A/N: Hey guys! soo this is my first fic ever! I hope you don't hate it. Friendly reviews and criticism are welcomed and apreciated. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just playing in the sandbox untill I'm kicked out.
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At the bull pen...
Gibbs watched DiNozzo try to sneak into work with amusment. He came through the stairway (since the elevator was broken) with a cup of coffee in hand. "Man!" Tony exclaimed with an overly exaggerated wheeze. "They really need to fix the elevator! I've had to walk up and down those stairs three times just today and I am already exhausted" he complained. Gibbs raised an eyebrow skepticaly, and took a slow sip of his coffee. Tony paused and started to stutter, "bu...but I mean it's fin...fine. I will walk those stairs a thousand times more if i hav..have to!" He stared at Gibbs with sweat running down the back of his neck. Gibbs continued to stare at DiNozzo untill the phone grabbed his attention.
"Gibbs" he spoke into the device. Tony let out a relived breath that he was holding. He shot a glare at Ziva who failed to hide a chuckle. He was about to give a sharp retort when Gibbs hung up loudly. "Got a case, Ziva call Ducky tell him to meet us." While Gibbs strode towards the door, Tony, Ziva, and McGee scrambled to get their things before the elevator closed.
"What do we got boss?" McGee inquired.
"Dead Navel petty officer, and a note to the NCIS." Gibbs said shortly.
"What did the note say?" Ziva asked.
"Won't know untill we get there. DiNozzo," Gibbs called.
"Yeah boss?" Tony perked up. Gibbs smacked him on the back of his head.
"Don't lie." Was all Gibbs said.
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Winchester Virginia crime scene...
"DiNozzo talk to the first responder, McGee pictures, Ziva talk to the guy who found our petty officer." He strode towards Ducky, who was looking at the body. He crouched down to get a better look. "What do we got Duck?" he asked.
"Jethro, I'm good, but I can't tell you anything within..." he glanced at his watch, "47 seconds of arriving." Gibbs raised his brow in question. "Palmer," Ducky sighed, "got us lost... again. How he gets anywhere is beyond me." Ducky muttered. Palmer, who had walked up hearing the last part, turned a pleasant tomato. Gibbs stood stiffly and started towards McGee when he overheard his second.
"Officer Kent huh? You wouldn't happen to be related to one Clark Kent? Would you?" DiNozzo asked with an innocent look. He flinched when Gibbs called his name with a snap. "Well..." he saluted, "duty calls." He then ran towards where the others were starting to gather.
"I don't know what or why but he is." Tony heard Ziva report to Gibbs.
"Is what?" Tony asked, joining the conversation. Ziva gave him a weird look.
"The man who found the petty officer is lying about something," she fills in, with an almost angry look. "I don't know what about or why but I don't trust him." Gibbs thinks for a moment before he adresses the team.
"Ziva, I want you to dig up everything about the guy. McGee dig into our petty officer's financial records, and see what you can find there. DiNozzo see if you can contact his sargent, and or his family. Hopefully Abby will get a print off the note." Gibbs started towards the truck, but paused as Tony asked what the note said. "Let's play a game," He said as he sat down in the drivers seat.
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Later at the office...
"What do we know?" Gibbs asked as he strode through the bull pen. Tony, Ziva, and McGee all raced to the TV with files in their hands. DiNozzo stepped forward spitting out all he knew.
"Our victim is petty officer Jensen Green. He joined the marines two years ago today. His sargent said the he was about to be shipped out to Iraq three days from now. His record is squeaky clean." Tony hesitated before continuing "Ah… Greens wife died in a hit in run… she and their son were on there way to witness protection program for witnessing an exchange between Mexican drug cartels." He glanced wearily at Gibbs. "The son is currently in a coma due to severe trauma to the head. Weather he lives is unclear." McGee hurriedly stepped forward.
"I couldn't find any discrepancies in his financials. However I was able to find a traffic camera. I couldn't get a clear image, so I sent it to to Abby." Ziva took control of the remote pulling up a picture of the man who who found the body.
"This is Robert Jones, he doesn't have any connections to our officer. However he has filed many complaints on the ncis. The files are currently sealed, but I am working on getting open. It will be a few hours before I can look into it some more."
Gibbs took a minute to process all the information before adressing everyone.
"Tony. McGee, talk to Greens friends find out what they know. Ziva keep working your angle. In fact why don't you bring him in, under the guise of a follow up." After everyone left to their respective duties, Gibbs entered the elevator deep in thought. The elevator doors opened with a cheerful ding as Gibbs stepped out, walking into the autopsy room.
"Ah Jethro right on cue." Ducky snapped his gloves off.
"What do you got Duck?" Gibbs inquired.
"I'm afraid our friend did not have much to tell us. A simple gunshot to the back of the head. I would say the TOD would have been about 9 hours give or take an hour."
"Would Duck?"
"Well his lips and eyelashes has the beginning of frost. It is safe to say that his body has been in a freezer for a time. Therefore he could have died a month ago, or 8 hours ago."
"Thanks Duck," Gibbs sighed. Ducky watched with a concerned gaze as Gibbs left for Abbys lab. Gibbs had no idea what to make this. There were too many unkown factors for his liking. Gibbs made a pit stop for Abbys Caff-Pow before walking into the lab. She turned around to see Gibbs walking through the door, with the usual Caff-Pow in hand.
"Gibbs!" She greeted joyfully. She reached for her Caff-Pow but he pulled away.
"What do you got Abs?" He questioned with a glint in his eye. She huffed and turned to the computer.
"The bullet Ducky gave me came from a HK45. And there was no print on the note. I was able to clean up the image quite a bit, and I'm running it through facial recognition." She turned towards him eagerly. Gibbs looked at the photo, and got a thoughtful look on his face. He handed her the coveted Caff-Pow.
"Good work Abs" he praised. "Don't bother with the facial recognition," he added as he left for the door.
"Of course he alreay knows who it is," she snorted.
Back at the bull pen...
Gibbs approached Ziva, whom just got off the phone. "Any luck?"
"I can't find Robert Jones anywhere!" She seethed. "I just put a bolo out on him. In happier news I will have the files in ten minutes." She stood up stretching, "Tony called, said that the friends were a bust."
"Well do what you can to find Jones. Abby came through with the photo of killer." Gibbs showed the picture to Ziva. "Looks an awful lot like Jones doesn't it." Ziva nodded, then picked up the phone to inform Tony and McGee.
9pm bullpen…
Tony and McGee stepped off the elevator, when Abby rushed towards them. "Have you guys seen Gibbs?" She asked. Tony glanced at McGee and they both shook their heads. "My computer went ding and he didn't show up. But he always shows up because his Gibbs senses tingle. But he didn't show up and…" Tony held up a hand to stop Abbys rant.
"Did you call him?" Tony asked calmly.
"No…" she replied. "But I shouldn't have to!" McGee chuckled and dialed the boss's number. His brows furrowed when it went straight to voicemail.
"Odd…" he mumbled. He looked at Tony, "it went directly to voicemail." Just then Ziva walked over to them.
"Tony ...Is everything alright?" She looked at Abby; concern coloring her eyes.
"Have you seen the boss man?" Tony dodged. Ziva thought for a moment.
"Not since he left." She stated wringing his hands.
"Okay." Tony frowned. "Can you get a trace on his last known location?" He asked McGee, who gave a curt nod then went to his computer. A minute of typing had him scratching his head. "What is it McGee?" Tony prompted.
"It says that his last location was the parking garage." McGee looked up. As one Abby, Ziva, Tony, and McGee left for the parking garage. The elevator doors barley opened before they were all pushing to get out. Ziva spotted it first.
"Guys!" She called. She crouched down staring at Gibb's phone. She glanced at her family before looking back the phone.
"What does the note say?" Abby asked, not able to read the tiny writing.
"Tag your it," Ziva supplied solmnly.
A/N: *Hides behind hands.* So is it terrible? Should I continue? Let me know.