Title- The Club Killer

Work In Progress

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 1/?

Date- 2/20/11

Rating – M

Pairings/Characters- Gabby, Tiva, Abby/Tony friendship

Warnings- mature themes, polyamory/swinging, BDSM, public sex, language, after effects of rape, f/f slash

Spoilers- through Season Seven, Truth or Consequences, then off to AU land

Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…

Author's Note:

This has been sitting on my flashdrive for months—unfinished, but steadily worked on. So I think posting might kick my ass into actually finishing it, or at least working on it more regularly. I hate to put out another unfinished story, but I am being up front about its status from the get go for those of you who hate to get caught up in a story and then be disappointed because its not complete. (I've been there, done that, too, as a reader, and I know the frustration.)

Prologue Coincidences Do Not Exist

"This is like the set up for a bad joke," Tony muttered staring at the plasma screen, mouse in hand. "A sailor, a Marine, and a sailor's ex-wife walk into a bar…" Even at his low volume, the Gibbs slap was not unexpected.

"There has to be something to tie these three together, dammit." Gibbs leaned against his desk, sipping slowly at the hot coffee cup in his hand. "Why is someone slicing the throats of these people and dumping their bodies?"

"We have no site of death or disposal; no consistent weapon for the beating each took before death, simply what came to hand; no shared acquaintances or service history. Other than the final, fatal injury, we cannot even tie these together forensically yet." Ziva thumbed through the green folder again. "They do not even bank or food shop at a common store!"

"There are no coincidences, Ziva. Look at other open homicides where the bodies were dumped and discovered later. Check the LEOs and FBI, cold cases, too. Maybe our killer isn't just into military corpses. McGee—get further into their financials and such. There has to be a link we haven't found yet. Tony, check in with Abs again, see if she came up with anything." Gibbs stood up, heading for the elevator. "I'm going to go talk to Duck and see if he can figure anything else out we should be looking for."

It was like dozens of other cases they had solved before—picking at scattered straws until it fell into a recognizable haystack, then managing to find the needle in it.