Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.

1. I forgot to mention that this fits within the Berlin Rewrite/ Moments universe. I really sorry for any confusion.

2. I cannot stress how much that I am NOT military or a trained investigator. I simply had an idea that I wanted to explore. Not everything is going to be accurate.

The next day, Team Bishop came in, ready to dig deeper into Staff Sergeant Ferguson's life. Wilson appeared to get over his hangover as well. Yesterday had been a slow start to it. Staff Sergeant Ferguson seemed to be a really nice guy. Everyone they spoke to confirmed it; friends, family, colleagues. No one had a bad thing to say about him. This did not help the investigation though. Neither did the fact that there was nothing on the security videos, or any other trace elements on the body.

Kasie had come up toward the end of the day with the results of the tests she had done. The particulars that Jimmy had found were flint and paper. Frankly, this did not help things and simply gave Team Bishop more questions that answers, like what was Ferguson killed with and what was the shape at the base of his neck?

Today was about tracing Ferguson's footsteps for the last week of his life. Where was he going, what was he doing and who was he doing it with? Anderson, Wilson and Cabot had spent most of the morning on the phone and adding things to the timeline they were creating.

'Update' called Ellie, about mid-morning. Everyone went over to Bishop's desk.

'Ferguson was at his shift every day; ten-hour shift. Nothing out of the ordinary there' said Cabot. 'He worked alongside Staff Sergeant Emily Roberts. She told me that Ferguson was great to work with. He was always on time and never gave her any problems. I checked the permits he dealt with. Most of them were renewals for already existing permits.'

'What about when he wasn't at work?' asked Ellie. Wilson took the clicked from Cabot.

'I spoke to the other marines on his floor' he said, clicking. 'Ferguson was a nice guy to live next to, unlike my neighbours who like to have really loud-'

'Wilson' warned Ellie.

'Sorry boss. My point is that Ferguson didn't give anyone a reason to dislike living with him. Outside of work and the barracks, Ferguson helped coach a local little league team on Saturdays and volunteered at one of the Marine's helplines on Tuesdays and Thursdays evenings.'

'Which one?'

'The Military Mental Health Helpline.'

'I've started going through his finances boss' began Anderson. But no large transactions of any kind. Ferguson lived within his means, had no debt and like to save a portion of his salary each month.' Ellie turned to look at her team.

'That's it?' she asked.

'Boss, we can't find a reason for why someone would target Ferguson' said Cabot. 'Everyone said he's a-'

'Really nice guy.' Ellie finished. She thought for a moment. 'Floor' she ordered, pointing it. Anderson, Wilson and Cabot groaned but sat on the floor anyway.

'What about Ferguson's last day? Sunday? Go.'

'He went to church on base' began Wilson. 'Like he did every Sunday. A couple of people saw him talking to a man with short blond hair, but anyone I spoke to didn't know the man's name.'

'Ferguson also went for a run in the early evening' said Cabot, flicking through his notes. 'About 7.30pm on Sunday. I have a couple of witnesses see him leave around then but no one saw him come back.'

'So, whatever happened to him, happened between 7.30pm on Sunday evening and one am on Monday morning' confirmed Ellie. Her phone rang and Ellie stood up quickly to answer it. She maybe 51, but Ellie was still fit and healthy as she was when she first started at NCIS. Her training sessions with Nick made sure of that.

'Hello? OK, ok. Thanks.' She hung up. 'Grab your gear. We've got another body. Dead sailor in an alley way Georgetown.' Everyone went and grabbed their bags, and made their way out of the building.

The alley in Georgetown couldn't be further from the Jefferson Memorial if it tried. First of all, it was not a public monument. Anderson was interviewing the homeless man who found the body, Cabot was taking photos and Wilson was taking measurements and sketching.

'Huh, oh come on' came a young woman's voice. She was trying to push the gurney towards the body but it had gotten caught on something.

'Tiffany?' asked Wilson. 'Are you alright?'

'Yes, Agent Wilson. I'm alright. Just doing battle with the gurney again.' Tiffany flashed Wilson a nervous smile. Tiffany had only been an assistant for seven months. She was twenty-three and terrified that she was going to get fired. She reminded Jimmy a lot of himself when he first started at NCIS, though unlike Jimmy, Tiffany never made inappropriate comments or jokes.

Ellie walked over to the body. A young man wearing a navy uniform was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open and a cut across his throat.

'What have you got, Jimmy?' asked Ellie.

'Well, apart from sore lower back thanks to my training session with Nick last night, only one thing is different. Similar wound to Staff Sergeant Ferguson, and I'd say similar time of death as well but there is this wound as well.' Jimmy lifted the body up so that Ellie could see.

'Is that an eye?' asked Ellie. What looked like an eye had been carved into the base of the victim's neck, the same location as Staff Sergeant Ferguson.

'It could be but I'll know more after the autopsy.' Ellie smiled at that line. Ducky had passed it down to Jimmy. Jimmy and Tiffany started to prepare the body for transfer. Anderson came over.

'Very similar to the Jefferson Memorial crime scene boss. Jake, the homeless guy, found the body about two hours ago. He was looking for a place to set up camp for the night.'

'Any security cameras?'

'One. The Chinese takeaway across the street has a camera that covers the entrance of the alley but it doesn't show much of inside the alley.'

Just then, a black car drew up and parked outside the Chinese takeaway. The doors opened and Monica Lopez got out with another agent. Ellie went over, her suspicious-o-meter doing over time.

'Lopez' said Ellie.

'Bishop.'

'What's FBI doing here? We have a dead petty officer in an alleyway.'

'Anything you can tell me?' asked Lopez.

'Anything you can tell me?' retorted Ellie. The two women stared each other down. Ellie knew that the FBI were not showing their full hand, and Lopez knew that Ellie knew. Eventually, Lopez backed down slightly.

'Keep me in the loop Ellie.'

'Why Monica? Why is the FBI so interested in a dead petty officer?'

'I can't tell you Ellie. It's need to know.' Lopez turned and made her way back to her car leaving Team Bishop wondering what on earth the FBI knew that they didn't. As the FBI left the crime scene, Ellie turned back to her team.

'Do we have an ID?' she asked.

'Petty Officer first class David Norton' said Anderson. 'Store keeper at Pax River.'

'Anderson, get over there and speak to his CO. Wilson, Cabot, you stay here and finish processing the crime scene.'

'Where are you going boss?' asked Wilson.

'To see our lovely director. Try and figure out why the FBI is so interested in our case.'

Thank you for reading. I really do hope you enjoyed it.