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Till Divorce Do Us Part Ch. 2
The heads of everybody in Abby's lab turned to face a very confused Special Agent. McGee looked slightly amused at the senior field agents nightmare. Abby and Ziva looked betrayed, like they couldn't believe that Tony would keep such a secret from them and Gibbs looked like usual, a man on a mission.
"Boss, I know what this looks like but I really don't um know what this is 'cuz I'm just as um…" DiNozzo stuttered, trying to explain the situation he found himself in.
"Palmer, escort Agent DiNozzo to interrogation room #2. Don't talk or discuss the case. Abs, keep running the fingerprints from the crime scene. I need to know if anyone else was there. McGee, you and Ziva go through Ms. Hathorn's financial statements." Gibbs says, ignoring his senior field agents pleas and exiting the lab, heading towards the elevator.
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Director Sheppard sat at her desk really resenting asking SecNav for more MTAC time. Apparently those extra minutes costs a fortune and most of them were for Agent Gibbs team. He obviously has no respect for the budget or the needs of other teams or, well, her. He just does whatever he wants! Accusing very influential people of murder and barging in her door whenever he needs anything. Oh, she could have gone on forever with the list of Jethro's faults but her office door burst open.
"Speak of the devil." She said softly.
"Special Agent Gibbs, what can I do for you today?" Jenny asked, subtly reminding him who was in charge.
"I need a personnel file." Gibbs says, revealing nothing that isn't absolutely necessary, still not completely trusting his boss.
"Let me guess. Agent DiNozzo." Jenny asks, smirking. Seeing Gibbs slightly raised eyebrows, she continued.
"I heard from Ms. Scuito that his past has caught up to him. I never would have guessed that Tony would get married, and no, there is no record of a Sarah Hathorn in his personnel file. Also, next time Agent Gibbs, knock. I'm trying to work your teams extra MTAC minutes into the budget." Jenny said, cueing Gibbs to leave. Not being an absolute idiot and knowing what fire lay under that spunky red head, he retreated, going back to the pressing case at hand.
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Making a significant discovery gave Ducky fare warning to the approaching storm as a very pissed off Special Agent Gibbs soon to enter autopsy.
"Mr. Palmer, perhaps you should go bring these hair and fluid samples up to Abby. I suspect Agents Gibbs isn't in the greatest mood." Ducky said to his trembling assistant. Poor Palmer was terrified of Gibbs and Ducky knew that getting the boy out of the way was a good idea.
"Yes. Of course Doctor." Palmer says, picking up the tray and running towards the elevator, which unfortunately just released Agent Gibbs. Stumbling awkwardly around the terrifying man, Palmer pressed the close door button rapidly until the metal shielded him from that steely gaze.
Upon entering autopsy, Gibbs knew that the old Scottish man had some information for him. Maybe it was the lack of that damn autopsy gremlin lurking around or just his gut, but Gibbs could tell that it wasn't very good news.
"What do you got, Duck?" Gibbs asked his long time friend.
"Ah Jethro, you know me to well. I just finished the autopsy. Our poor deceased has multiple fractures and bruises, most likely from when she was run over, but they were all post-mortem. She has no petechial hemorrhaging, rash or any other signs of poisoning. Her blood and bodily fluids are on their way up to Abby. By the bruising on her inner thighs, I would concur that she was raped." Ducky said, going back to his body, chatting lightly to his patient. Gibbs quickly excused himself to go talk to his agent waiting in interrogation. He figured that DiNozzo has waited enough.
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Tony DiNozzo was very familiar with interrogation rooms. Probably to familiar. He worked in them constantly, bringing dirt bags down, but also sitting on the other side of the table. This is the third time, and each time he had no idea what had happened that led him to the situation. The only difference this time was that Gibbs had backed him up, always. Now Gibbs had left him in a room, alone, without a clue what's going on, just like, like a criminal.
"DiNozzo, you have a hell of a lot of explaining to do." Gibbs said, walking into the interrogation room and waking his agent from is reverie. He couldn't believe that DiNozzo wouldn't tell him that he had a wife. Hell, he couldn't believe that DiNozzo had a wife. What woman would settle down with this… DiNozzo. He stopped his rant in his head when DiNozzo spoke up.
"Boss, I promise, I never got married. I've never seen this girl in my life."
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