The last killer.
The squad room was nervously quiet, the skylight above doused in small diamonds made of water. The three agents stared at a worn picture; suddenly the silence was broke like a knife through butter "Boss…" cried McGee, "BOSS!" Tony and Ziva's heads snapped quickly towards McGee. "What, it's Gibbs?" exclaimed Ziva, "No way" cried Tony, "how could it be?"
Ducky and Palmer were already at the scene, the streets had an eerie feel, barren and wet; ruing the crime scene with the constant drops of rain from the overlaying roof tops. Ducky mumbled away to himself, as usual to Palmer. Each rain drop added to the pool of water inside the hollow face, the body perfectly preserved. Well almost.
DiNozzo, McGee and David were now present at the scene "Did anyone get an ID" asked Tony, "Not yet, fingers, feet and teeth have been removed" replied Palmer "But..Bloods have been sent back to Abbs" he added. After finalising the body, the team moved out to look for clues "GUYS!" Screamed Ziva, "Its … Its Blood!" sobbed Ziva; Tony and McGee hasty jogged over, the blood was splashed up the wall like an artistic stroke of a brush. "Ta…Take it to Abby" stuttered Tony, it's not him he told himself.
Three hours had passed since the team arrived on the crime scene, still searching, still looking for that single clue that would prove it wasn't him. In its place they only found evidence that pointed that Gibbs had been murdered here. They had already found a knife and gun which were both issued to Gibbs when he joined NCIS, it was looking more and more likely the man Ducky and Palmer took to autopsy was Gibbs!
Tony ordered a final search, before heading back to find out what Ducky and Abby had found; they found nothing.
1:07am.. The clock changed 1:08am Tony sighed, looked at McGee's empty seat and then across to Ziva, "It's not him, right?" tested tony, "I'm not going to lie Tony, but it's not looking good" responded Ziva, Tony grunted and shook his head in disbelief "hey, we're going to find him. We are going to get the killer Tony!" Ziva quickly added. "Hmm" was all Tony could add.
The lift pinged, and out came a rushing McGee "turn, turn the TV on NOW!" demanded Tim. He was holding a blank package with a coffee coloured envelope, it looked padded. He shoved the tape into the TV pressing play on the remote. They watched.
"Hey, so I guess they finally gave you the tape then." Questioned the voice. "Last words?" demanded a second unfamiliar voice; they used a voice scrambler. "Just find the bastards!" he answered back. The unfamiliar voice soon came into view, the black silhouette placed a bag over the head of the captive, drew up his rusty blade from his side and slice across the neck of the hood man, his knife tugged on the veins and they cut opened and rushed down like a river staining his sweat drenched top a coppery red colour.
The team gasped.
"GIBBS!" they shouted in unison…..