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Till Divorce Do Us Part

The fourteenth of May started out as a normal day to any person not on Team Gibbs, or for that matter employed by NCIS. The sun rose on the east, as usual, and the DC morning rush hour traffic stayed bumper to bumper. Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary here, until you reach the Navy Base. Just looking at the large federal office, any local could tell something was up. Maybe it was the missing sparkly shine that usually reflects off the glass building or the fact that the cannon out front had toilet paper draped all around it, but that is just probably from the recent prank war with the FBI. No, what was really wrong was that a very fancy, red sports car was actually parked in its allotted spot on time. Upon entering the MCRT bullpen, Timothy McGee would be found typing rapidly on his computer, either hacking into CIA files or updating his novel, while Ziva David and Anthony DiNozzo have their customary bickering war, which would only stop until Gibbs stepped into the bullpen and delivered a swift head slap to the back of the waiting agents heads.

"Gear up. We have a dead navy lieutenant in Rock Creek Park. DiNozzo, gas the truck and take David. McGee, call Ducky." Gibbs says as he breezes into the bullpen and towards the elevator, only stopping to grab another cup of coffee of his desk, his gun and badge.

"Ow! Boss, what was that for?" DiNozzo asks, rubbing the spot on the back of his head that sometimes looks like a five-star is permanently engraved in.

"Well DiNozzo, for one, harassing your partner." Gibbs starts, already in the elevator as Ziva smirks behind him. A defeated DiNozzo slinks into the elevator, stopping to elbow past McGee who has no idea what's going on.

"Boss, where are we heading to?" asks McGee who was clearly to involved in his novel/ illegal activity to remember what Gibbs had said.

"Why McDork? Paying to much attention to the newest adventures of L.J TIbbs, because I'm sure Gibbs will be happy to help you. Right boss?" Tony teases, laughing hysterically then wincing as Gibbs palm connects with DiNozzo's unfilled cranium.

"Would you like to go for three, DiNozzo? Just get in the damn van." Gibbs threatens.

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Arriving at the crime scene, team Gibbs was presented with a particularly nasty looking sight. The navy lieutenant lay face down in the middle of a dirt road with half a tire track running down her back, bruises and lacerations covered all skin that her uniform didn't mask. Off to the side of the dirt road was a scared looking woman with a three-year-old clinging to her neck and car keys swinging around her index finger.

"I was driving home from Annabelle's play-date and I took this as a shortcut. She started shrieking about seeing her reflection in the glass or something like that so I was trying to quiet her down and then I just hit her. I didn't see her lying in the middle of the street." She explained to Ziva, who was taking witness statements.

"Can I please go Agent David? I need to take Annabelle to preschool." Asked Mrs. Johnson.

"Yes, you may go but please stay available incase we have anymore questions." Ziva responded, finishing her notes and walking over to Tony to resume their usual arguments while Gibbs goes over to consult Ducky.

"Duck, T.O.D?" asks Gibbs.

"Well Jethro, according to the liver probe, she expired between 2200 to 2300. Now I'm sure you would like to know how she died but before you even ask, I'm going to have to take this poor girl back to autopsy first." Ducky said, anticipating his old friends rushed demands.

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"Hey Abs, whatcha got?" Gibbs asks his favorite Goth, placing a caf-pow just out of reach of the caffeine deprived girl. Instantly, a wheelie NCIS issued chair spun around so quickly, the metal on her dog collar caught the light and made Gibbs slightly nauseous.

"Aww, c'mon Gibbs. I've only had like four caf-pows today and you know that I usually down at least six of these babies before now. I need my power!" Abby pleads with her favorite mentor. When she sees that he isn't budging, she moves onto the physical evidence.

"Actually Gibbs, I found the hinkiest thing in your crime scene. First of all, the blood found on the tire tracks belong to your navy lieutenant and"

"Abby. How is this hinky?" Gibbs asks, interrupting her.

"Well Gibbs if you had let me finish then you would have known that your navy lieutenant isn't a navy lieutenant. She isn't even in the navy. I ran her prints through AFIS and nothing. I'm running her through the civilian basis now." Abby started, only to find that her silver haired fox had already left.

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Back up in the bullpen, Ziva and Tony were chatting lightly. They really didn't have much to do since they didn't have an identity on their lieutenant.

"So Zeevah. What are you doing tonight?" Tony asked, trying to pry lightly into the ninja's personal life. Obviously unsuccessful.

"That is none of your business Tony." Ziva said, going back to her paperwork.

"Ouch. Zee. Ouch." Tony said, trying once again to engage the ex-Mossad officer in conversation, while not noticing that Gibbs was behind him.

"DiNozzo, when you're done annoying your partner for the second time today, why don't you both come down to the lab with me. Abby's got an ID."

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The team met Abby and McGee in Abby's lab, watching the two interact on one keyboard. Almost like ESP, McGee could tell what Abby was doing and did whatever was necessary to do simultaneously.

"Hey Abs. You called us down." Gibbs said, walking briskly into the lab with another fruity caffeine beverage for Abby.

"Yes Gibbs. Of course I do! When do I not have answers for you. Anyway, your navy lieutenant who actually isn't a navy lieutenant is a civilian by the name of Sarah Hathorn. She is a NY state citizen and has no criminal record."

"Thanks Abs." Gibbs says, kissing the Goths forehead.

"Wait Gibbs, I have more, and Tony, you might want to stay for this one. Ms. Hathorn has no living immediate family but has an ex-husband by the name of…" Abby says, clicking the computer and opening her file, displaying a very familiar name.

Anthony D. DiNozzo

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