Chapter 3

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

Timothy McGee nervously opened the door into the office, he wasn't used to go "investigating" solo but Gibbs seemed to think he was up to it. Standing a little straighter he flashed his badge and asked if he could see the Patricia Gregory's supervisor. The woman flashed him a little smile that made McGee finally realise he wasn't the same geek he was 3 years ago. Was it the Armani suit?

"Sergeant Malcolm, how can I help you?" a gruff voice said.

"Special Agent Timothy McGee, I work for NCIS. I'm here about Petty Officer Gregory."

Sergeant Malcolm nodded, "Petty Officer Gregory was deployed to Iraq for five months, only returned a week and a bit ago as ordered by Barack Obama," he chuckled. "Was mostly involved in surveillance there, worked on base, nothing majorly major. She was more of the shy type, you know? Did her work without complaint and never caused any trouble." They started walking down towards the office blocks. "Her friend on the other hand – well that's another story. Loud and rambunctious, they're complete opposites, but then you know what they say about opposites attracting."

Tim grinned as he pictured a certain pretty Goth forensic scientist in his head. "Name?" he asked.

"Petty Officer Danielle Adams, though she's more of a navy clerk."

At first glance Danielle looked anything but a navy clerk, instead she looked like a…a…well he hated to admit this but with her make-up plastered face, bright red lipstick, and legs extended on desk she looked like a prostitute – or just a female Tony Dinozzo. Either one.

"Special Agent Timothy McGee, I'm from NCIS and would like to ask you a couple of questions about Petty Officer Gregory." He extended a hand, expecting her to shake it.

She stared at the hand showing no intention of shaking it. Tim hesitantly withdrew his hand.

"Yeah…" she said; the boredom evident in her voice.

"Well…" he took out his notepad as he fired off his first question, "what sort of relationship did you have –"

"Look, just before she killed herself I dated her ex-boyfriend thinking that she'd gotten over him. But boy was she touché and after that incident we didn't talk afterwards. I mean it was a pretty stupid reason why they broke up, apparently it was because she was anal about drinking but her boyfriend works at the bar. Then when I started dating him she started avoiding me," she drawled.

"This boyfriend got a name?"

"Michael…er…no idea about last name," she smirked. "We haven't exactly gotten to that step yet."

McGee was a little confused, but had the sense to know not to comment on it. "Is there somehow we can get in contact with him? Where does he work?"

"At the gentlemen's club across from Pat's place."

"Okay and one more question."

"Shoot."

"Um…when was the last time you saw Patricia?"

"Last Thursday morning?"


Gibbs picked up the telephone, accidentally clicking the speaker button in the process. "Gibbs?"

"Hey boss, just finished interviewing some of the staff at Gregory's workplace. Returned last week from Iraq after five months. Had an ex-boyfriend, Michael who was dating her ex-best friend who is now working at the gentlemen's club across the road from where she lives. Do you want me to go check it out?"

"Wow…sounds like Gossip Girl with murderers," Tony said to Ziva, who shot him a bemused look.

"Just come back to base McGee." Gibbs replied. "Dinozzo and David, head out to the gentlemen's club across the road from where Gregory lives."


"Ever been in one of these before Ziva?"

Ziva sharply elbowed Tony just below his ribcage. "For your information Tony, yes, I went into one of these clubs on an undercover mission."

"As a spectator…or as a performer?" he said cheekily as he glanced at the many poles on stages.

The look Ziva shot him shut him up, he knew just as well as she did that Ziva could always extend their little deal to half a year if she so desired.

Tony leaned towards the bar; asking the man there wiping down the tables, "is there someone here who goes by the name of Michael?"

"That'll be me." The man looked up, he had a rather nice looking face Ziva observed, open and honest. "Michael Godfrey, nice to meet you." Michael looked them up and down before adding, "officers."

"Special Agents actually, we're here about your ex-girlfriend Patricia Gregory."

"Did…did something happen to her?"

"She …er…passed off this morning." Ziva stated.

"Passed off?"

"She means, passed away." Tony countered, resisting the urge to smile at such an inappropriate moment.

"I thought you were over getting your idioms tangled up Ziva Diva." He nudged her playfully.

The elevator door opened to the bullpen.

McGee looked up, "What'd she get wrong this time?"

"It was one tinsy winsy word okay Tony? Drop it."

"She said passed off instead of passed away." Tony said to McGee.

"She got mixed up with her prepositions."

"You got a degree in English now McOxford?"

"Where's Gibbs?"

"Autopsy."


"Whatcha got for me Duck?"

Dr Mallard glanced up from the corpse of Petty Officer Patricia Gregory. "Ah Jethro, so nice of you to come see me."

Gibbs stared long and hard at his old friend.

Ducky sighed. "As I said at the crime scene before there are obvious signs of rape, but closer examination actually revealed fatal wounds at the back of her head which caused a brain haemorrhage…"

"So that was the COD?" he interrupted.

"…however the most interesting thing I discovered was that she had more wounds inflicted on her chest and lower torso post mortem; these would not prove to be fatal though," he pointed out the multiple wounds with his finger.

Gibbs nodded, "blow to the head and then tried to cover it up?" McGee and him at Gregory's apartment also found large amounts of blood on her bedpost.

"Yes, now I heard from scuttlebutt that there's a rather peculiar situation you men have landed yourselves in. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Gibbs smirked but decided not to comment.

The ME sympathized, "You know, Jethro I once had a lady friend who did the same thing once to me, I admit I was quite promiscuous back in my earlier days…."

Ding.

Jimmy walked in right then, catching the end of that sentence. Turning a deep shade red he stuttered, "I'll…go...go…see Abby again. I think she needs me," he swallowed.


Okay. This was weird.

First thing Tony noticed about Abby's lab was that it was quiet. No, hang on there was music. But it was faint and…and…classical?!

"Abs!" Tony shouted when he couldn't spot the Goth.

An exploding ball of black clothing and pigtails bombarded Tony.

"Tony!" she squealed. She looked at her computer screen. "Chopin's Waltz #12 In F Minor, Op. 70/2"

Tony blinked twice before answering. "Thought you only did the classical stuff for your blowflies."

"Well, Bert decided he liked it too so I've decided on playing classical music once a week to compromise. He decided on some Chopin today so ta-dah!" She grinned, before ruffling Tony's hair causing him to scowl.

"Got anything for me apart from Chopin, Abby?"

"Yep!"

She pivoted and walked towards her desk. "Found minute traces of alcohol, looks like beer, from Gregory's system."

"So she was drunk?"

"No, because only small traces, she only drank a few sips before she died."

"Anything else?"

"Fingerprints were also lifted off her clothes, ran them through the system and came up with an Annie Clancy who sounds like she's a character from Sound of Music."

"The next door neighbour…" Tony remembered and then cringed as he also remembered what the girl had said about Ziva and him. "By the way Abs can you lay off McGoo? I'm actually starting to feel sorry for the poor guy. You should see him, face scrunched up," he did his own imitation, "he's turning to Elflord Games again to relieve tension – next thing you know he'll be looking at porn…"

Abby put a hand on Tony's mouth. "I went upstairs when he was away and banned all pornographic sights with a hidden password that even McGee can't hack so he can't get access."

Tony grinned, "even dating sites?"

"Even swimsuit sites," she said with an evil grin.

"Thanks Abs, I'll bring a Caf! Pow next time" he remembered to say as he exited the lab.

Abby Scuito turned to her hippo. "You know in high school my maths teacher was called Mrs Gregory; she handed out gummi bears in class."


Gibbs walked back into the bullpen to find his three agents diligently sitting at their desks.

"Dinozzo stop looking at swimsuit sites, Ziva quit teasing Dinozzo and McGee…"

"Yes boss?" McGee said.

God even his voice was strained, Gibbs mused.

"Keep working, and all of you do a background check on all the witnesses – especially Mary Potter."

He headed upstairs to Jen's office – or Director Shepherd's office.

He walked in, gave a knowing stare at Cynthia who said, "Director Shepherd is looking very stressed today, I hope you aren't going to add to that Special Agent Gibbs."

I wonder why, he thought.

Opening the door to the office he looked at the redhead who hadn't heard him come in. She's in full working mode reading paperwork on her desk. Every once in a while a strand of hair falls in front of her face, and she agitatedly brushes it back, but it falls again, and she brushes it back. She groans.

"I'll cut if off for you Jen," He said mockingly.

She looks up and smiles thinly. "Hello Special Agent Gibbs."

"Jeez Jen, just because I'm not sleeping with you doesn't mean we're doing the whole formal thing again."

She ignored his comment, which frustrated him to no end.

He walked up to her desk, putting both hands on it.

She finally took off her glasses and looked up at him. "Yes Jethro?"

"Stand up" he orders.

Curious as to what he's up to, she obeys.

"Come here."

She comes.

Suddenly his lips were on hers, urgent and hard, making her step backwards until she was against the wall. His burning desire made her heart flutter, but she tried her best not to let it show. They exchanged open mouth kisses, which left them both breathless. His tongue then licks her throat, before trailing heated kisses down her neck, biting down gently with his teeth every once in a while. Just when he started pulling on the blouse she was wearing – the favourite one she thought in her head, she pushed him away and returned to her desk. Taking a deep breath she sat down.

"Damn you Jen," he rasped.

"You're welcome," she replied casually.

Unexpectedly he asked, "Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?"

"I might if you don't try to sexually harass the Director of NCIS." she scoffed.

"I take that as a yes."


A/N: I know I won't get many reviews, after my...two months?..hiatus I've probably lost most of my readers. So don't feel any obligation to review..it's okay...sniff. :D Anyways, I really did have a maths teacher called Mrs Gregory..however she didn't hand out gummi bears :( Chapter 4 has already been written I just need to think of a title for the story and any last minute editing however it should be up within 2 days max.