Chapter 4: Let's Get This Party Started Part II

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"What's so surprising about Elliot's partner being a woman?" pondered Ziva as she and Tony briskly walked into the 1-6 bullpen.

"Nothing." started Tony. "It's just that he never said he was a she."

"Yeah, and he also never said that his partner was a man. You just assumed."

"Well, excuse me if I wasn't given enough information."

"Please, Tony. Just let it fall." Tony looked at Ziva with a questionable expression. "I think you mean just drop it. I think you should brush up on a few American idioms in your spare time."

"There's no such thing as spare time. DiNozzo." said Gibbs as he walked into the bullpen. "When's that Detective Benson showing up?"

"She should be here any second." said Munch as he walked into the bullpen as well did Fin. "We gave her the five on Mary-Anne Lyman case. She told me that she got a lead and followed it. She should be back any second."

"Good. Good. Ok, anything else?" questioned Cragen.

"As a matter of fact Donald, we do." said Ducky as he walked in with Jimmy and Melinda.

"We found a microchip in Lyman, which was laced with some type of foreign substance. It looks like cyanide and antihistamines." said Melinda.

"Sleeping pills solution?" questioned Ziva.

"Maybe that's why she didn't fight back, Boss." offered Tony. "Maybe she felt too weak from the cyanide or sleepy from the antihistamines." Everyone gave Tony a no-duh look. Gibbs walked up behind Tony, but instead of giving him a good old-fashioned Gibbs-slap, he gave him a pat on the back. "Good thinking DiNozzo." replied Gibbs. "Do we know what's on the microchip?"

"We don't know yet. We gave it to Abby to examine. She said she would call us when she got the results, but I think it going to be-" started Jimmy, but he didn't finish.

"YOU PRETENTIOUS BITCH! LET ME GO! I'LL HAVE YOUR BADGE FOR THIS! YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY!" shouted a very rough, tough, gravelly voice. He sounded pissed to the point of no return.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can bitch all you want, just as long as you keep walking. Oh, and if you want my badge number so bad, its 4015." said a more feminine voice. She sounded tougher as nails. All heads turned toward the hall as a smirk grew across Elliot's face.

"Damn, who's pissed off at Baby Girl now?" questioned Fin.

"Do you mean Detective Benson?" asked Ziva with much interest.

Just as Munch was about to answer her question, a beautiful brunette walked into the bullpen. Actually, it looked more like she stormed in. Tony stared at the detective with a wide grin. She was holding a huge pair of man arms behind his back. She had bangs and dark, mocha locks that bounced playfully and rhythmically with her body. She had eyes that perfectly matched her hair; dark, mocha colored, and a guy could get lost in them. Her hips swayed from side to side so often. It was practically mesmerizing, but she was probably doing it subconsciously. Her lips were pout, full, and had just the right amount of lip gloss. The only thing that damaged her flawless face and perfect features was a bruise the size of a man's hand on her left cheek. Come to think of it, I don't think anybody in the squad room really noticed the giant man's broken nose and left blackened eye. They also hadn't noticed her bruised knuckles.

"Liv! What the hell happened to you? What did this guy do to you?" asked a concerned Elliot, the smirk and his chipper mood obviously gone.

"I didn't do shit to this bitch! She attacked me first! It was self-defense! I swe- OWOWOWOW! That hurts!" screamed the man as Olivia twisted his arm and a small snap rippled through the precinct.

"That's what you get for lying through your rotten teeth." Olivia snapped. "This gentleman here is Maxwell Huffington a.k.a. The Big Huff. He's the bouncer at The Five Senses. Apparently, he has a huge problem with women." Olivia said with a sly smile. Tony thought he was in love. "I was just taking him to interrogation."

"Bitch, I ain't going nowhere with you. I plead the fifth! I know my rights! Imma sue! You can't do- OWOWOWOW! Stop doing that!" Max screamed with pain as Olivia twisted his arm, again.

"Maybe you should try keeping your mouth shut!" snapped Olivia once again through gritted teeth. "I'll be back in no time." she said to her teammates, not even noticing the NCIS team standing around the precinct.

"Well, isn't she just a doll?" said Gibbs, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but he still had his signature Gibbs-smirk plastered on his face.

"You can say that again, Boss." Tony said in agreement with his superior. Gibbs must've thought he was crazy, so he gave him a good whack to the noggin, hoping to knock some sense into DiNozzo, but made no avail. He just stared blankly at Olivia's ass. Sensing her body being watched, she turned swiftly around, staring straight at DiNozzo. He had been caught red-handed. She gave a glare so furious, her chocolaty eyes almost turned red with rage. She obviously wasn't in the mood after getting bitch-slapped in the face by Max. Then she just turned around and kept on walking down to interrogation. Fin and Munch snickered like little school girls spreading around rumors.

"Don't worry she's harmless. Unless you piss her off, then she practically turns into a she-devil." explained Cragen.

"With a Glock!" contributed Munch.

"I'm going to watch the interrogation. Anyone want to join?" invited Cragen as he walked down the corridor that Olivia just went down with their new suspect.

"I will!" Tony volunteered all too eagerly. Everyone watched DiNozzo with huge eyes and surprised expressions. Tony usually didn't volunteer for anything, unless it benefited him. "What? I'm just interested in how Detective Benson conducts her interrogation." Tony tried to explain, but failed miserably.

"Sure." Tim said with uncertainty. "I'll go help Abby find whatever's on the microchip." Tim walked out of the precinct. Melinda, Ducky, and Jimmy also left so they could go review the body and find new evidence.

"I might as well watch this Detective Benson's interrogation techniques." Gibbs said. Elliot gave his former gunnery sergeant a look of disapproval.

"Liv is perfectly capable of getting information out of a suspect without any trouble." said Elliot with a firm, stern voice, defending his partner's credibility. Gibbs gave a slight apologetic look. A slight apologetic look, then he just walked down the hall the detective had taken the suspect. Cragen, Jenny, and Ziva followed Gibbs to watch Olivia interrogate Max.

"DiNozzo, you go with Stabler and go question the husband again. Make sure he didn't leave out any details when Ziva and Fin interviewed him."

"Munch, Fin, try a find some more dirt on our little misogynist friend in there." instructed Cragen. Munch and Fin simultaneously nodded their heads as they left the squad room. Tony let out a whimper. "Great, we get to question destruct-o dad. Ziva told me this guy was ready to blow a fuse when he found out his wife died." Tony stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he and Elliot walked out of the precinct.

"Yeah, I wonder why." Elliot pondered. "Don't grieving husbands usually need help holding back tears, not anger?"

"Maybe when Mary-Anne died, something much more than love died with her." said Tony. Stabler nodded in agreement as he got in the driver's side and Tony got in the passenger's and drove off.

"I told you before and I'll say it again, lady. I don't know who the whore is and I honestly couldn't care less!" screamed Max. He grabbed the profile picture of Mary-Anne Lyman that Olivia kept shoving in his face and ripped it into itty, bitty pieces. He was really starting to get pissed off at this lady cop, and if she kept smothering him with questions like she is now, he just might go ballistic. Personally, the feeling was mutual for Olivia. She hated being surrounded by perps, scumbags, and sickos every single day, but she couldn't just stop. And Max wasn't exactly a happy camper. Olivia slammed down another picture of Lyman, but instead of a nice, neat decent profile, it was a degrading, and utterly disgusting photo of Mary-Anne lying in a discombobulated state, and then another of her lying on the autopsy table. All of a sudden, Max's face fell harder than a 2000 pound weight.

"That whore was a decorated navy lieutenant, a wife, and a mother of three." She started to circle around Max like she was a shark, and he was a poor, helpless, defenseless seal. "Now, usually, we cops suspect the guy who shows the least amount of remorse, and right now, that guy is you, Maxwell."

"Shut up! I HATE being called that name! It makes…it makes me…." "Sound like a wuss, a punk, a worthless piece of crap that no one would even look twice at going down the street." Olivia rambled on as she stepped behind Max, and leaned back against the wall as if she was relaxing at home. And she was just getting started. "Is that was Mary-Anne did? Did she treat you like shit? Did she look at you like you weren't worth any of her time? The giant ass bruise on my face already proves that you don't like women. Maybe your into boys in-"

"I SAID SHUT UP! YEAH, YEAH I SAW THAT BITCH LYMAN. YEAH I CHATTED HER UP AND SHOVED MY TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT, BUT THAT WAS IT! THAT I SWEAR." He stood up and got into Olivia's personal space. Jenny raised an eyebrow at the captain. "Don't worry Director. Liv knows what she's doing."

"THAT BITCH DIDN'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO HANDLE ME ANYWAY! IF ANYTHING ELSE HAPPENED TO HER, THEN MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF THOSE GUYS THAT WAS GRINDING UP AGAINST HER!" shouted Max. He was practically blue in the face and all the tattoos all over his arms looked like they were ready to jump off of his skin.

"Hold up." said Olivia with much curiosity in her voice. She pushed Max back into the chair, mainly because she was tired of smelling his whiskey breath. Lord knows she smelled enough of it as a kid. "What guys?"

"Well, once Lyman came in-" Before Max gave anymore details, he gave Olivia a strange look; a look that Olivia knew all too well, and she knew exactly what it meant.

"What exactly do I get if I give you this information, Detective Benson?" asked Max with a sly smile.

"You get to keep my foot out of your ass. Now talk!" Olivia said as she slammed her hands down on the table, switching over to Bad-Ass Benson mode.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, Missy. Your little scare tactics and pitiful threats won't work on me this time. I know you don't want me to ask for a lawyer, but maybe if you give me what I want, I'll give you what you want." he said with a not at all subtle wink. Olivia was just about tired of being treated like a sex object, so she did what she always does in situations like this: improvise. She leisurely walked down to her seat and positioned it perfectly in front of Max as a slow smile grew on her face.

"Uh, what exactly is she doing?" asked Ziva. "It looks as if she wants him to get in her pants." "Olivia knows what she's doing. Just watch." said Cragen. So they did. They watched as Olivia slowly leaned in, they smile on her face only kept getting bigger. Then, in what seemed like only a nanosecond, the smile on her face was gone and her right boot came into direct contact with Max's no-no spot. Max's face fell once again and he was left in unbelievable pain. Olivia was glad she chose today to wear her new heels; the ones that without the proper training, she couldn't walk five steps in.

"Now, Max, about what I want; I would like nothing more than to give you a free sex change, but if you tell me everything about what happened the night Mary-Anne Lyman came to your club, I just might let your boys live to see another day." Olivia swiftly twisted her foot, twisting Max's boys with it. "And I stress the word might in the strongest of ways." Ziva let out a discreet chuckle as she watched the tears starting to form in the suspect's eyes. She always enjoyed watching a good, and very well deserved punishment.

"Talk."

"Um, well, your navy chick came in looking all dolled up with some girlfriends. They were already drunk. When they walked in, a whole bunch of guys went up to them and they danced, well everybody except Lyman. She just sat off at their table." Olivia finally rested her foot to the ground.

"Could you describe her girlfriends?"

"Yeah, three blondes, one red-head, all hot." Olivia just rolled her eyes. 'Typical response.' she thought. "Oh yeah, and they were all married." "How do you know?"

"Same way any man figures out." informed Max, casually nodding to Olivia's left hand. "Anyway, Lyman sat down at the table, and ordered drinks for them, even though she was the only at their table drinking. Then this guy came up to her, and not long after, they were grinding on each other on the dance floor. And I have to say, it was pretty damn hot!"

"Anything else you can remember about them?" pushed Olivia. She still felt like he was holding something back.

"Yeah, Lyman got in a fight with one of the blondes, but I don't remember which one. She left out the back and didn't come back in. I think we both know why."

"Did you see anybody else leave not too long after, maybe they looked suspicious."

"Doll, let me tell you something." Olivia cringed at the nickname Max used. She hated nicknames like doll, and babe, and sweetheart, but mainly doll. "Everybody, in that club looks suspicious. Especially when 5 moms are shaking their asses off in the middle of a club."

"Hold the hell up, how do you know they were mothers?" Olivia asked sounding very pissed that the suspect had not shared this information ahead of time.

"They all had stretch marks. They were wearing some very revealing clothing." Max said with a smirk.

"Did we get the video surveillance from in or outside the club yet?" asked Gibbs, still watching from behind the one-way window, very irritated that this was not taken care of sooner. "On it Gibbs!" yelled Ziva as she whipped out her phone to call McGee so he could go and find the videos, then DiNozzo so he could question Mr. Lyman about his wife and girlfriends. "We also need to find out where Lyman's friends are."

"They probably live in her neighborhood." contributed Jenny. "They could just as well be a horde of soccer moms." Cragen and Gibbs nodded their heads in agreement.

"I could send Benson with David so they can find the moms."

"Sure, think she got enough out of the suspect?" inquired Gibbs.

"Yeah, just let me get her attention." said Cragen as he rhythmically knocked on the glass window, signaling the detective through the window. Olivia looked back, a little disappointed, but followed the orders. She looked at Max, and then got up to leave.

"Wait, don't I get a phone call or something?" asked a concerned Max, not wanting to be left all alone in the room.

"No. You're not under arrest, you're just a suspect, but you can't leave just yet. Just stay here." ordered Olivia as she casually stepped out of the interrogation room. She was surprised when she saw an elegant looking red-head with shoulder length hair and bright green eyes standing next a gruff looking man with icy blue eyes, with one seriously messed up haircut. Her captain looked at her, and then finally decided to introduce them.

"Olivia, I would like for you to meet a few members of the NCIS team; Director Jennifer Shepard and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." dictated Cragen. Olivia turned towards Gibbs and Jenny and stuck out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Detective Benson." She grabbed Jenny hand and shook it and repeated the same process with Gibbs.

"Hello, Detective. We have heard many good things about you." said Jenny.

"Oh, I wish I could say the same." joked Olivia. "Um, NCIS, doesn't that stand for Naval…."

"Criminal Investigative Service." finished Gibbs. He gave Olivia an infamous Gibbs smirk.

"Gibbs, I informed McGee and Abby to look for the videotapes and told Tony and Stabler to ask the father about the housewives." reported Ziva as she returned to her previous spot in front of the interrogation mirror. When Ziva looked up from her phone, she saw the brunette that was twisting a man's arm but a few moments ago. Olivia was impressed by the woman in front of her. She was beautiful, not that she had a thing for women, but she was a looker. She had long, dark brown, curly hair and high cheek bones. She had a sleek figure and obviously took good care of her body. Olivia felt as though this was a woman she could relate with.

"Detective Benson, Officer David. Officer David, Detective Benson." The women exchange looks and then clasped each others hands.

"Shalom, Detective Benson." greeted Ziva. "Shalom, Officer David." reiterated Olivia. The ladies alternated smiles and let go of the grip.

"Now, you two can go and track down these soccer moms and bring all of them in for questioning."ordered Cragen.

"Sure thing Cap. Let's go David." Olivia went to her desk and grabbed her jacket, cell phone and Glock.

"Detective, would you mind terribly if I drove? We would get around much faster." questioned Ziva.

"Be my guest, and please, everyone calls me Liv, Officer David."

"Thank you detective, and do call me Ziva." responded Ziva as she and Olivia proceeded to the garage.