McGee stared at his screen. The word CLASSIFED blinked in red letters. He clenched his teeth and tried again. The word flashed again. He was almost frustrated enough to take a note out of Gibbs' book and start banging on the computer. But then he'd have to fix it.
He remembered his triumph when he had plugged the picture into the picture database and the name had popped up right away. Then he had clicked the little that would have given him all the information that the government had on her and that's when it all went down hill. It kept saying that all information on the lady classified. Why she was so important he had no idea. But if he did get that info he was dead.
To make matters worst Tony was shooting paper balls at McGee's trash can. Every once in a while one would hit him and he was pretty sure it was on purpose.
A ball hit him in the face. He snapped. He turned to Tony. "Don't you have work to do?" McGee said in the politest voice he could mange.
"Why? Is little McGeek bother by me?" Tony said all innocent.
"Have you found anything?" McGee said ignoring Tony's question.
"Are you trying to get information out of me?" Tony said. He craned his neck and looked at McGee's screen. "Is little Timmy having troubles?"
McGee looked past him then abruptly turned back to his computer. "What? Scared Gibbs is going to see you not working?" he threw another paper ball at McGee.
"DiNozzo if you're done screwing around." Gibbs said as he entered the squad room.
"Yes boss." He said he face maybe a little paler than before. He hopped out of his seat and said, "The strange pin we found on the beach was Celtic in origin. I talked to several jewelers and all of them said they don't make that type of pin and they don't know anyone that does."
"Well find someone that does, DiNozzo." Gibbs said. "McGee."
"Nothing yet boss but I'm working on it."
"Work faster." Gibbs said. He was not in the best off moods and his team having nothing was not helping.
For one long second McGee stared at the name on the screen.
Catherine Goode.
That's all he knew about the mystery lady that could be the key to finding the petty officer's killer.
The ringing of a phone jolted him out of his brooding attitude. Gibbs snatched up his phone and barked out, "what?"
"I got something for you Gibbs." Abby's tinny voice said.
He hung up and started towards the elevator. Taking their silent cue the team followed. The elevator dinged and they shuffled the few steps into a whole other world also know as Abby's lab.
"So I was looking at the petty officer's clothing and you'll never guess what I found." Abby said excitedly.
When Gibbs didn't say anything she poked out her bottom lip out just a little and said. "You're suppose to guess."
Not one to play games Gibbs merely let out an impatient, "Abby."
"You're no fun Gibbs." She said as she turned back to her computer. "It was gunshot residue. Our petty officer has recently fired a gun."
"You could have told me this on the phone." Gibbs said turning towards the door.
"I never said I was done. The team found a path that led from the top of the cliff to the bottom and it was fairly passable. At the top of the cliff they found a single vehicle. They ran the license plate and the petty officer's name came up. Inside the car there were traces of seaman and vaginal fluid on the seats. Apparently O'Mara was getting it on. Also if you had a suspect for the woman with him I could do a DNA match with the fluid found in the car."
Gibbs was out the door just as she finished. The rest of the team took the elevator back to the squad room while Gibbs took the stairs to visit Ducky.
Ducky was just starting the actual autopsy when Gibbs walked in. the whoosh of the automatic doors alerted Ducky. "I've only just started, Jertho. I won't have anything for you for another couple of hours."
"What do you have?" Gibbs said.
"The petty officer was in peak condition. A single bullet to the back of the head seems to be the cause of death. I really can't tell you anything until I finish. You'd be better off if you came back later."
With an almost inaudible growl Gibbs swept out of the room. "The dead never demand anything or have a temper. It's no wonder that I like working with you better." Ducky said to the departed petty officer.
