"Is she coming, Probie?" DiNozzo asked McGee who was standing above him scratching his head.
"I guess, I mean I called her half an hour ago." The younger agent replied squatting next to th senior field agent to dust the handle of the steak knife for prints.
A navy lieutenant and his wife had been identically stabbed in the chest with steak knives in their driveway earlier that morning. A neighbour walking his dog had found them.
"Killer wasn't wearing gloves." McGee state triumphantly. His minor celebration was cut short by the roar of an engine.
Kitty McKinnon pulled up to the house on a monster Ducati 848, her 16th birthday present from her parents.
She turned her vehicle off, removed her helmet and ducked under the crime scene tape.
Ducky shook his head and stood from the lieutenant's body to address Jethro.
McGee stood from the wife's body to examine the steak knife in the lieutenant's chest.
Kitty put on a pair of gloves and crouched by the wife's body.
"They both died from a stab wound to the heart with identical knives, Jethro…" Ducky was telling Gibbs.
"You done with the wife here, Duck?" Kitty interrupted.
"Oh, yes of course." He said and went back to briefing Gibbs.
Tony watched as Kitty reached up to the wife's face and closed her staring eyes.
"Boss," Ziva began, "the neighbour said that Lieutenant McKinnon and his wife had a daughter living with them and a son in Seattle. The daughter has been away from home frequently for several weeks, we should try to track her down."
"She already knows, Ziva." Kitty looked up at the conversing trio, which fell silent quickly in harsh realization.