except that the dead guy is a naval officer and he picked the short straw. Tony's been on the Captain's bad side for a while now, and nobody likes dealing with navy cops. More than any other organization, NCIS will make your life hell for as long as the investigation lasts. At least, that's what Tony's heard. He'd never had the pleasure himself, but the dead Petty Officer in an alley off the harbour was about to change all that.
Getting out of the car, Tony took a look around. The agents weren't there yet and the scene was untouched save for the crime scene tape. Walking over to the Officer on Scene, Tony tried his best to smile.
"I got this, why don't you go grab a cup of coffee? It's cold out." The officer; clearly a rookie, smiled gratefully and scurried off towards his car. Taking a deep breath, Tony looked over to the dead man on the ground.
"Not that the cold will bother you," He mused; rubbing his hands together to generate heat. After a while it seemed like nobody was coming, so Tony carefully stepped under the crime tape. He was a seasoned investigator; he knew how to handle a crime scene. Besides, he reasoned to himself, moving was likely to keep him warmer. What would NCIS do; arrest him? Crouching next to the body, Tony took a cursory glance over his condition. There were no outward signs of a struggle. His clothes weren't torn and the only wound Tony could see was the single gun shot to the chest. Tony noted a smear of lipstick on the Petty Officer's mouth. With an idea of what happened formulating in his mind, Tony stood to survey the rest of the scene. He saw no bullet holes in the surrounding walls; suggesting the slug was still lodged in the Marine's chest. It also made Tony think there had only been one shot fired. Crossing back to the body, Tony took in the sight of the bullet wound. No gunpowder was present at the entrance hole. Long range? Tony shook his head; he wasn't a ballistics expert. He'd just have to wait until NCIS showed up. Stepping carefully, Tony walked behind the body; turning to survey the alley from a different angle. It was then that he saw the rookie cop coming back; a scared look on his face. Ducking under the tape, Tony met him half way.
"Detective DiNozzo," The guy mumbled. "The feds are here." Tony nodded, not letting on the apprehension the he felt. The rookie turned towards the NCIS van that had just pulled up with a black SUV behind it; indicating to the man now walking towards them. He had his head down and a cap on.
"Detective, this is the Special Agent in charge of the investigation." The man looked up, and Tony's heart stopped for a second.
"Detective DiNozzo, meet Special Agent Gibbs."