Sorry for the belated chapter.

Disclaimer: Sorry, I do not own NCIS, but the unfamiliar OC's are my doing, and the girl OC is me if I were in an episode.

FLASH, FLASH, FLASH.

The camera snapped three photos of a dead man's cold look while the NCIS team took notes, evidence and placed police tape around the locker room.

"You know when I was 7 my dad took me to a Yankees game. Best day of my life." Tony told his teammates after taking the photos.

"Yankees? Did they try to steal everything?" Ziva said quizzically.

"You know I always find your attempted grasp of the American lifestyle very amusing." Tony Smirked at her as Ziva hid her slight blush.

"McGee, identification?" Leroy Jethro Gibbs asked one of his team members.

"According to his passport, this is Lieutenant. Frederick Peterson. Married, one kid, honourable discharge 3 months ago after helping a team member resulted in a leg injury."

"Yuck," Tony commented as he lifted the pant leg of Lt. Peterson's pants. Surely enough, the leg was scarred, bloody and bruised. "Well, let's get him to autopsy, and get his wife and the two guys who found him in for questioning." Gibbs slightly shouted as he sipped his coffee and left the room.

"10 bucks says if it is a redhead, Gibbs will be smitten." Tony motioned to McGee. "I think you may have a gambling problem, Tony." McGee said to his workmate as he helped Dr. Mallard and Palmer, the medical assistant, unload the medical van. "No, I am pretty sure it is not a problem." Tony said.

Back at Head Quarters, Interview Room.

"Frederick is dead!" Questioned Margret, Lieutenant Frederick Peterson's wife, who, to Tony's dismay, was a brunette.

"Clam down Mrs. Peterson. We are going to find out everything we can about how your husband died." Ziva whispered quietly in an attempt to relax the panic-stricken woman in front of her.

"Calm down? How can I calm down? I now have to raise a 12 year old by myself. She'll be a teen soon and Fred and I both promised we would be there for each other during the difficult teenager years." Margret yelled hysterically.

"Well, I think death is a deal breaker here Mrs. Peterson."Ziva mentally rolled her eyes in her head, and then stood up and left the interview room, leaving a distraught Mrs. Peterson blowing her nose and weeping.

"I cannot handle this. I cannot do the 'dovey-lovey' thing that women do." Ziva exclaimed to Tony in the two way mirror room.

"It's pronounced 'lovey-dovey' Ziva, and yes you will." Tony grabbed Ziva's shoulder from behind and started pushing her towards the door.

"Why do I have to do it?" Ziva questioned him.

"Because I'm sure as hell not doing it." Tony smirked as he continued to push Ziva. At that moment, Gibbs walked into the interview room and sat down on the chair opposite to Margret. Tony and Ziva stood in awe as Gibbs pulled a few of his interrogation tricks.

"Tony?" Ziva broke the silence.

"Yeah?" Tony replied

"If you do not remove your hands from my shoulders I will personally break them off." She exclaimed while hiding her blush in the shadows of the dark room.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Tony swiftly removed his hands and turned around, pretending to be adjusting his tie as he hid his ever growing red face.

"Well, I better see if the guys that found our Lt. are here." Tony said, quickly leaving the room, but before he could, he turned around and spoke.

"You know, Ziva. Maybe watching Gibbs doing the 'lovey-dovey' stuff might make you better at it." Tony immediately left the room as a death stare from Ziva's face could have killed him. Ziva faced the mirror and watched Gibbs, who was now standing. He held some tissues up to Mrs. Peterson's face while placing a comforting hand on her back as she sobbed. Ziva looked on with a quizzical, yet curious look on her face. She was always keen to learn.

Gibbs had entered the interrogation room, to find a crying woman alone without an agent. Gibbs looked at the mirror quickly, as if he could see Tony holding onto Ziva's shoulders on the other side. He let out a small sigh before taking the seat opposite Mrs. Peterson. He thought he would use one of his techniques of letting her cry out some emotion before talking. Surely enough, it took a good two minutes before Margret looked up and noticed the grey haired man sitting and staring at her.

"Oh my...I'm sorry. I didn't realise you ...had come in. I am just ...going through a bit...I'm sorry." Margret stammered as she forced her words out of her mouth.

"No need to apologize." Gibbs whispered in a calming voice as he stood up, held some more tissues in front of her face, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I am sorry I am behaving like this. Do you know what it is like to lose a loved one?" Margret asked in curiosity.

Gibbs lifted his head as a flashback came rushing back to him.

'Hey daddy, look what I got.' Exclaimed a little 6 year old Kelly as she held up a postcard.

'What do you have there sweetheart?' Gibbs asked his daughter in a soft voice.

'A postcard from you, saying take care of mommy while I am on a boat.' she said, referring to a postcard her father had sent her 6 months ago. Jethro was back from that particular mission now.

'And did you?' he asked, with a thin smile creeping up on to his mouth.

'Yes daddy. I love you.' She giggled to her father as she ran out of the room.

Gibbs silently nodded and allowed a small 'yes' escape his lips to show his understanding towards Mrs. Peterson. Margret lowered her eyes, regretting that she even asked the question, but eventually spoke up.

"I am sorry. I just don't know how my daughter is going to react to this situation." She let another tear roll down her cheek as Gibbs stood up and back to his chair.

"Was your daughter close to your husband?" He asked.

"Oh yes. Nicole and her father were like two peas in a pod. Very close." Margret said, a lot calmer now the subject was changed.

"Do you think she would know anything about what happened to Lieutenant. Peterson?" Gibbs asked with a curious look.

"Maybe? Like I said, they were very close." Jethro let out a small sigh and spoke. "We will need to bring her in for questioning," he said as he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote instructions for McGee to bring in Nicole.

"Ziva!" Gibbs shouted and Ziva entered the interrogation room without a second thought. "Give this to McGee and take Mrs. Peterson down to the main office so she can tell her daughter about Lt. Peterson.

Ziva obediently nodded, grabbed the piece of paper and, by using her new knowledge of comforting, grabbed Margret's shoulders from beside of her in a comforting hug, and lead her down to the main office.

Gibbs let out a small smirk of the memory of his own daughter and quickly turned around to head towards the autopsy room.

Finished chapter 2. Please R&R.