"Grab your gear." Gibbs said. He snatched his cup of precise coffee and headed towards the elevators knowing his team would follow. For this case they were going to the coast. A dead marine had been found. That's all he knew. In the garage he head toward is car and got in. he turned the car on and got ready to hear the complainants about how he was driving.
He sped down the road, cutting a normally thirty minute drive down to twenty. At the site he circled the body writing notes down and quizzing his team. Gravel crunched under is feet as he asked Ducky, "time of death?"
"About 6 hours ago. It's so unfortunate when someone dies. especially a man in is prime such as this young man." he said. Gibbs tuned him out as he looked around him, surveying the area. They were on a rocky beach that was hidden by cliffs. The pearly dawn light was barley enough to light the area. The sea crashed on to the shore creating a noise so loud it was a wonder he could even hear Ducky. The area was nice and secluded. Almost the spot you would chose for a perfect murder. To bad there was no such thing as a perfect murder.
He looked down at the man sprawled before him. It was obvious how he was killed. A single gun shot to the back of the head execution style. But then again it wouldn't be the first time that some had killed the person one way then covered it up with another.
There was only a small pool of semi dried blood around the head. The marine was dressed in civilian clothes. His dog tags well around his neck and outside of his shirt. Gibbs shook his head slightly. It never made sense to him why anyone would want to kill a marine. Then again it took all kinds and it wasn't like he was perfect.
It would have been around midnight when the victim was killed. For whatever reason he had been on the beach late at night with another person or persons. Maybe it had been a lovers spat. He could understand that easy enough. Or maybe an illegal transaction. It was his job to find out and by god he was going to know.
Tony rocked back on to his heels as he snapped a quick photo. Turning his head slightly he noticed his boss just standing doing what ever he did. Tony wouldn't want to be inside his head for sure. It must be a dark and scary place that nothing could survive.
He turned back to the job at hand. It was always sad when someone died but he had learned to train himself how to shut down every emotion except humor. It was ironic really. You would think he would know how to do that already considering who his parents were but for some reason he had struggled with applying that skill to his work.
He continued to take photos of the gruesome crime scene. As the camera clicked he said, "Looks like a professional hit."
"There does not look to be signs of a struggle." Ziva said.
"The victim must have known his attacker." McGee said.
Tony smiled a little inside as they fell into the familiar rhythm of working a crime scene.
Ziva was examining the area around the body. There were no unusual patterns to the rocks and no blood that Ziva could see. In fact the only unusual thing about this beach was the body.
A small glare off of something on the ground caught her attention. Bending down she grabbed at the camera that hung around her neck. Squatting to get closer to the object she began to take pictures from all angles of the tiny item.
Carefully Ziva picked up the small object with her gloved hands. It was a diamond ring. Or at least Ziva thought it was a diamond. Who would buy a fake that was that small?* She could barely see the diamond.
"I found something." She called out to the others. Holding up the ring she showed it to the others.
"Wondered if he proposed or she did?" McGee said.
"I'm guessing from the body she did and it didn't go so well," Tony said. "Reminds me of this movie, Scream, or at least the end of it when the heroine kills the killer otherwise know as her boyfriend. That's actually the only way this case and that movie are connected. Bad example."
"Something always reminds you of a movie." McGee said. It could get real annoying when Tony went on and on about some movie that none of then had seen.
"Something would always remind you of movie too if you stopped playing your video games and watched a movie once in a while." Tony commented.
McGee sighed. There was no winning when it came to DiNozzo. "Aren't you suppose to be taking pictures?" McGee said.
"Aren't you suppose to be taking measurements?" Tony countered.
"Both of you should be working." Ziva said.
McGee paced the area from the water's edge to the cliff wall. He jotted down the measurement and the time. Then he started to search the area, combining his efforts with Ziva's. "This place it has nothing." McGee said. "There's not even any litter. If he was killed here or anywhere else then the killer really cleaned up well."
"Let us just hope his is not a serial killer." Ziva said.
"Really looking on the bright side, aren't you?" Tony commented.
McGee left the two to their banter. He walked slowly to the water's edge. For some reason his eye was drawn downwards. He almost missed it. It was a small pin. Before he picked it up he took a half a dozen pictures. When the pin was in his hand he looked it over. The front had some weird design on it. It looked Celtic. "Hey boss, I found something!" McGee yelled.
Don't yell at me because there were no Gallagher girls in this chapter. I promise as soon as I can work them in they'll be there. Also the connection between GG and NCIS is really simple. Its all in the initials H.M. please, please, please guess what they stand for in the review that you are obviously going to leave anyway ;) also please name where the diamond joke(look for the *) is from.
By the way the pin is important. If want to see a picture of it look at my profile picture.