Next Chapter. still short but who cares
"So a five kids who act paramilitary show up and Gunnery Sergeant Broods. I don't well buy it." Tony thought out aloud from the comfort of his desk, instead of doing his work.
Agent David looked up from something on the computer "in Israel, children as young as seven have denoted suicide vest. I don't find it hard to believe that ten year olds can commit murder."
Tony thought of a comeback. "So what about the guerrilla style strike? It's harder to believe that ten year olds are capable of that."
Ziva stopped her work to defy Tony "if you teach a child what they are supposed to do for a very young age, they execute it perfectly if asked"
"What if it was terrorism?" Agent McGee joined the conversation.
Tony gave him a strange look "Terrorism, McConspiracy? You spend way to long on the internet, Probie." He retorted.
"It's not as farfetched as you think." Ziva answered "there are terrorist organizations that employ children to infiltrate villages in the Middle East. Why not here in America?"
"Scary thought Ziva." Gibbs stride into the bullpen, still coffee in hand. The ring of his cell phone makes him turn around and slow. "Hey. Be right there." He flipped his cell closed. And head for the back elevator. "McGee! Ziva! Talk to the wife. Tony! Talk to his CEO" he called out while his team mobilized.
Autopsy
With the doors to the Ducky's work chambers whished open, Gibbs swiftly entered it.
Doctor Mallard was working alone on the body of the Gunnery Sergeant. His assistant was still sick, from the flu. Various bloody equipment was strewn about the lab. The corpse itself was split open, its innards showing with red blood powered defiance to the light.
"ah Gibbs!" he said seeing his old friend walked up to the table "the pencils were the cause of death. One of them punctured his right lung, causing him to suffocate and bleed out. " the ME leaned across the table, like he usually did when he got serious "Jethro, I heard that this was caused by children, know more than the age twelve." More of a question than statement.
Gibbs looked worried for a little bit but answered "word travels fast. What can tell us, Duck?"
Mallard straitened himself with some dignity. "without studying a motive, number of options our on the table to why. But how they come to do that is just the same. I need to no more about these kids if I am to give you a full psychiatric evaluation."
Gibbs nodded and turned to leave "I will come back with more." He said pressing the elevator button to go up. His cell rang. It was tony.
On the call, he nothing to report. Broods was a well-loved guy, and had skills that was propelling through the Marines.
Next stop Abbey's….
Home of the Broods
"I still can't believe he is dead." The sobs of Lara Broods filled Ziva's ears. It was always painful to do this part. And it never got easier.
Lara Broods was attractive, blond with blues eyes and medium build. All were in the living room of the Broods, spacious but had the feel of a middle class family.
"Mrs. Broods, did your husband have any enemies?" agent McGee asked.
"Not that I know of. Why? Everyone loved Will." She sobbed, only kind of recollecting herself.
"Did your husband work with kids?" asked Ziva, her mind still on the video.
"No! he was a mechanic. Why would he work with kids? I mean, he loved playing with Josh and Beth but normally he spent his time in Quantico."
Just then the door swung open and two dirty scuffed up kids stumbled through. "OH MY GOD! Josh! Beth! What happened to you?!" Lara rushed to her kids. The two sustained bruises, cuts and dirt everywhere. The older one, Josh, answered "we were in the park and got a bit too rowdy." He tried to walk to his mother but winced in pain. In his leg was a small but painful looking gash.
"this is more than rowdy. If you two can't tell what you are doing, I can't help you. What is going on? You two always arrive late, bruised or worse. I can't ground yall cause you keep escaping. As your worried mother, what is happening to this family?" Lara broke down into more sobs. "First yall, now your father."
Just then Josh noticed the agents in the living room. "You're here about Dad, Aren't you." The NCIS agents silently nodded.
Hope you find his killer" the boy and girl turned and went up the stairs.
In a short while, the navy cops left. Near the car, ziva turned to her coworker. "those kids, the behavior the mother listed, it is strange, is it not?"
"Yeah, they sound like gang members." McGee answered. He turned and registered the look on Ziva's face "No you're not thinking.."
"Maybe."
The two agents got in the car and drove off.
In the window of the Broods, Josh Broods watched the agents drive off, while his mom cleaned up his sister. A lot had happened in twenty four hours. It was stretching Josh.
Over by his desk he picked up a small tin can and flipped a small switch.
"This is Numbah One Rule. We may have a problem with Operation K.I.L.L.Z.O.N.E."
