The reflection of the moon sprouted upon the graveyards light thin grass. A man slowly walked through the isles searching for the right tombstone. He was pushing a wheel barrow with a rather heavy weight upon it. He continued to look around hoping no one was watching. He finally reached that empty grave. He emptied the heavy bag into the grave, and picked up his shovel and began to pile the dirt he had dug a few hours ago.
He heard a crackle in the wind which made him stop. He turned his head searching for something that could have made that noise. He saw nothing. Nothing but the long fields of the old grave yard. His heart began to pound he was shaking. He knew that something probably wasn't out there but how could he know for sure. He continued to dig, and the sound came once more. This time it was louder. The sound then folded into footsteps coming from behind him. He knew by that sound of whose footsteps they were. He dropped the shovel and began to run.
He ran as fast as he could but still heard the footsteps grow louder and faster. He was so desperate to call for help but he knew that nothing could come of that.
A hand grabbed him from the side. The known man stood there like a shadow hovering over his victim. The victim saw nothing but a small smile opening across the shadowed face. The victim let out a large cry.
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The wind whistled through the branches of a lone tree that hung over of a few graves. The wind brought an ichy feeling to Tony's bare neck as he tried to take pictures of the gruesome scene.
"A guy dies in a grave yard…how ironic!" He commented as he knelt down closer to the unfortunate victim lying in a hole, taking more detailed photos. Gibbs ignored his comment.
"When I say turn left Mr. Palmer, I mean left not right!" exclaimed Ducky in a rather frustrated tone. Gibbs turned around to see the old man walk towards them while Palmer trailed behind him carrying all the materials in a struggling fashion.
"The street sign said that to the right was the graveyard, I did not know that it was flipped over," Palmer explained.
"Nice of you to show up Duck," Gibbs commented as he pulled down his NCIS cap to block the sun from hitting his eyes.
"Yes well I believe nice wouldn't be the correct term to use especially in the presence of this young lad," said Ducky. "Oh dear, what have they done to you?" Ducky spoke to the dead petty officer.
"Name McGee?" asked Gibbs. McGee pulled out his smartphone and began to read.
"Petty Officer Jonathon Walts. Married with no children, just came back from a tour about 2 months ago."
"It seems that the poor lad was buried alive, and due to the mass of dirt under his fingernails he must have been clawing his way through," Ducky explained as he examined the body more closely. Palmer stuck the thermometer into the victim's kidney.
"Died about 12 hours ago," concluded Palmer as he took out the thermometer. Ziva came in from behind them giving Tony a fright once she spoke.
Gibbs saw a small piece of cloth hanging out from the side of the open grave hole. He took out his rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on. He reached out and pulled it out. It was a pale beige cotton like fabric covered in patterns of dirt. McGee opened up the evidence bag he was carrying and held it open for Gibbs to place the fabric inside it.
"The keeper said that a pale woman witnessed his findings of the body, he says she should be here soon to confirm," Ziva added.
"A pale woman?" commented Tony. "What is she a ghost? ooooooh" He joked while making small hand gestures to show he is "scared".
"Well that depends, Tony. Is it a ghost you are looking for?" The whole team's jaws dropped as the pale woman entered the scene. Palmer was the only one confused of why everyone was in awe. Ziva felt as though she recognized the woman from a picture. Tony and the rest, however, knew her rather well. It was Kate Todd.