"Ooh, yeah, baby! Come on. Ooh. Come on, come on. Oh, yikes," Tony says while clicking away at his computer as we work at our respective desk in the squad room while Ziva reads about American slang to understand Tony more easily. Today I decided to wear a white t-shirt with jeans and my horse belt that Gibbs replaced when Tony and Kate destroyed it.
"I'm trying to concentrate," Ziva demands of Tony.
"That makes two of us, then, doesn't it, Ziva?"
"Yeah, me and McGee. Gibbs too if you count him," I input into Tony and Ziva's conversation without looking up from the computer I am working at.
"Is it work-related?" Ziva asks Tony while ignoring me because she has finally worked out if she ignores me it is lease likely for me to throw my dog food at her.
"Of course it's work-related, Ziva," Tony says to Ziva.
"Judge My Trash-dot-com?" McGee reads out what has Tony's attention.
"Hey, a little privacy here, probie!" Tony exclaims while pushing McGee away from his desk, making McGee flash is ass from under his suit jacket making Ziva judge it.
"I give it a four," Ziva informs McGee.
"Are you kidding? Four?" McGee exclaims in insult, how is his ass the topic of conversation?
"Out of five, I think that's good. Isn't it?"
"Out of five."
"What do you think about this one? Come on. Come on," Tony ask while sticking his ass out making me roll my ass, I don't want to see their asses, now if we… I were judging Gibbs ass that would be different and I would definitely want to touch it so I can give it an accurate ratting.
"No. I will not get involved with this any further. Gibbs always seems to be just around the corner. No. no! no!" Ziva exclaims in fear of getting into trouble while talking over Tony.
"Come on. Give me a little here. Give me a little something. Come on! What do you think? Rate it," Tony orders Ziva over her exclaim of fear.
"Fine. A two."
"A two?" Tony exclaims making McGee laughing at him. Tony says again in surprise and disappointment, "A two?"
"What's a two, DiNozzo?" Gibbs demands of his agent while walking over to his desk.
"I was just explaining the rules to Ziva, boss."
"And number two is what?"
"You know, I was a little fuzzy on two."
"Always wear gloves at a crime scene," I read to Tony what Kate crochet onto pillows as a joke. I have all the pillows at work because their work related and they piss the director off. I throw rule two at Tony making the pillow contact with Tony's head, making him give me a shocked look. I laugh at that because he looks like he woke up with a iguanas in his bed again.
"Grab your gear. We're going to Quantico," Gibbs orders us while grabbing his gear and we all jump into action. Tony throws the pillow back to me where I put it on the ledge behind my desk under the plasma screen. "What was the two really for?" Gibbs asks me softly as he leads me to the elevator as Tony and Ziva talk when they bump into each other on the way to the elevator.
"Ziva rated Tony and McGee's asses. McGee's a four out of five and Tony's…"
"A two," Gibbs finishes for me with a node. He then asks me tightly, "So, what did they rate yours?"
"No one rated my ass. I'm not letting them man-children look at my ass."
"Good."
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"Marines ran tactics through these woods every day, sir," Brooks explains to us who the body parts was found.
"What time yesterday?" Gibbs asks him.
"Nineteen hundred."
"Ducky, where's jimmy?"
"Having a root canal. Allow me," Ducky answers him.
"Thank you," Ziva says to Ducky who holds a tree branch back for her and me to walk past.
"Thanks," I say to him softly before Ducky lets the ranch go, making it almost smack McGee in the face.
"Thank you," McGee mumbles.
"Oh, watch your step," Ducky warns us when the rocks under us becomes lose.
"Toda," Ziva says to him in a Hebrew meaning 'thank you.'
"Al lo davar," Ducky responds in Hebrew meaning 'you're welcome.' He then returns to English when I look confused because I don't understand and my father is talking to the person who killed my sister e continue, "Oh, let me give you a hand."
"No, no, no. it's lovely that chivalry is not dead, Doctor. But in the army, I swam three miles across the red sea after scaling rough cliff without safety lines. I believe I can manage. Oh!" Ziva explains as we begin crossing the river but she is so busy boosting her training that she steps on a wet, slippy, rock nock Ducky an me into the cold water.
"How refreshing. An independent woman," Ducky laughs at Ziva while checking I'm okay, and moving faster than I have ever seen him move when he sees blood diluting the water to a reddy colour. He begins checking me over but it's just my knee that I scraped. "Alice, does that hurt?"
"My jeans, I love these jeans," I complain. I don't really care about the scrapped knee because my jeans now have a hole in them.
"Are you aright, my dear?" Ducky repeats while checking my knee.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But my jeans aren't," I answer my father as he looks at my knee before grabbing a alcohol clothe and cleaning the wound before covering it was a band aid out of his field kit. We get up from the water and I notice that my shit is see thru because it got wet. I blush while crossing my arms over my chest knowing Tony is standing on the edge of the river, and he can see my bra throw the white shirt.
"What's going on here?" Gibbs demands while storming over to us.
"The bitch nocked everyone off the rocks because she wasn't concentrating," I explain to him while walking out of the cold water.
"Really?" Gibbs asks me while removing his jacket and laying it over my shoulders, hiding the wet t-shirt before Tony can take a photo.
"Yep. Thanks," I add while holding the coat closed.
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"They were under this bush here, until I… uh… moved one to here," Brooks explains to us while showing us the legs that he found.
"The teenagers?" Gibbs asks him.
"Said they never noticed the legs."
"Tony, shoot. Ziva, bag and tag. McGee, samples."
"Got it," McGee nodes while getting to it.
"Well, I'm afraid a liver temp is out of the question," Ducky informs us.
"Well, talk to me, Duck," Gibbs orders his old friend.
"It's very strange. The marbling on the skin indicates advanced decomposition. But the complete lack of insect activity on the moist are of the open thigh indicates a cessation of decay."
"Any idea how long?" I ask my father softly.
"Well, the muscles have gone through all three stages of rigor mortis, so that give us at least forty eight hours. But Jethro, the leg is in pristine condition, apparently untouched by air, water, soil, or insect."
"Frozen?" Gibbs asks him.
mm-mm. no ice crystals."
"Basement?" I guess next.
"Well, if that's the case, we are dealing with a dark sol… one who kills, cuts and keeps."
"I think we're almost done here, Gibbs," Ziva says to Gibbs while holding up a rubber glove tip.
"No, I don't think so. I want every paper, projectile, stomped-on leaf within a ten-foot radius of both legs," Gibbs orders them making Ziva giggle at Tony's face.
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"Yes, nobody has the bad taste to verbalize such a thought until now. Now that you've come to mention it, they do look remarkably similar to Betty Grable's," Ducky says to Jimmy as we walk into autopsy to see that they are talking about the legs. I have changed out of my wet cloth into new jeans and a red shirt this time.
"Betty?" Jimmy asks in confusion.
"One of the all-time pin-up gals in the forties," Gibbs informs Jimmy while announcing out presents.
"Yeah, great gams," Ducky agrees with Gibbs.
"Gams?" Jimmy asks in confusion because he doesn't understand the old time lingo.
"Aren't you a little young to remember Betty Grable, Jethro?"
"My dad had her painted on the nose of his P-Fifty-One, Duck," Gibbs explains how he knows who she was.
"A P-Fifty-One?" Jimmy asks again but no-one listens.
"Up to Abby. Quick as you can," Ducky orders Jimmy while handing him the swab evidence from different parts of the legs.
"Yes, Doctor," Jimmy says while leaving the room.
"What do we know about our Jane Doe?" I ask my father.
"She was young. Look at her femur here. It's one of the last bones in the body to develop fully. In the female , growth is complete around the age twenty five. I'd say our victim was between nineteen and twenty one," Ducky informs us while showing us the bone.
"I.D?" Gibbs asks him.
"Without a toe print database, I'm afraid we'll just have to rely on good old DNA."
"What about the splotch on her calf, Ducky?" I ask him while pointing to it.
"Blood. I'd say the assailant's. it's on its way up to Abby's mass spectrometer."
"Couldn't be hers?" Gibbs ask him.
"It could be. But she was dead long before she was dissected. Blood no longer pulsed through her veins, when, what I guess was a surgical saw, severed her thighs from her torso. Look, see how my glove sticks here? Also headed up to the mass spectrometer. Yes, but take a look at this."
"Skins been removed," I mumble while looking at the legs, who could do this to someone, kill her, then take the legs off and then take some skin off the legs. That's just wrong and this guy needs stopping.
"Yes. A meticulously cut circle."
"Strange keepsake?" Gibbs asks him while placing his hand on my back softly.
"Actually, I think it was the killer trying to remove his marks."
"Like all sex killers after Bundy?" I ask my father.
"Yes, after Theodore Bundy was identified and caught by his brooked lover teeth, sadistic biters have been forced to excise their evidence. You know, I think I might be able to get an impression of teeth from the underlying damaged tissue."
"You could get me a bite mark?" Gibbs asks him in surprise, that would be very impressive from this mess of missing skin.
"Worth a try."
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"For a Caucasian female, a factor of two point nine oh is multiplied by the tibia length," Ziva reads out to McGee from her spot behind him as he works away at his computer in the hopes of finding the victim's height.
"Okay, autopsy report says tibia is thirty eight point three four centimetres," McGee reads out loud as he types it into his computer.
"What are you doing?" Tony asks them in confusion.
"We are calculating our Jane Doe's probable height and weight."
"Why didn't you ask me?"
"Tony, these are complex equations we're dealing with," Ziva reminds him.
"Whatever. She was what – five eight. So she's line a hundred and twenty five, hundred twenty six pounds," Tony guess before answering his ringing phone, "Hey."
"Okay. One eleven point one eight six for adipose. Density of musculature," McGee says.
"Let's add sixty one point five three," Ziva corrects him.
"One seventy two point seven two centimetres for height."
"Ducky estimates fifty seven point zero kilograms in weight."
"Converting to imperial… and we're done."
"She's five foot eight," Ziva reads off McGee computer.
"One twenty five and a half pounds?" McGee finish reading it off making me laugh because Tony was right and they look so surprised.
"Hold on a second," Tony says into his phone with a proud grin on his face.
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"Gibbs! All this evidence and a CAFF-POW! Is it my birthday?" Abby asks Gibbs while taking the caff-pow off of him as we walk into the lab that night.
"Pretend it's mine," Gibbs orders her.
"Okay, here what I have for you. The blood on the calf is different from the victim's. I sent both off for processing. But here's your real gift. I found a smudged print on the tip of the glove finger and clarified it into a partial print. Happy birthday."
"Got a match?" I ask her.
"It's running through AFIS now," Abby informs us right as the computer beeps telling her it has a hit. She adds ,"Whoa."
"I must have ripped a glove at the scene, boss," Tony defends himself because the fingerprint is his, so we called him down to the lab. We go throw the rubbish to find all the gloves used at the crime scene are in tacked making Tony change it too, "Like I was saying, I must've ripped a glove at the crime scene sometime before yesterday."
"When was the last time you worked a crime scene at Quantico?" I ask him because that's not a really good excuse, even for Tony.
"Napolitano case, boss."
"The computer only found three points from your fingerprint to the sample. Most prosecutors want eleven," Abby say in the hopes of calming Tony down and giving him hope.
"Well, technically, Abby, the minimum to go to court is one," Chip say making me glare at him.
"Chip, shut the fuck up," I yell at him, Tony is a perv and a creep but he is innocent of this.
"Well, I'm just saying that, you know, people have been convicted on less."
"Well, that's great, Chipper. Team player," Tony hisses at Chip while I lunge at Chip but Gibbs picks me up off the ground and against his chest.
"I'm going to redo this by hand," Abby promise Tony while doing it. We all watch her with batten breathe because we can't lose another team member.
"You set this up, didn't you?" Tony accuses Ziva making me glare at her, daring her to admit to it.
"I would never," Ziva lies but when I scuff she changes it to, "Okay, maybe I would, but I didn't."
"It matches Tony," Abby informs Gibbs.
"Put a rush on those blood samples," Gibbs orders Abby while rubbing my arm to calm me down.
"I did. But it's a sixteen hour turnaround."
"Make it twelve," Gibbs orders her before turning to Tony to ask, "When's the last time you were at the dentist?"
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"Coon't yoo haa uused my een-all ray-corss?" Tony ask Ducky who is taking his dental impression, the translation is 'Couldn't you have used my dental records?'
"Hold still. This is far faster and more accurate than your x-rays," Ducky informs Tony while placing his hand on the top of Tony's head and pulls the mould out of Tony's mouth.
"You're not known for your bedside manner, are you there, Duck?"
"You're just upset that I didn't have peppermint. McGee."
"Here's Tony!" Abby says while pulling Tony's impression into her computer and comparing it to the bite on the victim's leg. Abby explains, "The program uses laser scans of three-D objects to create three-D images for comparison."
"Computer generated hollow volume overlay. Measures inter0tooth spacing, dental arch, tooth thickness," Chip explains.
"All right, enough of the geek speak," Tony snaps because he's too stressed.
"Here's Ducky's muscle tissue scan. A little three-D magic for clarity. And I give you… the killer incisors. Next step… and don't worry, Tony, chances of even one of your teeth matching are like a hundred thousand to one," Abby explains while procrastinating doing the comparison.
"Do it, Abby," Gibbs orders her while I hold his hand and arm in fear. Abby begins doing it, we watch as the computer comprises the two images before it beeps letting us know it matches Tony making my head fall forward into Gibbs arm in fear and sadness. This is wrong and I don't know how to prove it and Tony is going to go to prison.
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Gibbs pov
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"Jethro, I know DiNozzo didn't do this. But I also know that it would be political suicide if we got caught investigating one of our own agents. Appearances matter, Jethro. In this world, sometimes more than facts. It could ruin the agency. Look at Robert Novak and the CIA. You have a responsibility to your man, I know that. But I have a responsibility to the entire agency," Shepard defends her bad decision she just made.
"Jen," I begin.
"I'm not forgetting the time I stepped in it and you covered my ass until I could get out of it, but that was alone, undercover, and in the field. Half of NCIS already knows about this. I know what you have to do, Jethro, and I won't stop you. But officially, I am suspending you from investigating this further, and I am turning it over to the FBI."
"I know. One request."
"I'll see that Fornell runs the investigation. I always could read you mind."
"Not always, Jen," I corrector her because she failed to do that in the undercover mission we worked together and she failed in respect to Alice.
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Alice pov
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"Still waiting on Jane Doe's DNA," Abby reports to Gibbs on the landing outside the director's office and MTAC.
"Corporal at Quantico said that there were no missing female dependents or U.A. marines," McGee adds.
"Try the base hospital," Gibbs orders them.
"I checked missing person for Maryland, Virginia, and D.C. There were a few similar descriptions. Their DNA is headed over now," Ziva informs him.
"David Brant," Gibbs greets someone he seems to know.
"Gibbs," Brant says to Gibbs in greeting.
"I head you were quitting."
"I like to refer to it as a lateral move into the recreational sector, Jethro."
"I wish you luck with that."
"Lateral move into the recreational sector?" Ziva asks in confusion.
"Yeah, it mostly means fishing and hitting a golf ball. DiNozzo?" Gibbs explains making me smile because that's a funny way to say it. When he sits at his desk to see Tony writing away at his desk quietly.
"Yeah, boss," Tony ask.
"What are you doing?" I ask him in confusion, I don't like this, Tony doesn't ever sit still or be quiet.
"Somebody's setting me up."
"Two surgically-removed legs dumped into a training area. Do you think?" Gibbs asks him sarcastically.
"Yeah, I was trying to think of arrestees with grudges."
"Wouldn't they all have grudges?" Ziva asks him.
"You see my dilemma."
"Mike Masaluse?" McGee reads one of the mean names Tony has written down as a possible person to investigate in this case.
"He's the Mafia boss Tony busted in Baltimore," Gibbs informs us.
"They get a little touchy when they think of you as family and you turn out to be a cop," Tony adds.
"What about that forensics dweeb that you got fired?" Abby asks him.
"I didn't arrest him, Abby."
"Yeah, but you really, really, really pissed him off."
"Forensic tech set a killer free when he contaminated some blood samples. Tony reported him," McGee comments.
"Good old George Stewart," Tony says while remembering the guy.
"You know, maybe you should expand the list just to include people that just hate you."
"Let's not. We don't have enough trees in the world to write that list. Starting with Kate and me," I cut in making Tony give me a look.
"Hate me? Nobody hates me," Tony explains before adding, "Kate and you don't hate me."
"She stopped me from shooting you with your own gun."
"Paula Cassidy?" McGee offers to Tony.
"Everyone hates her and she's like Fornell, unimportant and unnoticed on a good day. This is not a good day, this is a bad day. It needs to sit in the corner and think about what it has done."
"Don't go there. People like me. I'm a nice guy," Tony defends himself while having to smile at my silliness about this day as I steal Tony's coffee cup.
"What about the woman who posted your picture on the herpes alert website?" McGee asks Tony making me put Tony's coffee back down.
"Lieutenant Pam Kim."
"She se went Fatal Attraction on you," Abby laughs at Tony.
"Boiled the bunny."
"What about the polar bear?" I ask Tony softly because she was crazy.
"She got the message long ago."
"Nearly took your job for that to happen," I laugh because it's funny who far she went while Gibbs threaten to fire Tony because his phone just kept ringing.
"Oh, don't forget about Mrs Dean," McGee reminds Tony.
"Another girlfriend?" Ziva asks McGee and Tony in confusion.
"No, she threatened to cut off his… when tony put her husband away for murdering his first wife."
"Speaking about wives. What about your ex-girlfriend, Monica?"
"I always break up with them when I find out they're married, Ziva," Tony reminds her.
"But do they feel the same. And what does the husband think?" I ask Tony.
"Thank you all, but I think that's enough."
"The personnel in the evidence garage?" Ziva adds.
"What about them?"
"They hate you."
"She's right. You never wait your turn to check in evidence," McGee adds to Ziva's comment.
"And women don't appreciate being called 'baggie bunnies.'"
"They're right, DiNozzo. Eight years. Three different forces," Gibbs informs Tony making me laugh because he doesn't normally get involved in our side conversations.
"That's a lot of names and people to remember, boss," Tony complains.
"Ziva, take the women. McGee, you take the man. Alice and I'll pull the case files of the ones DiNozzo put away who aren't on the list," Gibbs splits up Tony's life with ease.
"Wait a minute, you two never do anything," Tony exclaims while pointing to me and Gibbs making Gibbs slap the back of Tony's head making him add, "because you're such a good delegator."
"Oh, this is not good," Abby cays when the elevator arrives with Fornell and an FBI agent.
"Gibbs. DiNozzo. This is Special Agent Sacks," Fornell introduce the other agent.
"He's being framed," I inform Fornell while poking him in the chest with every word to make him understand me.
"I believe you. I've been there myself, Alice. I'll take care of him."
"I know, but I want to be kept in the loop," Gibbs informs Fornell while moving me out of Fornell's face because I might bite him because he is going to arrest Tony.
"Oh, not I'm hurt. Are you saying you don't trust me?"
"Whoever set this up, Tobias is a pro. If this were to go to court right now, DiNozzo would not stand a chance."
"Well, I've got a take him into custody for questioning. Or, I guess, we could question him here."
"Tony, Fornell's going to question you," Gibbs calls to his agent, murderer, and womanizer.
"You mean interrogate me," Tony corrects Gibbs.
"Questions," I correct Tony.
"Lie down," Gibbs orders his agent before Tony and Fornell leave the squad room. Gibbs turns to his agents that are left and whispers "Are we covered on evidence?"
"I'll just need a few hours to copy the data from Tony's hard drive, cell phone and…"
"I'll make duplicates of all," Abby rambles.
"Have Ducky do the same," Gibbs orders them.
"What can I do?" Ziva asks Gibbs.
"Help. Help Abby. Help McGee. Help Ducky," Gibbs snaps at her.
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"The U.S. Attorney's going to see this as a heinous crime, Jethro," Fornell informs us after Sacks attempts to integrate Tony.
"It is a heinous crime, Fornell. Tony didn't do it," Gibbs reminds Fornell.
"Without an alibi, I'd be remiss if we didn't detain him. People are going to think we're orchestrating a cover-up," Fornell say before letting us into the integration room where Tony is drumming on the table.
"Finally! How'd I do?" Tony asks us.
"Fine," I answer him shortly.
"Fine? I thought I was Oscar material."
"Fornell's not going to book you," Gibbs informs Tony.
"Uh-huh."
"But he is going to take you into custody until we figure out a few things. Sorry," I apologise to Tony.
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"Are you all right?" Gibbs asks Abby who is sitting at her desk in shock that night after Tony was arrested for possibly murder.
"I must have screwed up, Gibbs," Abby complains when everything came back to Tony.
"You didn't screw up, Abs," I promise her.
"And now I have all this evidence. Forensics. The thing that I love and I believe in. and it says Tony's a murderer."
""Tony's not a murderer," Gibbs promises her.
"I know he's isn't. But something's gotta give. I mean, either the forensics are wrong or it's bad forensics! Or… we have to save him, Gibbs," Abby cries making Gibbs pull her into a hug. I make it into a group hug by wrapping my arms around both of them because; we can't lose another team member.
"We will."
"Because is this goes to court with his fingerprint and his bite mark on the leg, Tony's going to prison for the rest of his life. And I'll be the one that put him there," Abby complains while moving out of the hug while moving back over to her computer to try and prove Tony innocent.
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"I smelled you coming, boss. Pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, right? My favourite. Thank you," Tony rambles while taking the pizza off Gibbs hands. Tony is standing inside a cell while we stand on the other side; he is in blue prison issues clothing because his clothing might be evidence or help him escape. He continues to ramble to himself, "I'll save that for later. You know, I've been thinking. I'm a federal prosecutor's dream. 'You do tend to date a lot, don't you, Mister DiNozzo?' 'Yeah. I do tend to date a lot but where does it say that dating, you know, a new girl every week is a crime?' 'No, it's not. But it does speak to your deep-seated psychological problems and commitment issues.' 'Really? So you're saying my intimacy issues stem from my mother who dressed me as a sailor until I was ten years old?!' 'Maybe! Well, I guess it might explain why you objectify women and treat them as sexual objects. While you're being so forthright and insightful, Mister DiNozzo, why did you sink your teeth into the victim's leg?' 'Because I'm angry, and I'm immature and I like control!' 'You have no alibi.' 'Alibi? How can I have an alibi when the murder doesn't even have a time or a date?' 'That's interesting. What about means? Latex glove? Scalpel? You could have gotten these things from ...work. No?' 'Right. Of course. Yes, I ripped a glove at the scene. It seems a little sloppy for a Federal agent who investigates crime scenes but, you know, those are the breaks when you're a homicidal maniac dumping butchered women's remains out in the woods in the middle of the night! Right?!' I'm not getting out of this one, am I, Boss?" Gibbs shuts Tony up by slapping him on the back of the head, through the bars of the prison cell, Tony add, "Thank you, boss."
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"Mike Macaluso. Still in jail. My sources say, his family is very happy about it," Ziva reports to Gibbs when we return to the squad room.
"How is it you've been in this country only a couple months, and you already have courses?" McGee asks of Ziva.
"Who says my sources are from this country, McGee?"
"Yes, hi. Killed in prison? I'm very sorry for your loss. No, you'll have to take that up with I.C.E," McGee informs whoever he is talking to on his phone before turning to Gibbs to report, "Dead."
"Where are we?" I asks them.
"Head of my suspects list is George Stewart. The forensic tech Tony got fired from Baltimore P.D. Lost everything when Tony accused him of contaminating blood samples in oh-two."
"Define everything," Gibbs orders him.
"Wife, house, kids. Fought the firing in court and he won but by then no one would hire him. Disappeared two years ago."
"Un-disappear him."
"And do it faster than you un-disappeared Ari," I add making Gibbs node with me because it took them years and Kate's death for him to be un-disappeared.
"Right," McGee mumbles while getting to it.
"Lieutenant Pam Kim. Surgical nurse. Fully capable of slicing off the woman's legs. Met Tony on the Jeremy Davison serial rapist case," Ziva reports.
"That was a creepy case," I add to Ziva's report, the fact Kate was disgusted the whole case was hilarious.
"At Quantico," Gibbs comments.
"She's the one that egged Tony's car," McGee reports to her.
"Really?" Ziva asks him in surprise.
"Where is she now?" I demand of her because Tony's time as a free man is limited.
"Virginia. Returned two weeks ago from a tour in Iraq. She's on her honeymoon at the Greenbrier."
"Who's she marry?" McGee asks her.
"Scott Sparks."
"Gibbs, that's the guy that she was engaged to when she met Tony," I remind them.
"Get her in here," Gibbs orders them.
"Oh it," Ziva agrees with getting onto it.
"Uh… boss?" McGee calls to Gibbs.
"I was thinking, she's… she's on her honeymoon," McGee reminds Gibbs making him turn from his agent with a smirk on his face.
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"Every heard of coitus interruptus, Special Agent Gibbs. Probationary Agent Todd," Kim asks us bitchily.
"Nope," Gibbs answers her while popping the p.
"Every been on a honeymoon?"
"Yep," Gibbs answers her happily.
"Then you know I feel. Being dragged into NCIS for interrogation isn't exactly the best way to start a marriage."
"Is your husband the same guy you dumbed for Tony DiNozzo last year?" I question her innocently.
"Look. I has a fling with Tony and I regret every last minute of it," Kim snaps at me.
"Is that why you put him on the herpes website?" Gibbs demands if the bitchy woman.
"I got a little emotional."
"A little emotional was egging his car. Putting in on the herpes website was," I begin.
"Bitchy. I know. Look. Tony could have turned me in when I was harassing him. He didn't. If anything, I own him."
"When were you last at Quantico?" Gibbs asks her.
"I've been on tour in Iraq for the last eight months."
"That's not his question," I remind her, she is fucking us around and Tony is low on time.
"I checked in with my command ten days ago before I took leave to get married. Look, if someone brown-bagged Tony's door or torched his car, it wasn't me."
"Does your husband know about Tony?" Gibbs asks her.
"Of course he knows, but Scott's a lawyer. If he has a problem with someone, he sues them. Not Tony wasn't murdered was he?"
"No," Gibbs and I answer her together.
"Then what is this about?"
"Lieutenant, you can return to your honeymoon, but if I need you," Gibbs begins.
"We'll be at the Greenbrier for another week," Kim informs us while collecting her gear before adding, "And next time, have your agent knock." We leave integration behind her, while she leaves the building we head into the observation room where the rest of the team is.
"Boss, do you really not know what coitus interruptus means?" McGee asks Gibbs in surprise while I stop in front of Gibbs facing the empty room.
"Better question. Do you know what it means if you haven't located Stewart?" Gibbs changes the conversation making me believe that he does know what she meant.
"My father used to say," Ziva says before rambling off in Hebrew, "Esh ktana sorefet herbe teerass."
"Translate," I demand of her because what the hell does that mean.
"A little fire burns a great deal of corn," Shepard informs us while slipping into the room.
"What?" Gibbs asks in confusion.
"It never really made sense to me wither."
"It loses something in translation. Director," Ziva defends herself.
"I saw Lieutenant Kim leave. She have an alibi?"
"No. she framed Tony but we just don't care anymore," I answer her sarcastically as McGee, Ziva and the tech leaves the room.
"So George Stewart is…"
"He's next on my list," Gibbs informs her while pulling me back putting more space between us.
"You know, there's no reason to be petulant, Jethro."
"Hey, the word's pissed, Jen. You know what? You can drop the Director act. We're alone."
"you think my job is an act?" Shepard demands of Gibbs ask I step back from her more and end up leaning against Gibbs to keep him calm before she takes him off the case for real.
"No, not all of it. Ass-kissing on the hill is a skill."
"So is castration."
"I wear a cup," Gibbs informs her before she thrust a piece of paper under his nose.
"What is this?" I ask her while reading the paper I snatch from her.
"George Stewart's alias and work address. I managed to find between kissing asses," Shepard informs Gibbs tightly.
"It just proves you should have stayed a field agent," Gibbs informs her while placing his big hand on my stomach as he begins looking over my shoulder at the paper.
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"George Stewart?" Ziva asks the guy working in an autopsy for a different agency.
"Petrie. I changed it legally. No sailors here," George snaps at us tightly.
"Any Jane Does?" Gibbs asks him.
"Always got a couple of them."
"Could we see them?" Ziva asks him.
"I told you. No sailors here."
"How do you know, if they're Jane Does?" I ask him because that doesn't make sense to me.
"Look, what the hell do you three want?"
"To see your Jane Does," Gibbs informs him.
"Got a warrant?"
"No, do we need one?" I ask him.
"Hell, yes. Now get out."
"Tony DiNozzo," Gibbs says making freeze for a moment before turning to us.
"What'd that bastard say about me now? I was exonerated!"
"How were you exonerated?" I ask him.
"Fourth Circuit Court. It wasn't me that meed up that blood test. I sent it out to a lab."
"What's the name of the lab?"
"Pemberton Medical Analysis."
"Sure we can't take a quick look around?" Ziva asks in in fake innocents because she is anything but innocent.
"Not without a warrant! That's what happened last time. Just a quick look around… a few question. Then I'm fired and my life is trashed. Now get out."
"We'll be back, with a warrant," Ziva promises before adding, "Psst!"
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"The blood on the severed leg – DNA came back with a match," Fornell informs us when we arrived at the squad room.
"It matched DiNozzo," Gibbs states making Fornell nodes.
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"You matched my DNA with a par of disembodied legs? I'd fire whatever lab you're using at NCIS, Agent Gibbs. I assure you they're real and they're mine," Carla, the girl Abby matched Jane Doe's bone marrow to, informs us as we stand around a hospital corridor while talking to her and she shows us her real legs.
"Are you a bone marrow donor?" I ask her politely.
"I volunteered for bone marrow, organs, blood. I believe in sharing my good health. But I draw the line at body parts… at least until I'm dead."
"We got the DNA match from a bone marrow database," Ziva informs him.
"I haven't donated any bone marrow et. I did give blood to an accident victim a couple of weeks ago. She died on the operating table."
"Did she lose her legs?"
"No. her chest was crushed."
"Where is her body now?" Gibbs asks her.
"Either at our morgue or the state's. she was a Jane Doe."
"is it standard operating procedure for nurses to give transfusions?" Ziva asks the nurse we're talking to.
"No. we were low on blood and I'm a universal donor. Identifying a pair of legs must be a first. Here it is. Jane doe was transferred to the Virginia Country Coroner's office eight days ago."
"Who signed for the body?" I ask her.
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"We have a warrant now," Ziva snaps at George as we walk into his office because he is the one who signed for the Jane Doe.
"For what? I didn't do anything wrong!" George defends himself innocently.
"No? I can think of at least two things. Framing an NCIS Agent for murder. And really, really, really, pissing him off. And she's not far behind."
"Open it," Gibbs orders him when we arrive at the refrigerator that has a padlock on it.
"I strongly recommend you do what he says," Ziva says to George before slapping him making him jump to action and opening the door. We all walk into the walk in refrigerator to see the dearly departed all hanging up covered in plastic making Ziva comments, "This explains why Jane Doe's legs were in pristine condition."
"You think I cut off some girl's legs?" George demands of us in disgust as Gibbs and I walk through the bodies checking they all have their legs.
"Did you?"
"No. Why would I ever do such a thing?"
"I don't know, but if you're going to talk to me, please get a breath mint first. Please!" Ziva begs of him as Gibbs and I look at one of the female's that is hanging up.
"He's doing it to me again! That bastard DiNozzo set me up," George yells while we look at the girl without legs.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," Ziva says over him while leading him away.
"How can anyone do that to another human being?" I ask Gibbs while looking at the poor girl.
"Because he has nothing to lose," Gibbs answers me.
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"I didn't doubt you for a second, boss. Well, maybe one second," Tony says to us in the squad room that night after Fornell released Tony.
"No, don't thank me. It was all Abby," Gibbs informs him.
"The poor girl hasn't slept since this entire affair began," Ducky adds.
"Where is she?" Tony asks us.
"She's probably passed on by now," Ziva informs him making me glare at her because Abby isn't allowed to die or I'll kill her.
"The term is passed out," McGee corrects her.
"Whatever. The girl is tired."
"She's probably making sure there's nothing else to in danger your innocents," I inform Tony because Abby doesn't want to be the reason her friend is imprisoned.
"I got the court records from Stewart's case against Baltimore unsealed," Shepard informs us.
"You're a little late, Jen. Un… I mean, thank you, Director," Gibbs says before changing it when she glares at him.
"Better, Jethro," Shepard says making Ziva laugh at him as I take the file of the director for the second time today, when I look at it I throw it at Gibbs while running off with Gibbs hot on my tail.
"Jethro?" Shepard calls after us.
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"Abby!" Gibbs and I call together as we run into the lab to see Chip hog tied on the floor with duct tape as Abby looks tired with her hair all measured up.
"Now can I work alone?" Abby asks Gibbs while pointing a knife at Chip who is the reason George lost his job because Chip is the one who screwed up the blood.
"Yep. You couldn't wait one more day, than you could have got rid of him without tiring him up," I inform Abby while bouncing over to her and pulling her into another hug that she needs, and this time it has nothing to do with Tony. As I hold Abby, Tony, Ziva and McGee get rid of that unless, unwanted, unneeded assistance that Shepard forced a pond Abby. When it is Abby, Gibbs, Shepard and me left in the lab I ask her, "Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?"
"I'm fine. I'm fine," Abby promise me making me node.
"Come on," Gibbs says to Abby while pulling her into a Gibbs hug which is the best thing when you are scared or hurting, it makes it better.
"You know. This whole case wouldn't have happened if you didn't change what didn't need changing. Or if you just kept your nose out of this team," I snap at the director because she is looking at Abby like she over reacted and it's all Abby's fault. I then add, "Or if you did a background check and called his past employers to see why he left."
"He didn't have it on his resume," Shepard defends herself.
"Of course it wasn't. If I get fired for contaminating evidence, I'm not going to tell my perspective new boss about it. That's why they invented background checks and phones to ring ex-employers."
"I did my job."
"Oh yeah, that's right. Your job is to fuck everyone over so that you can prove to your ex-boyfriend that you are mature, so he will take you back. That is sad. You hurt Abby, you hurt Tony, you hurt Gibbs, you hurt us and you don't fucking care. As long as you get your way. Ziva and Chip was added to a team because you wanted it, one is a murdered and the other framed Tony, and almost killed Abby."
"Alice enough," Gibbs orders me while pulling me away from the director before I do something that can get me fired, like shooting her.
"Jethro, keep your agents in line," Shepard orders Gibbs before turning and leaving.
"I don't like her," I mumble while turning to check on Abby.
"You don't have to like her, just don't get yourself fired. It's not worth it," Gibbs informs me.
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"To Tony's freedom," Abby toasts as we all drink at the bar, including Gibbs and Ducky.
"To Tony," we all toast to him before taking a sip of our drink.
"I hear you went off on the director," Tony grins at me making me give Abby a look but she just looks innocently back at me.
"She deserved it," I say innocently making Tony choked on the sip he just took.
"You're lucky she didn't fire you."
"She's lucky Gibbs stopped me from shooting her," I correct him before taking a sip of my drink.
"I would have paid to see you go off on her. I mean it was funny enough when you attacked Ziva, before you started throwing Ugly Tony's food at her.
We all drink and talk over the drinks, while having a good laugh as we relax for the first time in days.
"On this is my song. Come on Alice," Abby laughs while pulling me from my seat next to Gibbs and over onto the dance floor.
"Abby's I can't dance," I inform her over the beat music that you can feel in your chest with every drum beat.
"Yes you can," Abby corrects me while leading me into a dancing move that should be done between a man and a woman because I am basically grinding my ass into Abby's crutch.
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Gibbs pov
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I can't help but watch Alice on the dance floor with Abby, and she is teasing me without even releasing it. I love and hate that she is so innocent because she does somethings that is sexy, flirtation, or seductive without even releasing it making my life and other bits hard.
"Need a refill?" I ask everyone when I release need to move away before I remove Alice from this bar back to my bedroom because she is having fun and just because I'm jealous because other people are looking at her, doesn't give me a right to over react.
"Yes please boss," Tony says before everyone also agrees. I get up from my seat and slowly make my way throw the crowded bar over to the bar where I order refills for everyone including the two dancing girls.
"Jethro, what is happening between you and Alice?" Ducky asks me as he arrives at my side.
"Duck, what do you want me to say?" I ask him.
"You're one of my oldest friends. And she's my daughter. I don't want her to get hurt."
"I don't want… I won't hurt her; I'll blow my own brains out before I do that. She's my life, Duck. I can't hurt her is my very life depends on it," I promise to Ducky while looking over at her making sure she is alright and still having fun.
"I know your track record with women Jethro. And if you hurt my daughter, I'll do your autopsy… before your heart stops," Ducky threats me because I know he would, he might have missed most of the life she has lived already but Ducky does love his daughter.
"I know. I honestly don't know why she's with me; I'm too old for her, but as long as she'll have me. I won't hurt her, or leave her. I love her, Duck. And if I hurt her, I'll do the first incision for you."
"As long as you understand what happens to you if she gets hurt because of you. I would have paid to see her pissed off at the director and yell at her."
"It was kind of hot. But I don't want to be on the wrong side of that anger. I mean she just kept hitting more buttons then I know about."
"I bet she did. I'm surprised the director let her get away with it."
"She didn't say anything that wasn't true. And she didn't do anything that warrants termination."
"She wouldn't have done that with the old director," Ducky says while grabbing a couple of drinks to help me carry them back over to our table.
"Oh, she would have. She hung up on the old director on a weekly base. The only difference because she yells out her in person instead of over the phone," I inform Ducky making him Smile at me.
"Back on topic, I don't think she is going to let you go until you die. Probably of worry for what she's doing and how she's annoying," Ducky then informs me.
"Don't I know it," I mumble as we all hand out the drinks and watch the girls dance. Ziva has gone over to the other girls and began dancing on her own.
"Hey," Alice says when the girls finish dancing and returned to the table. All three of the girls are covered in a thin layer of sweat because of dancing, and the body heat on the dance floor.
"Have fun?" I ask her as she sits down and takes a sip of her drink.
"Yep," she answers me between her panting from all the dancing. She asks me then, "Are you having fun?"
"Yep. I don't mind watchin' you shaking your body," I whisper in her ear while the team members are talking amongst themselves and not paying attention to us. I add, "You know, if we won't waiting for Tony, McGee and Ziva to figure out we're together, I would have hit them on the back of the head so hard they would be in next year."
"Is my wittle marine jealous?" Alice teases me marine softly using the tone she uses with children.
"I'm not wittle," I inform her while indicting to below my belt.
"If you say so. But I've seen your gun and that says one thing," Alice teases me but I can see in her eyes that she doesn't believe that.
"I can prove it if you want?"
"I'm good."
"No, you're not," I say while leaning away from her to drink my drink happily with the brush that has covered her cute little face.
"You're mean," Alice mumbles while enjoying her own drink.