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Left Behind at N.C.I.S.

Chapter one: Before the storm.

Tony frowned as he walked to his desk at N.C.I.S.. He sat down as his co-worker, Ziva looked up from her work desk across from him. He laid his head in his hands while making a slight moan.

"Bad night, Tony?" Ziva gave a sly smile and looked back at her computer.

"Bad" He looked up from his hands and looked at Ziva like he could have smacked her. "Bad does not describe it!" He got up from his desk in a fury. "Julia drove me nuts! All she did was talk about her religion! Jesus this, Jesus that! I am telling her tonight it can't work! I just need a good excuse!"

"Did she not bring you pleasure?" Ziva said laughing, "I dated a man like that! I at least had a reason to break up with him!"

"What was that?"

"I am Jewish!" Ziva said as Tony walked back to his desk.

McGee looked up from his desk, looked at the two, smiled and went back to looking through his emails. It was normal for his co-workers to go on like that. "I actually don't mind Christians. They have good morals! My mom was a Christian. She was a great woman and never cheated on my dad! Not that I would practice at being one myself."

"Whatever McChristian!" Tony snapped as he went to reading his emails.

"Grab your gear!" Gibbs walked in and grabbed his gear from his desk. "Dead Marine"

The team grabbed their stuff and headed to the elevator.

The dead marine lay sprawled about the grass of the suburban back yard. His eyes closed and his hand clasping the cross strung about his neck. Tony and McGee went around bagging and tagging while Ziva took pictures.

"Commander Brian Crock. Marine. Age 37. Works in training new marines. His wife's name is Angela Crock. They have two children, Danielle age 14 and Joshua age 5."

A young woman, with long blonde hair, ran over. Her eyes, wet with tears, as she saw her dead husband in front of her.

"No Brian! NO!" She tried to run under the yellow crime scene tape. Gibbs soon stopped her in her tracks. "That is my husband! He can't be dead!" She fell to her knees. "God! Please Lord, help me to understand this!"

"It will be alright Mrs. Crock!" Gibbs pulled her up and walked her back over to her car. He sat her down and walked back to the crime scene just in time to see Ducky the M.E. pulling the thermometer out of the Commander's liver.

"Ziva, get the wife's statement. Got a time of death Duck?" Gibbs leaned over Ducky.

"Yes, our young commander died around 6 hours ago." Ducky leaned in and whispered to the body as he always did. "Now you will be forever with your Lord and savior in heaven."

Ziva interviewed Mrs. Cock. Her eyes kept looking down. Tears welling in her eyes. Ziva tried to keep a straight face and not cry. It was not as hard as it once was. "When was the last time you saw your husband?"

"This morning, when I left to drop off Danielle at a Vacation Bible School for the week! I also dropped my son off at his friend's house for the day! We were going to go on a date together tonight! I know God had this happen for a reason! I just don't know what yet!" She looked ready to collapse.

"Did your husband have any enemies?"

"Not that I knew of!" Mrs. Crock's cell phone began to ring. She picked it up. "Sweet heart! Honey, I know! I will come pick you up! Love you!" She closed her cell phone. "I am going to pick up my daughter at her camp in an hour."

"Jethro" Ducky called as he flip the body over. Gibbs looked at the Commander's back. On his back was a message, written in blood.

Faith gets him and his family nowhere!

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