Author's Note: This idea came to me while I sat staring into space instead of paying attention in my AP European History class and wouldn't leave me alone. I looked up the details as best I could, but I'm not a doctor and I don't deal with guns, so if everything isn't perfect don't hate me! Hope you enjoy it, and please tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood in front of the plasma, seething.
He and the team had been working a murder case for almost a full day and still no leads that had gotten them any closer to a killer.
"Tell me you dug something up that resembles a lead on the girlfriend!" he all but shouted, looking around at his team. Tony looked up at his boss, mentally cringing at what he had to tell him.
"Her alibi is rock solid, boss, she's couldn't have done it."
Gibbs sent him one of his signature glares before turning Ziva.
"I am searching the phone records of his shipmates now."
Still glaring slightly, he turned to McGee.
"Uh, I'm looking over Petty Officer Carson's billing records and checking his banking for any large cash withdrawals or deposits."
Their boss nodded before exiting the bullpen, heading in the direction of autopsy. They all breathed a sigh of relief before looking at each other.
"He's mad." Tony said simply. Ziva rolled her eyes at Tony's obvious statement.
"Really, Tony? We couldn't tell."
"Guys, we should probably get back to work. Boss doesn't need another reason to yell…" McGee said hesitantly. His coworkers nodded in hurried agreement before turning back to their computers, their fingers starting to type rapidly. A few minutes later, McGee paused, unsure of what he had found.
"Why would…" McGee looked over the record he had been reviewing.
"What is it Probie?" Tony said, looking a little relieved.
"Well…here let me show you." McGee stood up, putting his computer screen's image onto the plasma. "Carson's girlfriend told us that lately he had been bringing home less money than usual, right?" McGee waited for Tony and Ziva to nod before continuing.
"Then why would the amount of money in his savings go up?" The three looked up at each other, stumped.
"Maybe he just didn't tell the girlfriend the actual amount he was making. His shipmate Petty Officer Flint did say that Carson had been thinking about dumping her for a few weeks." Tony said, scratching his head.
"Espionage?" Ziva asked, slightly hopeful.
"I don't know. Maybe Gibbs should re-interrogate the shipmates. Drug trafficking is another possibility." McGee said.
The three looked at each other, none of them wanting to be the unlucky person to have to tell Gibbs.
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Gibbs strode into autopsy, not happy in the slightest.
"Talk to me Duck."
"Ah, Jethro, I was expecting you. I have the Petty Officer's cause of death. Our poor man was shot, point blank, in the head. But before that, he was stabbed twice in the abdomen with a standard hunting knife, available at most sporting goods stores. The stabber missed vital organs. The pattern is consistent with one stabbing lightly, just breaking the skin and being pulled out quickly. I believe that the stabbing was used to distract our Petty Officer before he was shot." Ducky said, leading Gibbs to the body, pointing to the wounds, making his point. He looked up when he told Gibbs his conclusion, his eyes meeting his old friend's. "Our poor Marine was indeed murdered."
"Tox?" Gibbs asked, raising a white eyebrow.
"No drugs in his system, although Abby did find traces of a sleeping pill left over from the night before. It appears that our dead man was an insomniac."
"Thanks Duck."
"Do you have any leads?" Ducky asked.
"Nope." Gibbs said, heading towards the exit.
After he had left, Ducky walked back over to the body, checking his stitches.
"You'll have to excuse him; he isn't exactly a man that is well known for his patience."
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About ten minutes later Gibbs was walking into Abby's lab, Caf-Pow! in hand.
She spun around on her platform boots when she heard him walk in. She smiled happily, taking the Caf-Pow! and sipping it gratefully.
"Gibbs, I have something. We got a hit off the prints found at the scene. Does the name Petty Officer Anders ring a bell?"
"Yeah, it does. Thanks Abs." he kissed her quickly on the cheek before turning to leave.
"I'm not done!" Abby said cheerfully. Gibbs turned back around, walking over to her.
"Yeah, Abs?"
"The gun used to kill Petty Officer Carson was a 33 millimeter. The bullet tracks are the same. I ran the bullet through AFIS, but no hits yet. I also went through the Petty Officer's hard drive, nothing unusual. Just email, some music, and some downloaded documentaries about scuba diving." Abby said, looking up at Gibbs.
"Thanks Abs. Call me if you get anything else."
"Aye Aye Captain!" Abby replied, waving her hand in a mock salute. Gibbs rolled his eyes, smiling a little as he left her lab. He waited for the elevator to go up to the bullpen, and when the elevator dinged, the doors opened up to reveal his favorite redhead. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood to deal with her and her comments at the moment, and he almost considered taking the stairs, but decided against it, knowing he'd regret it later. He stepped into the elevator, nodding at Jen quickly before pressing the right button. They stood in silence for a moment before Jen broke the quiet.
"Case not going quite as smoothly as you'd like it to, Jethro?" her velvet voice came from his shoulder, her flowery perfume hitting him for the first time. He could practically hear the smirk in her words.
"Well, no, not exactly Jen. We just got our first lead. Petty Officer Brian Anders' fingerprints were found at our crime scene. I'm hoping my team has gotten some form of work done and that I don't have to head slap all of them into next week." He said, turning slightly so that he faced her, tilting his head down slightly so he could look into her eyes. He had to use all of his self control to not fall into the bright green depths; he'd been struggling with it ever since she had arrived. Lately, they had gotten along better, but their relationship was nothing like how it used to be. Hell, he didn't know if their relationship would ever be that good again.
"I'm sure they have Jethro. Let me know if you get anything, I'll be in my office going over case reports." Jen said, flipping her crimson curls lightly behind her shoulders, the light reflecting for a second off her reading glasses. The doors dinged, and she stepped out of the elevator, graceful even in her heels. She clicked away, and Jethro admired the view for a moment before stepping out of the elevator himself. What she doesn't see can't hurt, he thought to himself, chuckling. He walked into the bullpen, glaring at his team.
"We got a hit off fingerprints from the crime scene. Bring in Petty Officer Anders again. And please, tell me you found something else."
"I think so Boss. Carson's girlfriend told us that he hadn't been bringing home as much money as usual. But I looked into his accounts, and for the past two weeks, large sums of money have been deposited. We have some ideas, but I'm thinking drugs." McGee answered, pointing to things on the plasma.
"Tony, Ziva?" Gibbs asked, turning to the two.
"We will go get Petty Officers Flint, Anders, Daren, and Harper right now Boss." Tony said, standing and grabbing his bag. Ziva also grabbed her gear, following Tony quickly to the elevators.
"Good job McGee. Check the other officers and let me know what you find." Gibbs said, nodding to the younger man.
"I already did Boss. Officers Anders and Harper have also had large amounts of money deposited in their accounts over the past couple of weeks. I think they deposited it themselves, because I can't find any checks." McGee said.
"Nice work McGee."
"Thanks Boss."
"I have to go inform the Director. Call me when Tony and Ziva arrive with our friends." Gibbs said, heading towards the stairs.
"Of course Boss." McGee said, sitting back at his computer.
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Jen sat at her desk, looking over case files from the day. She had her glasses on, and was squinting at the almost unintelligible handwriting of an agent. She was signing her signature when her door was opened and her favorite agent walked in.
"Can I help you, Special Agent Gibbs?" Jen said, sliding her glasses off her nose and looking up into his piercing blue eyes. Every time she met his gaze, she had to fight to keep her thoughts coherent. Even the first time, after almost six years, she had had to fight to stay in control. The car had been the worst. A confined space, his smell in her nostrils, his muscular body only inches from hers, had been almost unbearable. It hadn't helped that he had brought up their first night together either. When she had slid her hand over his mouth, she had almost lost her self control. Only seconds more and she knew she wouldn't have been able to stop what she knew would have happened. She was brought back to the present by Gibbs clearing his throat loudly.
"Jen, you there?"
"Sorry Jethro. Say again?"
"I said, we may have a drug problem. Three Petty Officers, including the one lying in our morgue, have received large amounts of money in the past few weeks. Tony and Ziva are bringing them in, along with a few more of Petty Officer Carson's friends. They should be here momentarily if you want to watch the interrogation. You've got to be bored out of your mind in here." Gibbs said, smirking slightly as he saw the agreement in her green eyes, but the slight frown on her mouth.
She didn't want to agree with him, but she needed to get out of her office. She stood, fixing the wrinkles in her slacks.
"Thank you for telling me, Special Agent Gibbs. And just for that last comment, I think I will watch this interrogation." Jen said, throwing him a smirk, laughter dancing in her green eyes.
"I knew you would Jen." Gibbs said, smiling as he opened the door for her.
They walked into the bullpen, their strides perfectly in sync. McGee looked up, saw the two, and promptly put his gaze back on his computer screen. The pair stood in front of the screen, both pairs of arms crossed, looking at the records on the plasma. Fifteen minutes later, they both looked to the elevators as they dinged, opening to show Tony and Ziva with four Petty Officers. They escorted them to separate interrogation rooms, where the four men sat, two of them more nervous than the rest.
Back in the bullpen, Gibbs and Jen debated over who he should tackle first.
"I say one of the could-be drug dealers. Shake them up a little. Tony and Ziva can handle the friends." Jen suggested, her hair tumbling over one shoulder as she cocked her head to the side, looking at the paper on Gibbs' desk.
"Alright. I'll go to Anders first, ask him how his finger prints got in our crime scene. Then I'll go for Harper."
Jen nodded in agreement, following him to the interrogation room where Anders was currently sitting. She went into the glass room, turning on the sound, settling in to watch the interrogation.
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Tony walked out of interrogation, having just told Petty Officer Daren he could leave, to find Ziva also walking out of her interrogation. He easily caught up to her, and smiled brightly at her.
"So, how did your questioning of Flint go?"
"Good. He did not have much to add; he simply told me everything I already knew. I do not believe he was involved with any drugs or Carson's murder." Ziva said, looking at Tony. "Did Daren add anything?"
"No, he told me the same thing. I hope Gibbs learned something more from Anders or Harper."
"I agree."
The partners walked into the bullpen to find Gibbs, the Director and McGee standing by the plasma, looking at air footage of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.
"You get something from one of the Patty Officers Boss?" Tony asked curiously.
"Yeah. Anders confessed to murdering Carson for his drug money, and Harper knew where the next shipment is coming in. We're setting up to raid." Gibbs said, looking over at the two.
"Wow, impressive. When is this all going to take place?" Tony asked.
"In about two hours." Jen said, looking at the two. "I'll assume you'll want to be counted in?" Both agents nodded eagerly, and Jen nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to the screen.
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Two hours later, the team pulled into the abandoned warehouse, followed by two SWAT vans, and a few local police cars. Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, McGee, and Jen got out, and looked around, searching for suspicious activity. Large metal crates were scattered about, along with old, abandoned construction equipment.
"We'll split up. If you find the men, you know what to do." Gibbs said quietly, drawing his weapon. The group nodded, and all drew their guns. Tony and Ziva went one way, McGee went another, and Jen went in Gibbs' direction, while groups of SWAT members and police men followed.
Normally Jen wouldn't do field work, but she had felt that if such a large quantity of drugs were in play, she should be there. She stayed a few steps behind Gibbs, knew that he was aware of her presence. They had been partners for so long, it felt natural. He stopped abruptly at the corner of a crate, signaling for her to come closer, but to stay quiet. She crept up to him, and heard the voices of a group of men. She looked at him, waiting for his signal. He made it, and they simultaneously stepped out, aiming their guns.
"Federal Agents!" they said together. Their drawn weapons seemed to have no affect on the group however, and one man raised his gun, pointing in their direction. Gibbs instinctively pushed Jen back behind the crate. She hadn't been expecting it, and she stumbled backwards, slightly off balance. Then she heard the sound that made her heart stop.
Shots that must have been heard around the world filled the air.
Author's End Note: Cliffhanger! Don't hate me, I will write more! Please read and review!!