"Restless"- Chapter 4

A/N: Thanks for the reviews and alerts, as always! Sorry this took so long. I had a wicked case of writer's block, then, all of a sudden at work yesterday, BAM! I figured out how to resolve the plot! In this chapter, I promise to have more of the case, and I'll try to have Logan interact with the team! Thanks for your patience! Enjoy!

NCIS Medical Examiner Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard had finally found the bullet that killed Petty Officer 2nd Class Simon Clemens. "There's the little bugger!" he exclaimed, depositing the flattened bullet into an evidence jar being held by his assistant, Jimmy Palmer.

"Right in the superior vena cava," Palmer said, as he closed the jar.

"Take that up to Abby, please," Ducky ordered the younger man, and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs entered through the pressurized doors.

"Of course, Doctor," Palmer replied obediently.

"What do you got, Duck?" Gibbs asked gruffly.

"A bullet," Ducky answered bluntly. "It was lodged in the superior vena cava. No signs of struggle, which means he was either surprised…"

"Or he knew his killer," Gibbs finished the sentence. "We have a possible lead on two petty officers that DiNozzo said were harassing Clemens, while he was on the Seahawk."

"You talked to Anthony?" Ducky asked, using the British pronunciation for the former Senior Agent's name. "How is he?"

"Dying to get off that carrier," Gibbs replied. "Do you have anything else?"

"I'm afraid not," Ducky said sadly. "I imagine you're off to see Abby next." The older man turned toward the door, but Gibbs had already left. "I know you offered up as much evidence as you could," he told the corpse, "it's not your fault."

"Hey, Gibbs!" Forensic Scientist Abigail Sciuto called out as he entered her lab. "I was just about to start doing ballistics on the bullet Ducky sent up, but I have something else to show you first."

"So show me," Gibbs told her.

"I need everyone else down here first," Abby told him. "And, I mean everyone."

Ziva entered the lab moments later, then McGee followed, with Logan behind him. "Abby," McGee said, "this is Logan Cale."

"Pleasure," Abby said. "Gather 'round, guys."

"Okay, so I decided to delve more into Clemens' personal life. I hacked into his Facebook page."

"You can do that?" Logan asked incredulously.

"Well, we had a warrant to seize Simon's computer," McGee explained. "That would include all the contents."

"I gotcha," Logan replied, then turned back to Abby.

"Anyway, he posted his most recent status yesterday, which said, 'home for a couple days… Logan's going to try and surprise me. LOL.'," Abby stated.

"So much for that," Logan muttered.

"I decided to look into his friends' list, and look who I found," she said excitedly.

"Calvin Gunn," Gibbs said. "One of the sailors harassing Clemens."

"Cal is a sailor?" Logan asked. "Simon and I went to high school with him."

"As I discovered when I clicked on his page," Abby concluded.

"According to the Agent DiNozzo, who is currently Agent Afloat on the USS Seahawk," Gibbs explained, "Petty Officers Joshua Durand and Calvin Gunn have been harassing Clemens, trying to get him involved in something he wanted no part of."

"So what, they killed him because he wouldn't do it?" Logan asked.

"There is only one way to find out," Ziva said. "Abby, do you have an address for Petty Officer Gunn?"

"Right here," Abby told her.

"Ziver, McGee, you're with me," Gibbs ordered. "Abs, can Logan stay down here with you?"

"No problemo, Gibbs," Abby replied, as the Lead Agent and his loyal team headed out of the lab.

"Okay, here it is," McGee said. "Seventy-two Vara place."

"McGee, you take the back," Gibbs ordered. "Ziva, you're with me."

Officer David obediently followed her boss to the front door of the side-by-side duplex. She knocked on the door, and called out, "Petty Officer Gunn?"

The door creaked open, and a blond-haired, brown eyed young guy peeked out. "I'm Calvin Gunn. How can I help you?"

Gibbs flipped open his I.D., and flashed his badge. "Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, NCIS. This is Officer Ziva David. We would like to ask you a few questions."

"Crap," he muttered. " Yeah, sure."

"Not here," Gibbs said. "Come with us, please."

Petty Officer Gunn looked down. "Yes, sir."

"So," Logan asked, "By analyzing the bullet, and running a bunch of tests on it, you can figure out what type of gun it came from?"

"Sure can," Abby replied. "And, I believe I'll have a match momentarily."

Logan looked around the lab, and his eyes settled on the collection of postcards and photos Abby had received from Tony during his time afloat. "What's all this, Abby?"

"It's my collection of memorabilia from Agent DiNozzo," the pretty Goth replied.

Logan peered in closer. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. "He… he kind of looks like me. Except, older."

"We thought so," she agreed.

"No wonder Agent Gibbs, Agent McGee, and Officer David were giving me weird looks this whole time," Logan noted. Suddenly, one of Abby's machines let out a loud ding. "What was that?"

"My ballistics analysis is in," she told the Yale student. "Drum roll, please."

Logan began drumming on the metal table in front of him, which made Abby smile.

"Our weapon is… an M9 pistol," she declared. "Which happens to be standard issue for Navy personnel." She typed on her keyboard furiously. "It could belong to Joshua Durand, or…"

"Cal!" Logan exclaimed. "Crap, Gibbs and his team are headed to the home of a potentially armed and dangerous man! You should warn him!"

"Warn who?" Ziva asked, as she walked toward Logan.

"I matched the bullet to what could be Petty Officer Gunn's pistol," Abby explained to the young Israeli. "Did you find him?"

"We did," she told the pig-tailed scientist.

"You guys weren't gone that long," Logan observed.

"I drove back," Ziva told him.

"Well, that explains it," Abby said with a chuckle.

"Would you come with me, please?" Ziva asked.

"Sure," Logan replied, as he followed the officer toward the elevators. "It was nice meeting you, Abby!" he called out.

"You too," Abby said.

"Why did Abby say 'oh, that explains it' when you told her you drove back here?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I tend to drive, well, rather fast," Ziva told him.

"Oh."