Chapter 2 - Crime Scene and Tony's Leave

THE NEXT DAY - September 24, 2010 - EXT. Crime Scene - 1:59:19 P.M.
The NCIS team arrives at the crime scene. Tony is already there. He has been there since the night before. He is with local Police officers with dried tears on his face. He is staring down the body of his ex-love. His eyes are cold, empty. He is emotionless and trumped of joy.

Jehtro Gibbs: DiNozoo.
Tony DiNozzo (hoarse voice): Yes, sir.
Jethro Gibbs: Go home, get some sleep. Take a week off. We can handle this.
Tony DiNozzo: Boss...I know we've been through years of hard work and danger...but if you try to get in my way...
Jethro Gibbs (interrupting Tony): I know. I've been there, remember?

The two men stand silent for a few seconds.

Tony DiNozzo: I should've told her the truth. I know she'd never trust me, but at least she'd know.
Jethro Gibbs: Regret comes with the pain of loss, Tony.
Timothy McGee: Tony, take the Gibbs' advice.
Tony DiNozzo: Hold your damn tongue, Tim.
Timothy McGee: I'm just trying to...
Tony DiNozzo (turning and glaring at McGee): McGee...

Tony takes off his jacket, and rolls up the sleeves to his long sleeve button-up shirt.

Tony DiNozzo: ...we're friends...and that's why I won't kill you...but if you utter one more half-syllable, I will beat you down until you are bleeding, and I won't stop until I'm dragged off of you.
Timothy McGee: I'm...

Tony swings his right fist, connecting with McGee's jaw. McGee falls right to the concrete. Tony swings his left fist, then his right, and left again, drawing blood from McGee's nose and mouth. Gibbs pulls Tony away only to receive a right elbow to the chin, and then two punches to the stomach. Tony kicks McGee in the stomach. Ziva pulls her weapon and aims it at Tony. Tony draws his in return and aims it at Ziva's head.

Jethro Gibbs: Stop, damn it!

Gibbs draws his pistol.

Jethro Gibbs (aiming his weapon at Tony's head): Stand down, DiNozzo! We'll get the killer! Give me a week! If we don't find them, you can unleash your wrath. I promise you, but give us time! Go home, get rest!
Tony DiNozzo (tears falling from eyes): All right.

Tony tosses his pistol to Gibbs, who catches it.

Tony DiNozzo: One week.

Tony looks at his teammates, and then turns, walking away. He rips the caution tape in half, gets on his motorcycle, puts his helmet on, and speeds away.