This is still not mine. Okay, the plot is mine. This is set sometime in Season 2.

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It was a typical day in Washington DC, if there is such a thing. A girl and her father were walking down a street. Their conversation was not so typical.

Their impeding discovery was even less so.

"That is not a creepy thing for a 13-year-old girl to say."

"But they said-"

"Hey, I'm telling you, there is nothing creepy about a 13-year-old girl saying that-"

"Okay; I got it." The girl leaned against a nearby car. "I still think-"

The car's alarm went off, loudly and shrilly. The father swore flamboyantly, looking around for the car's owner. "Whose car is this?"

Nobody answered, but a policeman, who had apparently been ticketing one of the cars on the other side of the street, ran over. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, we just- this isn't our car-" The alarm stopped as abruptly as it had begun.

"Well, I'll just take a look around to see if anything's wrong."

He tried the door handle. Surprisingly, it opened. Grabbing his radio, he yelled into it. "I need backup! And get an ambulance!"

The girl and her father poked their heads around the car door and gasped in unison.

A woman lay across the back seat, which, along with part of her long, dark hair, was stained blood red.

Startled speechless, the girl and her father noticed several things.

1. There was a black leather jacket draped across the woman's body.

2. There was blood smeared on the outside of it.

3. The blood wasn't just smeared. It was- fingerpainted?

Therefore:

4. Someone had written a message in blood.

The father spoke first. "What's NCIS?"

The girl shrugged. "Now that's creepy no matter who said it."

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