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"I would have preferred doing it..."
The double doors to Director Vance's office burst open and Kelsey stood infront of his desk with clenched fists.
"I'll call you later. Goodbye." He hung up the phone and she glared at him.
"You knew...you knew!!" she yelled.
"Knew what?" Vance asked, standing.
"You specifically assigned us to that case. You knew it was my brother. What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"I thought you would rather deal with it instead of letting someone else." He came around his desk to her.
"Some warning would have been nice." Kelsey placed her hands on her hips as he took another step closer. They stood face to face for a few moments, before he stepped back and leaned on his desk with his arms crossed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kelsey asked again. His phone began ringing but they still stared at eachother. He finally turned away and Kelsey strutted out of the room and down the the morgue. Of course Ducky wasn't there, but she could at least calm herself down while she waited. She had no true intentions of going back to the scene.
"Miss...Miss Montague...?" Palmer had a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Wake up," he hissed. Kelsey looked at him and rubbed her cold, left cheek. She saw two dead bodies laying on the exam tables across the room.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Gibbs is going to be on his way down here in a few mintues. He isn't very...happy with you right now. I just thought I would let you know." He said sheepishly. Kelsey stood and walked toward the tables and turned to face him.
"Thanks. Do you uh, know where Ducky went?" Palmer pointed behind her and she turned to see him returning to the room.
"Ah. Miss Kelsey, your awake now." she nodded and approached him as he eyed her with a sad expression.
"Gibbs is..."
" Yeah, quiet pissed, I know," she said, cutting his slow speech short.
He nodded. "Well yes."
Kelsey extended a hand to the bodies. "Is there anything you can tell me about this one?" She asked.
It was the bald one, the one that was in the drivers seat; her brother.
"Well he died of a gun shot wound to the head. It passed through the central lobe and killed him quite quickly. If that bullet hadn't, though, it looks like his leukimia soon would have. Poor boy, only about 16." Kelsey nodded for him to continue. "He was in excellent physical shape despite the cancer though. He was a bit skinny, but such a thing is to be expected. Isn't it?" he asked the body. Kelsey turned her attention to the other body.
"What about him?" she asked.
"16 or so as well. His neck was broken. And these marks here, on his neck..." Ducky points to the marks with his index finger, "...indicate that someone forcefully snapped his neck..."
"In these files over here are the identities of the two victims." He began going toward his desk to get them.
"No need, I better get going. Thank you, Ducky." She walked through the doors and waited at the elevator, but noticed it coming down, and decided to take the stairs.