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Chapter 7
The Interrogation Scene
Abby insisted on being in the viewing room to witness the interrogation when they brought Oliver Norman in for questioning. They had his DNA at the scene of the crime, and Ziva had tracked down a witness that put him in the park that night. Now they just needed a motive. As much as she tried to jog Tony's memory about the conversation, he could remember nothing more. She held his hand in the viewing room so he could see what was going on, and she felt his hand squeeze tightly around hers when they brought the killer into the small room.
Now was, hopefully, when they would find out why exactly Norman had decided to kill Tony. Abby was very curious about it, and she didn't need Tony to say the words to know that he was too. This man had taken his life- ended his life. There had better be a damn good reason.
It was not a surprise to anybody that Gibbs was doing the questioning, leaving Ziva and McGee to join Abby and the invisible Tony in the viewing room. None of them spoke as they watched Gibbs enter the room and take the seat across from Norman. While Abby would have been shaking in her boots when facing an angry Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Norman looked confident, smug even.
"I want to hit him," Ziva said, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"Maybe Gibbs will let you when he's done," McGee responded.
"No. He knows I will not be able to stop," Ziva muttered.
"At least I know she cares," Tony said, glancing at Ziva and squeezing Abby's hand again.
Abby couldn't respond with words, but she squeezed his hand back in an attempt to comfort him.
"You can't hold me," Norman said before Gibbs could ask him a question. "You don't have any evidence to connect me with Katie's murder."
"You're not here because of Katie's murder," Gibbs corrected him, tossing a picture from the file he brought with him onto the table. "Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. You killed him last night."
"Prove it," Norman responded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Your DNA in the trunk of the car. A witness putting you in the park," Gibbs responded.
He was pretending it was no big deal, but Abby could hear the coldness in his words. She didn't need to be able to see his face to know that his eyes were like ice. Gibbs was pissed off, and Norman was lucky the NCIS agent hadn't broken his neck the moment he walked into the room.
Norman didn't say anything as he tried to think of a way out of it.
"You're going to prison," Gibbs said. "For life. Was it worth it?"
"I didn't do it," Norman said quickly. Too quickly.
"Than why is your DNA in the car?" Gibbs asked.
"I don't know. I'm being framed," Norman tried.
"No he's not," Tony shook his head. "He killed me. I remember it."
"Why'd you do it?" Gibbs demanded, slamming a hand down on the steel table. "You killed an NCIS Special Agent. Why?"
"I didn't kill anybody," Norman protested.
"Don't lie to me," Gibbs thundered, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table so hard it made Norman nearly fall out of his chair from the shock. "You killed Agent DiNozzo."
"Yeah. You killed me!" Tony cried, anger seeping into his voice.
Abby squeezed his hand again, tightly, wanting to convey a sense of reassurance to him. He was upset, and she couldn't blame him. The bastard sitting on the other side of the glass had killed him. Abby herself wanted to kill him, so she couldn't imagine what Tony wanted to do to the man- he was the one who was dead, after all.
"I want a lawyer," Norman changed tactics.
"But I thought you didn't do it?" Gibbs antagonized him.
"I didn't," Norman said.
"Why do you need a lawyer then?" Gibbs shouted, getting within inches of his face. "Only guilty men hide behind lawyers."
"He took everything from me!" Norman suddenly yelled back. "That bastard took everything. I lost the love of my life, my job with the Navy, my friends, my family, my home, my money. I lost everything because of that bastard DiNozzo!"
"So you thought you'd teach him a lesson. You made a plan, lured him out, and struck before he could defend himself," Gibbs insisted.
"No," Norman shook his head. "I didn't plan anything. I saw a guy sitting in a car. I was going to ask him for some money for a burger. I was hungry. I haven't been able to get a job, and I don't have any money. I recognized him though. I told him it was his fault I was out on the streets and that he owed me. He got out of the car, called me a murderer.
"I was mad. I pushed him. He hit his head on the car. I wanted some money. I told him to give me some, but he wouldn't. He was going to call the cops, so I took his phone and broke it. He owed me, and I was going to get what I was owed! He pulled himself into the car, tried to drive off, but he wasn't right in the head. He dropped the keys.
"The stupid fucker deserved it. He took my life so I took his! I grabbed him by the hair and I took out my knife, and I pulled it across his throat so he'd bleed dry like the pig he is! And he did." Hearing the atrocity come from Norman's mouth, hearing him blame Tony for what had not been his fault, made Abby want to launch herself across the glass and strangle him with her own hands.
"How'd he get in the trunk?" Gibbs voice was so low and deadly that Abby knew that her anger couldn't even to compare to that of the lead agent.
"I figured it wouldn't be right to leave him in the front seat. A kid could come wandering along and find him, and I wasn't looking to punish a little kid. Just that stupid pig. So I dragged him out and around to the back to put him in the trunk, but he wouldn't fit. He was too big, so I took out my knife and I made him fit," Norman finished.
Tony yanked his hand out of hers just as Gibbs rounded the table and grabbed the back of Norman's head. Ziva was out of the room before she could comprehend what exactly was happening, and on the other side of the glass pulling Gibbs back before he could smash the murderers head into the stainless steel table a second time. McGee just stood there, frozen, and Abby wished she was somewhere else. All she could see in her mind's eye was the bastard on the other side of the glass hacking her friend to pieces.
A/N: So now you know the gory details behind the murder. What do you think? Was it anything like what you were expecting? Let me know your thoughts!
