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Chapter Three
Getting Closer to the Answers
Tony lay on his bed until his phone rang, startling him awake.
"DiNozzo." He says groggily.
"DiNozzo, are you alright to come back to work? We need another set of hands." Tony lets out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God. I was dying of boredom. Yeah I'll be there in an hour"
Gibbs hung up his phone and looks at Tim interrogating mister Reichmann. All in all the man seemed to be torn apart by his wife's murder. But looks could be deceiving; Gibbs knew that all too well. Fortunately for mister Reichmann, he had an alibi for the previous night. His secretary was his alibi; Zipporah Berkowicz. Gibbs had a gut feeling that Reichmann had been having an affair with her and it didn't help that there wasn't in fact a business meeting. Gibbs was frustrated; they had no leads and very little evidence.
Abby listened to her loud music; she danced around the room as she was working. She was examining the bullet that was found in the victim. On her screen was a scenario of the shooting, showing the possible angles in which the woman could've been shot. She ran the bullet type into the computer to find a match. The woman had been killed by only one shot and it also showed that the shooter was far off when he had shot her. Abby suspected he was a trained professional, probably a hit man. Her computer dinged just as Gibbs walked into the lab.
"What ya got Abs?" He asks casually as he hands her a Caf pow. Abby smiles at him and turns to her screen. She explains to him her suspicions by showing him the angle scenarios.
"Thanks Abs." He says, kissing her on the cheek.
"Wait, that's not all." She exclaims. Gibbs turns back around to look at her.
"You see this bullet?" She says gesturing to the bullet on her table. He nods.
"This kind of bullet is government issue. Israeli government, to be exact." She says. Gibbs face turns serious and he rushes out of her lab.
"Why, thanks Abby." Abby says mocking Gibbs, wanting the appreciation. She sits on her stool, pouting and grabs her hippo. She sips her Caf pow and squeezes Bert, he farts and a smile lights her face.
Tony walks into the bullpen with his back pack. He places it next to his desk as he sits on his chair. McGee walks to his desk and sits down silently without saying a word to Tony. He starts to work on his computer, keeping an eye out for Tony because he knows Tony will ask him something or make a rude remark. Tony stays silent, McGee slowly turns his head around, to find a pair of green eyes near his face, he jumps back and lets out a: "Jesus Tony!" Tony had been standing next to McGee, waiting for him to turn around. Tony burst out laughing.
"Geez McGirly, don't wet your pants." McGee frowns.
"Happy to entertain. Glad you're back to normal." McGee mumbles. Tony goes back to his desk and turns on his computer. McGee goes back to his work. He was annoyed. Everything was silent for about ten minutes until Tony speaks up, though this time he sounds serious.
"Tim, could, you, uh, look for the, uh, never mind." He says, turning back to his computer, though this time he looks troubled and not amused. McGee sighs, he knew after the stunt Tony pulled earlier he shouldn't help him, but his better judgment won over.
"I'll try to find it Tony, but there are no guaranties. It's very possible that your records haven't been put on the computer files." Tony gives him a thankful look.
"Thanks, Tim. I… You're a good friend." McGee only smiles as he types rapidly on his keyboard.
NCIS
Ziva had asked Gibbs for part of the morning off. He didn't ask why and silently nodded at her. She left soon after to head for the doctor's office.
Ziva arrived at the doctor's office right on time; she waited for her doctor in an uncomfortable plastic chair. Ten minutes later a nurse calls out: "Ziva David."
Ziva gets up from her seat and says: "It's pronounced Dahveed." The nurse plasters on a fake smile and points to which room she had to go into. Ziva sits on the paper covered bed and waits for her doctor. Her doctor walks in and shuts the door behind him.
"Hello doctor Andrews." She says, becoming stiffer in her seat; she was anticipating for the worst.
"Please, I told you before, call me Ray." He says smiling at her. He sits down in front of her.
"Okay, Ziva, Dr. Hamelin, a colleague of mine, and I have gone over your test results. There's no easy way to tell you this, but we strongly believe you have breast cancer." Ziva stares blankly at her doctor; she hadn't expected this, not really.
"I know that this is very hard to hear and understand right now. To make sure our assumptions are correct we'll need a blood sample. If it is breast cancer, we'll perform a biopsy to see how progressed it is." Ziva can only nod.
The doctor takes out a needle. Ziva hated needles; actually she hated to admit it, but she feared them. Ever since Somalia she feared needles, she had never told anyone this. The doctor took her blood; she forced herself to calm down and not to bolt out of the room. The doctor put a label on her blood and snapped off his gloves. He jotted something down in his notebook. "Our next appointment will be three days from now. At the same time?" He says, unsure of her schedule. She nods.
"Ziva," he says concerned, "will you be alright driving to work? Do you want me to call someone to come and get you?" She shakes her head vigorously, she didn't want anyone knowing about this; she didn't want anyone to think she was weak. "No. I will be fine. I just want my results. Good-bye, doctor." She says, getting up off the bed and walking out the door confidently. Though she felt her knees waver, she kept up her façade.
McGee's computer dinged and a file popped up on his computer.
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