HELLO EVERYONE! I AM SORRY TO SAY IT, BUT THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER FOR THIS STORY. DON'T WORRY THOUGH, I AM NOT THROUGH WITH NAOMI YET!! I AM PLANNING MORE STORIES WITH MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER. MY POLL IS STILL OPEN EVERYONE! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...

Chapter Ten:

Case Closed

Abby and Naomi were still working on the computer simulation two hours later.

"Okay. I programmed all of the parameters in," Abby said. "Let's see what happens when we run it." She made a few strokes on the keyboard.

Naomi watched the stick figure representing Lance Corporal Haas stumble out of his car, grab his stomach, and then proceed to vomit. Next, the car rolled down the hill and pinned him against the tree.

"That cannot be right," Naomi commented. "His injuries are not consistent with this scenario."

Abby scrutinized the computer simulation closely. "The nose of a Pontiac Fiero is way too low to inflict damage to his spleen."

"So, he was dragged along with the car until it came to rest against the tree?" Naomi asked.

"I think so." Abby pressed the call button on the videophone. "Ducky, you there?"

"Naturally, Abigail. And Miss Naomi, how are you fitting in with Abby?"

"Fine, Ducky. Especially after an incident with methylene blue that was rather hilarious."

"Indeed. Now, what was it that you wanted to ask?"

"Could the injuries the lance corporal sustained be caused by dragging?"

Ducky mused on that for a moment. "It is very likely. As a matter of fact, I would say it is completely plausible. You have a theory, my dears?"

"Yes, we do. Vielen Dank, Ducky!"

"Always a pleasure," he said, closing the link.

"I'll link this to the bull pen. You call up ahead."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Naomi! Don't call me that!"

"Yes sir!" Naomi joked back.

Abby laughed. "I like you more and more everyday."

"You have only known me for two days," Naomi said confused.

"More time for me to get to know you."

"I see," Naomi nodded as she dialed up the bullpen.

"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs answered tersely.

"We have something. We're on our way up."

"Okay." He hung up.

"Straight to the point, is he not?" Naomi said as they walked out of the lab and into the elevator.

"One of his charms," Abby smiled.

"What do you two have?" Gibbs asked when they made it to the squadroom.

"We have cracked the case, Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed with a smile. "Naomi and I created a computerized recreation of the crime scene and ran a simulation." Abby moved to McGee's desk and typed on his computer, bringing the simulation up on the plasma screen.

Tony and Ziva moved to join them.

"Since we didn't find any foreign hairs or prints at the scene, we thought we had the perfect crime on our hands since there was nothing to go on. Not even half of a whirl or delta to run through AFIS. We had to look a little bit closer to figure out what happened."

"Abby, do you have a point to make?"

"I do, Gibbs."

"Then make it, so we go out and cuff our bad guy."

"That's the point, Gibbs! There are no suspects!"

"Unless you count the victim as a suspect as well," Naomi muttered. She got odd looks from Ziva and Tony.

"What do you mean?" Ziva asked.

"I took a closer look at the crime scene photos." She switched the image on the plasma screen to a close up of the gearshift. "I noticed that the gearshift was in neutral instead of park." She zoomed in on the gearshift.

"Okay," Tony replied. "So, what do you think happened?"

Naomi changed the image back to the simulation and ran it.

"The ingredients in the fuel injector cleaner caused the lance corporal to become so disoriented and dizzy that when he got out of the car to vomit, he did not realize that he didn't put the car in park."

"He gets out of the car and as he leans down to vomit, the car knocks him down and drags him several feet until they come to rest at the oak tree," Naomi finished.

"Okay then, case closed," Gibbs said as Tony and Ziva moved back to their desks. "Good work you two."

Naomi turned to go back to the elevator when she noticed that Gibbs and Abby were moving their hands in a silent conversation. "You know, it is very rude to talk about me when I am in the room with you."

"You understand sign language?" Abby asked, surprised.

"Yes I do," Naomi signed. "One of my college classmates was deaf. She taught me basic sentences. I later took a class on signing. A very intriguing language to learn."

Abby signed. "I think you will fit in well with this group."

"We will see, yes?"

"By the way, Schliemann, you are due on the gun range. Weapons proficiency test. Your psych evaluation is at oh nine hundred tomorrow."

"Understood, sir."

"Don't call me 'sir.'"

"Got it, Boss," Naomi amended.

"Grab your gear, let's go."

Naomi smiled and hurried to follow her soon to be new boss out of the bullpen.

WELL, THAT'S ALL FOR THIS STORY. I HAVE AN IDEA FOR MY NEXT INSTALLMENT SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT IN THE NEAR FUTURE. AND THE POLL WILL REMAIN OPEN FOR THE TIME BEING. THE ISSUE WILL RESOLVE ITSELF IN THE NEXT STORY, I PROMISE. THANK YOU FOR EVERY REVIEW YOU SUBMITTED. UNTIL NEXT TIME, MAYLEE!!!!