This just chapter one of a short story so bear withs!
"Dear me!" Donald Mallard (Ducky to most), the resident medical examiner at NCIS exclaimed. "What a morbid killing! It reminds me of a time back in Edinburgh. I was working on a cas..."."Duck!". Gibbs. Always the man with a plan, a risk-taker, an avenger. "When did he die?".
"Well, judging by the little damage to his extremities and the lack of decay I would hazard a guess at 48 hours".
"Ziva!" Gibbs ordered "take McGee and talk to this" he peered down at the dog collar " Lieutenant Beau Morgans' Family". Ziva an elegant but vicious ex-Mossad officer strode towards McGee (affectionately nicknamed McGeek/ rhyming names depending on the case by Dinozzo) who was leaning against the wall, trying not to be sick. "Come on McGee, we have a family to break the news to".
"yes, McGeek, or you'll be charged with tampering with evidence via pukathon".Dinozzo said, smirking. Dinozzo was the team leader, a lady's man with an ego to boot, but everybody loved him. He was just one of those guys.
"Dinozzo!" Leroy Jethro Gibbs said "gather evidence". Dinozzo gazed at the dissected body parts of Lieutenant Morgan. He was sure one of those gouged-out eyes were staring at him. Freaky.
After a few minutes of bagging and tagging, Dinozzo shouted over special agent Gibbs. "Look Gibbs" he pointed to a corner, overridden with rubbish. And heads.