Leroy Jethro Gibbs stopped short when he came up to the crime scene. They were not the first ones there. Unless the body was found on base or on a ship, local LEOs or paramedics were there first, but usually they were the first people called if the body turned out to be Nave or Marine personnel. The FBI and some other agencies had the annoying tendency to turn up when they were processing the scene, but usually Gibbs and his team were first. Mostly due to his driving and the fact that everybody knew that Gibbs could be one mean bastard if he wanted to. Most cops in the area Gibbs was likely to show up had heard rumours about him and made sure to call NCIS first. This time they hadn't.
Their crime scene was full of people completely dressed in white. Even the soles of their shoes would be white if they were new. Gibbs had never heard of an agency with that kind of dress code. He started looking for the person in charge of that troupe. He would make sure that they knew who they were messing with and that it was a very bad idea.
There was a man standing near the sidelines who looked quite important. White three piece suit with a white tie, white shoes and white panama hat. Everything looked custom made, too. The glasses with a black lens over the left eye and the cane were interesting. Gibbs felt as if the one visible eye could look right through him. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought. But Gibbs was a marine. He would get the job done, no matter what.
"What are you doing at my crime scene?" Gibbs growled. Maybe he could intimidate the man into compliance.
"Your crime scene? Did your parents never teach you to share your toys?" The answer was glib and showed a hint of amusement. Gibbs gritted his teeth.
"Who are you?" He bit out.
"You know, the polite thing to do when asking for someone's name is to offer one's own first. Your manners are quite appalling, I must say." That answer made Gibbs seethe.
"Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, NCIS. Now, who are you?" He asked impatiently.
"Special Agent Michael Briggs, FBI. Very nice to meet you, too." FBI, right. And Gibbs himself was the tooth fairy.
"FBI, huh? Dead Navy Officer. My jurisdiction. Give me everything you have gathered so far, then leave. Clear?" Gibbs demanded.
"Yes, FBI. Your dead Navy Officer worked for a classified project that you have no clearance for, but I do. A very important project that the joint chiefs don't want jeopardized. They want someone completely impartial to investigate this matter. That means you are out. SecNav should have called your director by now and pulled you off the case. It was nice meeting you, Agent Gibbs."
Right at that moment Gibbs cell phone started ringing. It was Vance, calling him back. He sounded as annoyed as Gibbs felt. Gibbs briefly considered grabbing the man and demanding answers, but one look at the woman now standing next to them made him reconsider. He probably would be dead before he hit the floor.
He would get them next time.