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ED- Revised edition, you were right no a lot of Tiva

The Chrysler drove through the front gate of Quantico. Ziva held her breath she was as close as she could be to Tony. Stan spared a glance at her, he grinned. Ziva realizing that she was holding her breath and exhaled as she watched the base roll by her window. The car turned onto a road and headed for the advance training command centre. The car slowed as it pulled into a car park. Stan slowed as he edged the car into the spare parking space. Stan climbed out of the car. Ziva remained in her seat. "You coming or not?"

Ziva opened the door. "Yes, yes I'm coming."

Stan forced the smile away from his face. He started to walk towards the door only a few meters away. Ziva hurried after him trying desperately to not to wish for just a glimpse of Tony. Stan stood at the door waiting. He looked at her. "You know you remind me of what I was doing when Karen had Kelly Louise two weeks ago." He couldn't hold back the boyish smile. Stan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Breath, he's around trust me."

"Thank you." Ziva nodded. Stan opened the door and ushered her through into a small reception area a Corporal sat at a desk behind. "Yes sir, can I help you?"

Stan and Ziva pulled out their ID and badges. "Agents Burley and David, NCIS. We'd like to speak with your CO, Corporal."

The Corporal nodded. "He's off base at the moment sir, but Major Wesley is on the training ground as we speak." The corporal rose and opened the door. "If you'll follow me Agent Burley?"

Stan and Ziva walked out of the door following the Corporal across the car park and down a slope of grass. The Corporal turned onto a dirt track that was wide enough for a Hummer to drive along easily. The noise of guns grew louder as they neared a valley surrounded by high grassy hills. The Corporal descended the slope slowly and Stan and Ziva followed close behind. The Corporal reached a bunker and knocked on the door. It swung open and a Sergeant appeared from inside. He talked with the Corporal for a minute or two. He looked up and motion Stan and Ziva to follow. "This way sir, ma'am!" They walked in and followed him deeper into the bunker until they reached an open area within. A few officers peered outwardly through slits in the bunker.

The Sergeant walked over to one man. He turned spoke quietly to the Sergeant for a minute and walked over. He saluted and Burley flashed his badge and ID. "Major Wesley, Agent Burley NCIS."

"You were quick sir?" Wesley said slightly puzzled. "So quick in fact that I haven't even called you guys yet!"

Stan looked at Ziva, then back to Wesley. "May I ask what are you talking about Major?"

"PFC Tony Graham's charge of assault, arrest. Escape from the brig and theft of government property!" Wesley said counting of the crimes on his hand.

"He's gone AWOL, Major?" Stan asked.

"Yes sir. I was only told just a few minutes before you arrived." Major Wesley nodded. Adding his finger circling against his temple for extra emphasis. "My Sergeant Major thinks he has got some problems upstairs too, sir!"

Ziva butted in. "More than that Major. We believe that he killed two officer an Australian Naval Lieutenant Commander and a US Navy Commander."

"I wouldn't put it past him. With a half crazed Marine running around. Whoever he's after had better watch his back." Major Wesley said running a hand over his face his face worriedly. "Because the Government Property that he stole, was a MAC 870 pump-action shotgun."

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Brock brought up the service record on the plasma screen. The photo and information on PFC Graham's years of service flashed up on the screen. Brock began to read the service record and froze. "Gibbs, mate you better take a look at this!"

Gibbs rose from his seat and walked over to look at the plasma. "PFC Graham was severely wounded in Falujah, Iraq. Last year while clearing a suspected terrorist safe house." Gibbs read on there was something he didn't like here. "He was discharged from hospital. Returning to duty."

"Why would anyone do that?" Brock shook his head. "I mean crikey. You'd have to be out of you head to do that."

"He's a marine!" Gibbs said firmly. He paused. "What else have we got here?"

"According to the service record his company commander a Captain Walsh had him transferred and pending a review by a Psychiatrist." Gibbs said he pointed. "Apparently the Doctor cleared him for duty. He was transferred to DOD Training unit at Norfolk Naval Air Station."

Gibbs walked round his desk sliding the holster onto his belt. Gibbs turned to Brock. "Brocky, you find me the Doctor who cleared him. You call me as soon as you find him." His phone rang and he picked it up. "Yeah Gibbs?"

"Boss, I think we've found the trigger to the murders." McGee said through the phone.

"Be right down!" Gibbs disconnected and turned to Brock who was still standing there. Gibbs waved his hands in impatience. "What are you still standing there for find me that Doctor?"

"Right Mate!" Brock said as he sat down at the computer and began to type away.

Gibbs left Brock in the bullpen. He walked to the elevator and stepped in. The doors closed behind him. He waited for it to drop slowly to the floor on the Forensics lab.

The door opened and he walked out. Gibbs strode into the forensics lab. "What have you got? Ab…" Gibbs paused and then remembered that Abby wasn't there. "Guys?"

"Boss, you remember that all army and marine troops now have heavy metal music blaring through their ears when they go on missions and operations." McGee said beginning to explain.

Floyd Jansen interrupted. "We'll it would appear that this music is a trigger to our murders psychosis."

Gibbs looked at them both slightly bewildered. "Explain?"

Floyd moved quickly to the computer. He hit the enter button. Death Metal blared out of the computer speakers. Gibbs placed his hands on his ears. "Turn that garbage off!" he roared over the noise.

Floyd hit the enter button and the music died instantly. "See, this stuff triggered a psychological trigger within our murderers mind."

"I bet!" Gibbs nodded. "Anything else?"

"No Boss." McGee said then he paused the then as a light clicked on in his mind, "The blood didn't match our Australian."

Floyd jumped in now. "I'm running the DNA from the blood. It won't be finished for another hour."

"You call me as soon as you know." Gibbs said looking both in the eye. "You got that!" Both nodded and turned back to the computer as Gibbs left. They heard just outside the doorway his cell ring and he picked it up. "Yeah Gibbs?" They waited a few more seconds and they heard. "Right on my way."