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Their plane started to fly at nine pm. Tony was all glad that Ducky was with them, because that was how he wasn't alone in a plane with Gibbs. Their flight was almost three hours long, but because of the time difference, they landed at almost eleven pm instead of almost midnight. They then were checking into a hotel to get some rest.
The flight was okay, but they were all happy when they were finally able to get some sleep.
In the morning they drove to the crime scene.
The police hadn't changed a thing and so Gibbs, Tony and Ducky could do their job as always.
"Identification?" Gibbs asked the police officer.
"A Petty Officer Smith. He is twenty-nine years old and lives in Norfolk. What he is doing here is unknown so far", the man in his fifties said. He was thoroughly fit and his uniform was clean. He wore his gun and his hair was black, matching the color of the weapon.
While Gibbs was talking to the police officer, Tony and Ducky stood over the body.
"Unlike the Petty Officer in our autopsy, this one here was not stabbed, he was shot in his heart. Time of death is about three days before Petty Officer Brandy was stabbed", the doctor explained.
"Enough time for the murderer to fly to D.C.", Tony said before looking around, "Hey! Has anyone seen the bullet?"
Some police men just looked at him, before the police officer and Gibbs walked over to them.
"No, we haven't found a bullet yet", the police officer answered.
"Then we should help. Ducky, you'll call McGee. Tell him what we found", Gibbs said before Tony and he were helping the police men looking for the bullet.
The Petty Officer laid in a forest. Around them were trees, bushes, bushes and trees.
"Probie would love it here", Tony admitted, digging in the ground.
It took him a few seconds before saying, "Boss?"
Gibbs and the police men went over to Tony who then said, "Found it", before putting the bullet into a jar.

Ducky was working in the police station, giving Gibbs and Tony time to go look for the store. Was the murderer of the two Petty Officers one of the people who worked at Martha's Garden?
Whatever they were about to find out, Tony and Gibbs were on their way to the florist.
The store was in a long, not so pretty, street. The houses were either gray or beige and in the windows were white curtains. It had something from a lost, forgotten place.
The name of the store stood on the door and when Gibbs opened the door and the two federal agents entered the store, the smell of all different kind of flowers came into their noses.
On the walls were shelves full of the most different kind of flowers. In the middle of the room were some tables with flowers, too.
It was a nice little store with a wide range of products.
Walking over to the counter the two men from Washington D.C. were looking around to find some employee.
And as soon as they reached the counter, a brunette woman, in her late twenties, walked out of the room behind the counter.
"Hi, how can I help you?" The woman said. Her green eyes matched her brown, short and curly hair. She had a few freckles on her face and was a head smaller than Tony. She wore a black jeans and a white top to her white high heels.
Gibbs showed his identity while saying, "Special Agents Gibbs, DiNozzo, we're from the NCIS in Washington, D.C."
The woman processed this information for a couple of seconds before saying, "I'm Brooke Marshall. So, Washington? What brings you to Minneapolis then?"
"A body of a Petty Officer we found in Washington had a bouquet on his torso. The bouquet was from this store and it also had a card, saying that here was another body. The police told us that they found the body and so we came", Tony explained shortly but good-enough.
Brooke raised her eyebrows in surprise and speechlessness, "So you think I did it?"
"As long as you don't have an alibi..."
"Well I never flew to Washington, you can check that."
She wasn't sure if her thoughts were right at the moment, but there was a huge possibility, Brooke knew, that this wasn't good. How was that even possible? But all she could say, was, that she didn't kill that Petty Officer.
"We will. But we also need to check who bought the bouquet. You run something like that, right?"
"Sure, but that's not my job, it's Lexa's", the brunette didn't say anything more because she was thinking how this was weirder than she thought.
"Lexa?" Tony asked, trying to get information, which he then got.
"Alexandra. She works with me here, she runs the counter. She has lunch break. She'll be back in a few minutes though."
Gibbs nodded.

"They okay, aren't they?" Abby said while walking up in down in her lab, McGee sitting in front of her computer.
"Of course they are, Abby", the special agent assured her.
"But they haven't called in yet. Maybe I should call them!"
"They're fine. They're working on the case, that's all. Just call them if you found anything."
Abby nodded, "Alright. Why don't you call him then?"
"It's like I said", McGee said, looking into her eyes when she finally stood still, "Ziva and I didn't find anything. His workmates didn't know anything."
Sometimes the scientist worried too much. But yet, she hated when someone from the team flew somewhere, because she then didn't know what would happen. Even if they left the building she wasn't feeling all well, but that was okay. It was more the flights that scared her. To have them at a place she didn't know.

It was the time of waiting that seemed the longest. They were talking to Brooke, but actually it was no useful information at all. Tony would soon call McGee and tell him to check whether this Brooke really never flew to Washington. But first they had to wait for this Lexa to come out. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Time passing by.
And again it gave him time to think about Kate. How he was just standing in her favorite florists. It was like Marguerite Duras in Blue Eyes, Black Hair said »As long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.« Yes, it did. What hadn't happen between them? Everything. So much. What did he do wrong in his life to not deserving her, to not had having another day. He lost his mom. He hadn't had the best relationship to his dad. He lost Jeanne. He lost his car. He had the plague. But what was worth than all of this together? That he lost Kate. He could never ever look into her beautiful, shiny eyes. Those which were full of life, those which were perfect. He would never ever be able to see her beautiful lips move. He would never ever smell her hair or perfume again. But the memory lasted. He would never forget her. But maybe it was true and you sort of live in heaven. They could be happy in heaven. If she wanted him, too. What if, she was mad at him for not having done that before? What if she wouldn't be able to forgive him how he never told her. How he let her wait for him as if he was something special, someone who deserved to be excpected and loved. No, he wasn't worth it. He didn't save Kates life, he didn't save Jennys life. He hurt a woman he later fell in love with, Jeanne. At least he had save Zivas life. But that was why he did it. He was so shocked. He remembered how he felt when they all thought that Ziva was dead. But he made his way to look and go kill her murderer to take revenge. He did that, because he didn't do it for Kate. He thought that maybe somehow, this all was okay then. Of course it wasn't. Yes, Ziva was alive. But why was he able to save her life, but not the one of the woman he missed so much every single second? He didn't know. And there was no one who could've answered his questions if he ever asked someone that. It was just than when he remembered something Gibbs once said. It was when Kate was still alive.
The supposedly Jane Doe turned out to have only messed around with Kate. In the end Jane Doe killed herself in a bombing. In a little shock Kate said outside, alone, afterwards.
Tony looked at Gibbs, "We gotta do something, boss", Tony said, not able to see her in such a depressed mood. He wanted to go over to her, pull her into his arms, and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
"Have you ever made a mistake, Tony?"
"According to you or to me?"
"You", Gibbs simply said.
"Yeah."
"Could anyone make you feel better?" Gibbs asked him, silent filling the air. Tony paused before answering with a "No."
Gibbs was right. When you made a mistake there was no one, nothing, to make you feel better. You could distract yourself with doing other stuff. You could go, watch a movie or a TV show you've seen a hundred times already. But in the end, you'd be alone, and you would always know that you did a mistake. And that there was no way of making it good again, or to change it back.
It was how life was. You had your good, and your bad moments. And maybe the good once will outweigh, but the bad once will be the once we remember the most.

"But what if Gibbs calls us now?" McGee said, sitting in the bullpen with Ziva.
"What should be then?"
"Then what should we say? That we didn't find anything?"
Ziva looked at him, "What else? It is the truth."
"Yeah, I know. But Gibbs wants to get something to work with and we sort of have nothing."
"Maybe we don't have anything, but they have something", Ziva said, talking about the body they were with right at the moment.
McGee nodded, "Yeah, another body."
"Alright, maybe another body is not what we were looking for, but maybe they find anything in Minneapolis."
"Or not, which would make Gibbs mad, then he'd give us a call, wanting to hear news from us, which we don't have, which will make him even more angry. And no, I will not be the one to tell him that then", McGee shortly explained, making Ziva look at him with big eyes, "So, you think I will tell him bad news?"
"I don't think so, Ziva, I know you will."
"Why me?"
McGee shrugged, "Because I don't want to make him mad."
Ziva just looked at him with a touché expression.

»Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something«, the quote from Sharon Creech starts. And oh boy, Tony was waiting. Gibbs and he were still talking to Brooke about whether there were other employees working in the store, too, but she said there weren't. And it was just then when the door behind Gibbs and Tony opened and a woman stepped in.
When Brooke looked past the federl agents and she recognized her co-worker and friend, a smile established on her face and she said, "Oh, there she is."
Both, Gibbs and Tony, turned around. »and then when it happens, you feel sad«, the quote ended in Tonys head when he saw the woman that looked just like her.

Whaaat just happened? Cliffhanger! :D