"Restless"- Chapter 2

A/N: Okay, so first off, thanks for the reviews and alerts! Secondly, after I posted the first chapter, I did some research, and found out that Logan Cale couldn't have possibly majored in Journalism at Yale- the major doesn't exist! From here on out, he will be referred to as a Yale student. My bad- hope you enjoy this chapter, though! Sorry it took so long!

Forensic Scientist Abigail Sciuto let out a sigh as she sorted through her mail. Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, whom Abby considered one of her closest friends, had sent another postcard from the USS Seahawk, where he was stationed as Agent Afloat. She taped it up with the others he had sent her the past four months, and posted a number amongst the postcards- 129. That was the number of days it had been since Director Vance had reassigned Tony.

"Abby?" Special Agent Timothy McGee called out, as he entered the lab with a container marked "Evidence".

"Hey, McGee," she said, snapping out of her temporary sadness. "What do you got for me?"

"Prints, bloodstains, a laptop, the whole shebang," he replied. "A Petty Officer Simon Clemens was shot to death in his apartment, and now we need to figure out who did it. Ducky will have stuff for you, too."

Abby pulled out the laptop, and turned it on. When it came to the main screen, Abby looked at the background in shock. "Holy crap, that kid looks like a young Tony!"

"That," McGee said, "is Logan Cale. He was the last person to see Clemens alive. He claims that he wasn't home when he was shot."

"You can count on me, Timmy," Abby exclaimed. "Here, you work on the laptop, and I'll get cracking on these fingerprints."

"Sounds like a plan," McGee replied with a smile.

Probationary Agent Ziva David sat in the upstairs conference room, facing Logan Cale, the young deceased Petty Officer's best friend. They looked up when Special Agent-In-Charge Leroy Jethro Gibbs entered the room, and sat down next to the Israeli.

"Logan," Gibbs began. "Since you said you weren't at the apartment when Petty Officer Clemens died, would you mind telling me where, exactly, you were when this happened?"

"Sure," he replied. "I was driving home from the grocery store when I saw all the cop cars rushing to his place. I followed them, and when I got there, he was pronounced dead."

"Is there any reason, that you would know of, why anyone that knows Petty Officer Clemens would want him dead?" Agent David asked.

"None that I could think of," he replied. "The people that were on the USS Seahawk might have a better guess than I would, Agent Gibbs."

Gibbs and Ziva looked at each other, then back at Cale. "The Seahawk?" Gibbs repeated.

"Yeah, that was where he was stationed," he said. "I don't know much about Simon's life in the Navy, but I know that."

"Do you to go school here?" Ziva asked.

"No, I'm a student at Yale," he answered. "I drove down here from New Haven to surprise him for his birthday."

"How long have you known Petty Officer Clemens?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, since second grade," the young man said as he took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and put them back on. "He lived across the street from us. Even after my parents died, and my Uncle Jonas and Aunt Margo took me in, we stayed close. You have to find out who did this, Agent Gibbs." He looked intently into the older man's bright blue eyes.

Gibbs looked back into the worried green eyes that reminded him so much of Tony. "We will, Logan. However, we would like to keep you until we confirm everything you've told us."

"That's fine with me," he said as he pulled out a notebook and pen. "I have schoolwork to keep me occupied."

"Ziva will stay with you for now, but I'll be back later," Gibbs told him, but he had pulled out an iPod, and was listening to it as he wrote.

"You want me to baby-sit him?" Ziva asked in an annoyed voice.

"I'll have McGee take over after I see if he and Abby have anything," Gibbs assured her as he headed out towards Abby's lab.

"What do you got?" Gibbs asked as he breezed into the lab.

"Well, we checked Logan's laptop, and there's nothing that would suggest he had anything to do with Clemens' murder," McGee replied.

"Good kid, good student," Abby said. "Drives a blue 2005 Pontiac Aztek. And, clearly, looks a hell of a lot like Tony."

"McGee, patch into the red light cameras near Clemens' building," Gibbs ordered. "Cale said he was driving back from the grocery store when the shooting happened…"

"And you want me to confirm his alibi," McGee finished. "Got it, Boss."

"Anything on the Petty Officer's computer?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Abby replied enthusiastically. "McGee hacked into his email account, and found that he has received emails from two other petty officers in the last couple of days. Both had threatened him, Gibbs."

"Did you…" the gray-haired agent started.

"Pull up their service records?" McGee completed the question. "I did- both Petty Officer Joshua Durand and Calvin Gunn were stationed on the Seahawk with Petty Officer Clemens. And, I just finished checking on the red- light cameras."

"And?" Gibbs barked.

"Logan's alibi checks out, Boss," he said nervously.

"I think it's about time we put a call in to DiNozzo," Gibbs said sternly. "McGee, set it up in MTAC. Then, you are to relieve Ziva from watching Cale."

"On it, Boss," McGee replied obediently.