"No, Tony, I am never watching a movie with you again!" Ziva exclaimed as she sat at her desk, waving her arms.
"Come on, Zee, it wasn't that bad."
"Not that bad? Are you jacking me?"
Tony's eyebrows furrowed, "You either mean joshing or joking… and, no, I'm not."
"What'd he make you watch?" Tim asked, getting tired of hearing the banter and not knowing what it was about.
"Something about a grape."
Tony sighed, "It was 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape?' and it's a great movie."
"Yeah, that one is pretty good," Tim agreed, "Why didn't you like it?"
"I never said I did not like the movie. It was Tony's behavior that was so disturbing."
"I was a gentleman!"
"You stopped the movie five times to go to the bathroom-"
"I had drank a lot of tea earlier."
"You spilled orange soda on my shirt-"
"I offered to wash it but you wouldn't take it off."
"I fell asleep and you drew on my face!"
Tony couldn't help but laugh at the memory of that. He turned to Tim, "I told her I used a permanent marker and she believed me for like an hour."
"Wow, Tony, you've really matured," Tim replied, "You've gone from acting like a ten year old to acting like a twelve year old. Congratulations."
Tony glared at him, then got up and walked over to Ziva's desk.
They continued bickering as Abby exited the elevator and headed to Tim's desk. She put her hands on her hips and glared down at him.
"Hey, Abbs," He began, "What's up?"
"Where. were. you?"
"What are you- Oh! Last night!"
She nodded, "Yes, last night. You were supposed to come over."
"Crap! I can't believe I forgot. I'm so sorry, Abby."
"I tried calling you, but you never answered either phone."
"My house phone never rang, and there aren't any messages on my cell."
"Well, it should have, and there should be."
"Listen, Abbs, I am really sorry. I was so tired after work that I completely forgot I was supposed to come over. I went straight home, got a shower, and went to bed."
Abby sighed. Although she was annoyed, she understood. They had had a really long, tiring day, but they did solve their latest case. Now, they just had to wait for another.
Just then, Gibbs walked out of Vance's office, down the stairs, and into the bullpen, "Grab your gear, we got a case. Abby, why are you up here?"
"I was harassing McGee."
"Of course you were." He grabbed his stuff out of his drawer then headed for the elevator, the rest of the team, besides Abby, following behind.
"Be safe my little heartbeats!" She called out to them as they got on the elevator and left.
"What's the case, Boss?" Tim asked as they headed to the car.
"Nineteen year old, Alli Fisher. Her dad is Commander Caleb Fisher. She was found stuffed behind a dumpster, underneath a pile of garbage bags, in an alley off of Weatherford Road."
"Weatherford?" Tim repeated, "That's less than two miles from my apartment."
They reached the car and got inside, Gibbs and Ziva in the front, Tim and Tony in the back.
"That's creepy, McGoo," Tony replied, "I remember when I was a kid, this man was murdered about a mile or so from where I lived. I'd ride my bike to the crime scene everyday, hoping to become part of the investigation."
"You wanted to be a suspect?" Ziva asked.
"No. I wanted them to let me investigate."
Ziva laughed, "So what, you'd be the Doogie Bowser of criminal investigators?"
"Howser," Both Tony and Tim corrected at the same time.
When they arrived at the scene, they all got out of the car.
"Ziva, take a statement from the man that found her. He should be waiting with those officers right there," Gibbs said, pointing to the officers off to the right of them.
"Yes, Gibbs," Ziva replied then made her way over to them.
"Tony, photos. McGee, bag and tag."
"Right away, Boss."
"On it, Boss."
Tony and Tim headed over to the body, while Gibbs walked around, getting a layout of the area.
When Tim and Tony reached the body, neither of them could hardly handle the sight in front of them.
A young girl, who didn't look a day over sixteen, laying naked behind a dumpster. The bags of garbage that had been covering her was now on either side of her. It was obvious that the man who had found her had pushed the bags aside to try and help her.
"These are the times when this job sucks," Tony said.
"Yeah, it is," Tim agreed.
Tony took a deep breath and shook his head, then began taking photos. Tim would go in behind him and pick up anything lying around the girl.
"Hey Boss?"
Gibbs walked over to them, "Yeah, McGee?"
"How did someone know this was Commander Fisher's daughter?"
"First responders saw the dog tags around her neck. They're her dad's. They called in and found out she was reported missing late last night. Description matched, so they called us."
"Sorry I am late," Ducky said as he and Jimmy walked towards the others, "Mr. Palmer seems to think that left means right."
"I swear that thing said "turn right"."
"Dr. Fitz."
"What?"
"Dr. Fitz is an ears, nose and throat doctor, but he specializes in hearing problems."
"I don't have hearing problems, Dr. Mallard."
"Mhm."
"Time of death, Duck?" Gibbs asked, getting tired of listening to Ducky and Jimmy arguing.
"Jethro, I haven't even seen the body yet."
Gibbs stared at him, "I know."
"Right," Ducky replied, getting the hint.
He walked up closer so he could see behind the dumpster, "Oh dear," He said, looking at the body, "How young is she?"
"Nineteen," Gibbs replied.
Ducky shook his head, "Come along, Mr. Palmer, let's get to work."
Ducky and Jimmy walked over to the body and knelt down beside her, "I take it no one touched the body?" Ducky asked, knowing everyone knew that was his pet peeve.
"Nope," Tony replied, "Not I."
"Me either, Ducky," Tim added.
"Besides the man who found her, no one touched her, Duck. First responders only touched the dog tag, and they had gloves."
"Good."
Jimmy had already gotten to work on the liver probe. He looked at the temperature, "She's been dead roughly seven to eight hours."
"That would make time of death," Ducky looked at his watch, "Between 11pm and 12am."
Gibbs nodded once, "Thanks, Duck."
"You're quite welcome, Jethro."
Gibbs began to walk away and Jimmy looked over at Ducky, "Do you think I'll ever get a 'thank you' from him?"
"Probably," Ducky replied, "If you ever make it to a crime scene on time."
Okay, I know this first chapter wasn't that interesting, but it is important, I promise.
As far as updates go, this week I am very busy with graduation stuff going on but, after that, updates should become regular.
I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter (even though it didn't seem like much... it will) and I hope you all continue to read. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks :)