Chapter 1

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was sitting at his desk, as were his team at their own desks. Dinozzo was playing a game of solitaire on his computer while Ziva and McGee finished on their reports.

Gibbs reached for his phone as it rang shrilly.

"Yeah, Gibbs," was barked into the cellular device. He nodded and hummed every now and then. "Okay. On it." Gibbs' entire team was looking at him, waiting for the call. "Gear up! We got a dead Gunny out in Alexandria."

Gibbs walked out the door of headquarters followed by his team.

**AT THE CRIME SCENE**

GibbsPOV

We walked onto the crime scene. Things were pretty calm, except for a girl on the edge of the property, hugging a short boy and standing stoically. That was probably the daughter that was mentioned.

"McGee, bag and tag. Dinozzo, shoot and sketch. Ziva, talk to neighbors. See what they know!" I was met with the customary, "On it boss!" From McGee and Dinozzo and the regular, "Of course, Gibbs." From Ziva.

I would be talking to the daughter and her friend.

I walked over to the two teens (?) and waited a few moments. The boy was comforting the girl - I didn't know her name - and whispering consolations to her. The whispers were loud enough that anyone within a five foot radius could hear it. None of the words spoken were worth much, though. They had practically no meaning. They were just friendly, sweet words of consolation.

I cleared my throat.

Both of the teens heads snapped to the side, staring at me. "Yes?" the boy asked.

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs. I would like to ask the two of you a few questions." I was all business. The boy nodded and I looked over to see the girls answer.

She was taller than the boy by about a head, but was probably only about five foot two inches tall. She had light brown hair and, from what I could see, fern green eyes. She had a light tan and her cheeks were somewhat sun burnt. Her face was clear and in a stony expression. It was like she wasn't even effected by any of this.

"Sure," She spoke smoothly except for a slight hitch at the end.

"Alright. So what are your names?" I tried to sound less severe. The girl had just lost her father. "I'm Reynaldo Gallegos. You can call me Ray-Ray, though, if you want." I nodded.

"Sure. What's your name, sweetheart?" My paternal tendencies were surfacing.

"Andrea Belle. Call me Andy, Agent Gibbs," she answered.

"Alright, so, what's the victim's name and his connection to the both of you?"

"The victim is my dad. His name is Tom Belle. Ray-Ray is my best friend. He stays around the house and I go over to his whenever Dad couldn't take me with him on duty." She probably had to do it every time. I wouldn't want my daughter around that.

"Which was every time." Right.

"Ok. So I'm going to have to ask you to rehash everything that happened when you found your dad," I asked. Hopefully she wouldn't break the hell down.

"Well, Gabe - he's my boyfriend - dropped me off after a date and we said goodbye. I went inside and when Dad didn't immediately answer back when I yelled that I was home, I assumed he was in the back room. He can't hear me back there. So, I went back to the back room and I assumed right. He just didn't answer for the reason I thought… Anyway, I called NCIS first and then when I got off the line with them, I called Ray-Ray. Ray-Ray only got here about five minutes ago. He was down the street."

"Alright. So who's this boyfriend?"

"It wasn't Gabe, if that's what you're thinking. He was with me the whole night. He may not be the most ideal, but he's a nice guy. He wouldn't do something like that!" Andrea all but shrieked at me. I just stared at her.

"Just because he was with you the whole night, Andy, doesn't mean he didn't get someone to do it for him. You know how much he hates your Dad. And plus remember what happened when you wanted to cut a date short so you could get home to see your dad?" The last part was whispered, as if the boy didn't want me to hear. What the hell did this boyfriend of hers do when he got mad?

"We're not ruling anyone out. Just tell me about him." I wanted to have a reason to know about him. He didn't sound like a very nice guy.

"Well, what do you need to know?"

"What's he like? Is there any reason he would have for doing anything to your dad? Physical appearance, in case we have to find him." In case I need to arrest him for assault any time in the near future.

"Um, well, he's a nice guy, like I said. He likes having fun. But sometimes he can have anger problems."

"What sort of anger problems?"

"Well, sometimes he yells, and then other times he likes to throw things."

"What sort of things does he like to throw?" Fists, maybe?

"Just, stuff…" Uh huh. Right. Stuff, my ass.

"Alright. Continue."

"Gabe didn't exactly like my dad, but he would never do anything that would hurt me, so he would never kill my dad. There's no question about it that it wasn't him. Anyway, he's tall. About 6'1, I think. He has black hair and really dark almost black eyes. He's pretty pale. And he dresses sort of geekish slash designer, I guess? I don't know, button ups and designer jeans, anyway, with a bracelet with pink beads that his sister made him. He always wears that. His hair is long and sorta curly." At least she knew how to be thorough.

"Alright. We'll call if we need anything else." I could see Ducky pulling up and Dinozzo walking over.

"Okay. Do I need to give you my number or anything, Special Agent Gibbs?" Reynaldo asked.

"No. We'll find it if we need it." I was staring at Andrea as I answered absent mindedly. She was staring at Tony with a strange look on her face. I heard her breath hitch and tears welled in her eyes.

"Ray!" She whispered frantically. "Ray-Ray, he looks just like him…" She choked. Reynaldo looked at what she was looking at. His eyes widened and then shook his head.

"No, Andy. That's not your dad. He's dead, remember? He can't come back from the dead. That's not him. Look, he doesn't have the crescent moon scar on his cheek."

Andrea looked up, her eyes zeroing in on Tony's right cheek and then she looked away, seeming to deflate. I looked between her and Tony and then realized, Andrea and Dinozzo had the exact same eye color and hair color. Their noses were the same shape and the curve of Andrea's bottom lip was almost exactly like Tony's.

"This the daughter?" Tony asked in a hushed voice when he finally made it over.

"Yeah."

"We need a picture if him. His face is completely destroyed and we have no idea what he looks like. Think she might have a picture so we don't have to search data?"

"Most likely. Ask her. Her name's Andrea."

"Alright. Hello, Andrea. My names Special Agent Dinozzo."

"Hello, Special Agent Dinozzo," Andrea answered in a curiously dead voice. She looked up and Tony flinched.

"Um. Do you have a picture of your dad we can use until we get back to head quarters?"

Andrea nodded and reached into her back pocket, pulling out a bright orange wallet made out of duct tape. She pulled a picture out of it and jammed it back into her back pocket. Andrea rubbed her thumb over the surface of the picture and then handed it over to Dinozzo.

Tony took the picture and looked at it. His eyes widened and he very nearly dropped the photograph.

"Boss…"

"What?" I barked. We needed to hurry this up so we could start the investigation.

Tony held the picture up and I about head slapped him. What the hell was this? He needed to stop joking and show me the actual picture, not one of him!

"Stop messin' around, Dinozzo! Let me see the actual photo." I held my hand out.

When he said, "Boss, this is the actual photo!" , I wasn't expecting to find truth shining through his eyes.

Master Gunnery Sergeant Tom Belle was Anthony Dinozzo's twin.

What the hell?