"Tony! You do that one more time I will take that straw and shove it up your-""But Ziva." Interrupted a cocky Dinozo. "Why? When it's oh so fun." He adds as he raised a straw to his lips and blew, sending a moist wadded up paper ball flying towards Zepha. The ball hit her in the middle of the forehead with a small 'thwap'. Instinctively Ziva flinched and flailed her arms in front of her face. Tony was almost in tears with laughter until something hit him in the corner of his mouth, sticking. The laughing stopped immediately and Tony jerked his head in the direction of the spitball which just happened to be in the direction of Magee's desk. He turned his head just in time to see Magee putting away a straw. Tony glared and muttered "You think that's funny Probie?" Tony asked in an angry tone, reaching up to get the paper off his face. "Actually Tony, I think it's quite funny." Magee responded, a smirk on his face as he watched Tony trying, but not succeeding in getting the paper off his face. Tony looked over at Magee's desk and saw a Superglue bottle resting on top. "Probie!" Tony shouted. Ziva walked over to Magee's desk and they both exchanged high fives. "Thank you Magee" said Ziva gratefully. They both watched Tony desperately scratching a t the paper to get it off. At that moment Gibbs walked in giving them the report. "We got a dead marine lieutenant down Franklin Rd. just west of here. Grab your gear." Gibbs says but then suddenly stops next to Tony's desk with a confused look on his face. "Dinozo… you got a little sumthin' right here." He informs, putting a finger on the corner of his own face to indicate where the ball of paper was. "Thanks boss…" mumbled Tony, irritated. He wanted to kill Magee, and Magee knew it and was already heading to the elevator.
About three hours later, after gathering all the evidence they could, which wasn't much. The killer really cleaned up. They were at the house of the dead lieutenant, Robin Davis used to live. The only one that was there at the time was a man named Richard Davis, Robin's husband. Both Robin and Richard had a daughter, well, foster daughter. "I'm sorry about your wife Mr. Davis." Said Ziva sincerely. The man didn't seem bothered. He did seem like a tough man and that gave Gibbs a funny feeling but he quickly shrugged it off. "Did you see anything strange? Maybe got a strange phone call from someone that might have killed your wife?" Asked Gibbs curiously. The man just looked up at him and nodded. "Well…there was this one man.. he was on Robin's team. I never liked the guy.. he seemed kind of strange." He says quietly. "Do you know his name?" Gibbs asked calmly. "Conell.. Gus Conell." He responds. Just then the front door burst open, revealing a red faced girl that looked about fourteen. She had obviously been running, due to the red face and the hard breathing. Gibbs knew immediately something was wrong with this girl from the look in her eyes. It was a look of pain, remorse.. fear. He recognized that look all too well. It was the look he saw whenever he looked in the mirror. The girl looked to her right, the living room where everyone was sitting. Her heart sank when she saw the agents sitting on the couch. She looked at her foster father and he just nodded. Her eyes were cloudy with tears as she set down her book bag and walked out the door again, slamming it behind her. Gibbs immediately shot up. "Do you mind if we ask your daughter a few questions?" Gibbs asked quickly. The man just nodded and Gibbs walked towards the door quickly. "Ziva, stay here and question him." He commanded as he walked out the door, seeing the girl walking down the street. He ran after her, coming up next to her. "Hey... can you tell me your name?" He asked, pleasantly. She just kept walking. "Austin.." She says simply, the tears were gone from her face. She looked so uncaring. It was strange. "Well Austin, can you tell me anything about your mom?" He asked, only to receive a quick, irritated response. "Foster mom… she wasn't my mother." Gibbs sighed heavily, already knowing this girl was going to be stubborn. "Well…can you tell me anything about your foster mother?" He asked evenly. "I can tell you that she got back a week ago… I don't know anything else…" She muttered. Gibbs looked around, not sure where they were. "Where are you going?" He asks curiously. "It's none of your business." She says simply. "Well.. I'm just conce-""Don't tell me you're concerned! Don't ever pretend you care! I don't know you and you don't know me!" She snapped. He had obviously struck a nerve. Gibbs looked somewhat surprised. He wasn't used to people talking to him like that. "But… I do care." Gibbs said softly. Austin just shook her head and made a left turn into a thick patch of woods. Gibbs stopped even though he was worried.
He decided to follow her a little while after so she wouldn't see him immediately. Gibbs sat down on the curb of the road, watching the cars fly by for about seven minutes. Then he stood up and walked into the woods. The woods was almost treacherous with the amount of roots and sudden drops. He thought it was amazing that this girl could maneuver so well in this. That led him to believe that she did this a lot. This was where she went to get away. Just up ahead he heard the sound of running water, a stream. Sure enough, he saw the shimmer of water just up ahead. What he also saw surprised him. It was a little tent type thing. It was really only a skeleton of a wall and ceiling made of wood, with a tarp over it, covering up the unfinished holes. He knew that this was more than just some place that she liked to go to. It was more like a home. He saw her leaning against a tree and what was in her hand made him want to leap out of behind the tree and stop her. She had a small pistol in her hand and was turning it over and over, examining it. Gibbs started to make his way over to her. "Hey.." He says simply. She quickly hid the gun in a large chunk of grass. She looked up at him, her eyes red. She had obviously been crying, and she looked a lot calmer now. "How come you followed me?" she asks, the innocence in her voice was rare for a girl her age these days. This girl just kept on surprising him. Gibbs answered softly, almost fatherly. "You don't know me and I don't know you.. So don't judge me so fast. I care. Honest to God I do. Don't ever say I don't." Gibbs responded, setting a light hand on her shoulder. She seemed to sky away from his hand at first, as if she was afraid. Gibbs sighed lightly. "Listen.. I really am sorry about your mo- foster.. mom" Gibbs said calmly. "From what I heard she was a great woman." Austin just nodded. "She really was.." She says quietly, her eyes getting cloudy with tears. "Its gonna be alright. We will find the person who did this." He says thoughtfully. Austin wiped a tear from her eye. "I know that.. I heard a lot about NCIS. I heard that they were better than real police." She says simply. "Oh really?" inquired Gibbs. "Who did you hear that from. "My foster brother.. He used to be one of the best pilots ever." She says with a proud smile on her face. Gibbs smiled, happy to see a bright look for the first time on Austin's face. "I'm sure he was." Austin nodded. "Yeah.. But he died a while back. They say it was just a simple mistake and his plane went down. But he never made mistakes.. Well.. Not a mistake that had to do with flying." She says quietly. "So you think he was murdered?" asked Gibbs "Yeah.. I guess you could say that." She sighs. Gibbs put an arm around her. "Its going to be alright." Gibbs said with that reassuring Gibb's smile. "I promise. You're a good kid."