Chapter 6
"So, Boss we going to go collect Booth?" Tony asked as Gibbs scurried away, the whole team chasing after him.
"Nope, Booth didn't kill Luring." Gibbs said without looking back.
"What?" came the collective reply.
"He had the means," said Mary.
"Opportunity…" Marshall continued.
"And definitely the motive." Ziva concluded.
"Boss, you can't just let him get away. He is in all likelihood guilty." McGee had come into the picture at the most opportune time.
Gibbs turned around and sighed. "Call off the warrant. Call Ducky, tell him he made a mistake on the autopsy and has changed his results to accidental death due to a few too many drinks and bar fights. Marshalls Shannon and Mann, thank you for coming out to oversee the investigation of the death of your witness, I would advise you to book your flight back to Albuquerque. I'm going to go get some coffee."
"But, Boss," Tony began.
"Do it DiNozzo!" came the order from the elevator as the doors closed.
"Is he for real?" Mary asked, staring incredulously at Gibbs' team.
Marshall raised his eyebrows in agreement with Mary. "As enforcers of the law, is it really okay for us to just let this man walk away, for a reason that only Gibbs knows?"
Tony, Ziva and McGee did not know the answer to that question. They were just as confused as Mary and Marshall when Jenny finally piped up and said, "C'mon everyone, let's go to Ducky's lab and see if he and I can clear up some of your confusion."
Gibbs sighed as he walked through the cemetery. Coincidentally, it was the same one that he had buried his wife and daughter in so many years ago. The trees were larger now, as, unfortunately, was the cemetery.
He saw the man he was looking for leaning against a grave stone, tears streaming down his unshaven, but still recognizable face. "Booth," he called. The man looked up. "My name is Gibbs," he took out his badge. "I'm with NCIS."
"I guess you're here to arrest me, huh?" Booth asked, looking up at the silver-haired agent.
"Nope," Gibbs said, sitting down on the other side of the grave marker. "I'm here to shake your hand."
Booth gave Gibbs the fiftieth incredulous look he had received in a short amount of time. "Are you for real? 'Cause if you're any kind of good investigator you woulda figured out that I killed that bastard."
Gibbs sighed. "You've killed lots of bastards Booth. I've killed lots of bastards. It's the job description of a sniper."
"You were a sniper?"
Gibbs just smiled. "Do you ever really stop being a sniper? Hey, look do you mind if I tell you a story?"
"Go ahead." Booth was just astounded by the man who was sitting next to him.
"Alright, here it goes. And I have to warn you right now, this whole story is completely true."
Next chapter: The story. Sorry about the short/belated update. But look at it this way: It is an update!! I'm off school for a little while so hopefully I'll have this story wrapped up by the end of break. Thanks for reading; Please review!