"Boss!"
"What DiNozzo?"
"I think I found an ex-boyfriend of Hannah Jones!"
Gibbs looked up at Tony's eager face.
"Think?"
"His name is Henry Lowell." McGee said, using the clicker to show the facts on the suspect, "He has a record for assault, theft and has a restraining order against him."
"Did Jones file it?" Ziva asked.
"Nope!" Tony said, snatching the clicker from McGee, "It was filed three years ago by the then-22-year-old Petty Officer Camilla Webster."
"Boss! Ziva and I interviewed Webster at Jones' base." McGee said.
"And she was not very upset." Ziva said, recalling the woman's hostility.
"McGee, Tony! Go talk to Webster." Gibbs said, tossing McGee the keys, "Ziva and I are going to talk to family members."
"Tony! Knock it off!" McGee yelled for the third time, "I can't drive with the music so loud!"
"You can't drive at all!"
McGee was grateful when they arrived.
"Agent McGee!"
"Commander Pike, this is Special Agent DiNozzo."
"Have you found Jones' killer?" he asked, shaking Tony's hand.
"No sir," McGee said, "But we'd like to see if Petty Officer Camilla Webster could answer a few more questions."
Nodding, Pike led them over to the Petty Officer.
"Petty Officer Webster?"
"Oh Agent McGee and-" she paused with a flirty smile
"Senior Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." he said, flashing her his signature smile.
"Anyway," McGee said, "We need you to tell us about Henry Lowell."
"That bastard!?"
McGee cringed at her tone. Hell hath no fury…
"You filed a restraining order against him."
"Hell yeah!" Webster said, "The man obviously was at the top of his Stalking 101 class. I went on one date with him and he want to get me pregnant!"
"Yikes." Tony said, "He just followed you around?"
"Yeah," Webster answered, folding her arms across her chest, "and he only stopped when he was threatened with jail time."
"Did you know if Lowell dated Hannah?" McGee asked.
"Like I said," Webster shrugged, "she said she had no time for men. And I just couldn't see her with Henry."
"Why's that?" Tony asked.
"Someday she wanted picket fences, 2.5 children, and loving husband. But she always talked about waiting until she was 28, or something like that."
"Thank you Petty Officer Webster."
In the parking lot, McGee and Tony talked over the hood of the car.
"Nice to meet you. What's your favorite color? Have my baby." Tony said in a creepy high pitched voice.
"I have this feeling we're on to something bigger, Tony."
Sighing they both got in the car. And as Tony was pulling out of the parking lot, McGee's phone rang.
"McGee."
Tony watched the color drain from McGee's face as he said 'uh-huh' to whoever was on the line.
"What is it Probie?"
"Tony," McGee cleared his throat, "another woman was stabbed in the stomach."
"Was she pregnant?" Tony asked, his throat tightening.
"They think at least five months." McGee said softly.
As they stopped at red light, Tony hit his fist against the steering wheel, making the horn honk and causing the guy in the car next to them to flip them off. McGee quickly put his hand over Tony's gun holster.
"We need you on the case, not in prison."
Gibbs rubbed his temples. They were at the second crime scene and they had nothing. Well a suspect, but dammit! Five months pregnant! Murdered in a drainage ditch along the highway. Petty Officer Angela Gaits was only 21.
"Jethro?"
"What do you got Duck?" he said, turning his attention to Ducky and the body.
"TOD presents itself at approximately 13 hours ago." Duck told him, "Mr. Palmer! Get the gurney!"
"Right away Doctor."
"Where are Tony and McGee!?" Gibbs said, not really upset with them.
"We're here, Boss." Tony said with McGee in tow.
"McGee, photos. Tony-"
"Bag and tag." Tony finished, "On it."
"Gibbs!"
"Anyone see or hear anything?" Gibbs asked Ziva as she jogged up to him.
Ziva shook her head. Gibbs saw that she was distressed, but knew pointing it out would be lethal, even to him.
"You can get the baby's DNA now, right?" Gibbs asked Abby, who was in an especially foul mood.
"What," she spat back, "you think I lied last time!?"
"Abby."
His soft voice comforted her enough for her to stop the sassy remarks.
"Yes." she said as though she was a teen being dragged to high school, "But no matches were found, not even to our prime suspect Henry Lowell."
"We are still gonna bring him in." Gibbs assured her, "Was it the same weapon?"
"Yes," Abby nodded, "a fire poker. And before you ask. No. There were no prints on it."
"Take 60 on the couch Abs." Gibbs murmured in her ear, then kissed her cheek.
"But Gibbs, I-"
"Now, Abby," Gibbs said, pointing to her futon, "that or be off the case."
Now that was a fate worse than death for Abby. She scurried to the futon and lay down.
"I am sleeeeeping!"
Gibbs just chuckled while hitting the lights.
"Ah, Jethro." Ducky said as the pressurized doors opened, "I was just going to call you."
"I'm here now Duck." Gibbs told him, looking at the body Petty Officer Gait.
"Jethro, I had Mr. Palmer pull some old cold case files for me." Ducky said, covering Angela Gait, "And I may have discovered a connection."
"From a cold case?" Gibbs said dryly, he, like any other field agent despised cold cases.
"Three actually," Ducky said, leading them to his desk, "and they all match our perp's ID."
Gibbs felt the bile rise up from his stomach at the photos. All three women had been stabbed strait through and all had been pregnant. He checked the dates. Col. Bethany Holton, 14 months ago. Lt. Cheyenne Cabot, 17 months ago. Petty Officer Nancy Green, 25 months ago. Gibbs began to dial.
"Ziva!" he barked, "You three go to cold cases and get three cases. Col. Bethany Holton, Lt. Cheyenne Cabot and Petty Officer Nancy Green."
Snapping his cell shut he looked at Ducky.
"Did anyone know she was pregnant?" Ducky asked, having been instilled with Gibbs' denial of coincidences along with the others.
Gibbs shook his head, glancing down at the covered body.
"Your Diagnosis, Dr. Mallard."
"I am afraid we have ourselves a brutal and ruthless serial killer. And I think our dear Chelsea is the only survivor of this perp's vendetta."
PHOOMPH!