The roar of a big SUV sounded as it rounded the corner, in to Vance's road. I dove back in to the car, driving quickly away. I was angry at myself, this was not part of the plan, I was getting to excited, to confident. I should've never been at Vances house in the first place.
"Abby! Why did you call me down here?" Gibbs said as he walked in.
"I got a hit off the clothing Gibbs, I know where it was sold" Abby said excitedly.
"Where?" Gibbs said, getting impatient already.
"It's an expensive suit, sold only at high range stores. I called them, only one of them has sold any in the past week. Here's the address." Abby said.
"Good work Abs" Gibbs said, planting a Caf-Pow on her desk before heading out with Fornell, who had been silently standing behind Gibbs, listening to the conversation.
"Be careful Gibbs!" Abby shouted, as McGee appeared from Abby's office section.
"Better catch up with Gibbs, you could of told me he was coming Abby"
"Well you should of knowm McGee, Gibbs always appears when I get something." Abby this time shouted at McGee as he walked quickly out the way Gibbs and Fornell had gone seconds earlier.
"Tony, Ziva, McGee, go to this address, it's where the suit that piece of clothing was ripped from was brought, get the tapes and see if you can get a picture of our guy." Gibbs ordered.
"On it boss" Tony said, grabbing his gear and heading for the elevator, Ziva just a few steps behind.
"Parker, with me and Fornell" Gibbs barked, turning to face the agent sat at the makeshift desk. She got up and followed the two older and more senior agents to the elevator.
"Where are we going Gibbs?" Parker asked, despite working for the team for 24 hours straight now, the only person she had managed a proper conversation with was Ziva.
"Autopsy" Gibbs said as he pushed the button that would take the lift to Autopsy.
"What you got Duck?" Gibbs asked as he strode into Autopsy.
"The autopsy has confirmed my earlier hypothosis. The bruises around the neck area are all but identical to the ones on the first vic, the attack would have been very similar." Ducky informed.
"So the cause of death was strangulation?" Agent Parker said from her postion behind Gibbs and Fornell.
"Yes, sorry I didn't catch your name?" Ducky asked, looking up at the agent.
"Special Agent Parker, I'm working with the team for the remainder of this case, recently transferred from San Diego" Parker said to Ducky.
"Ahh... I'm Doctor Mallard, but you can just call me Ducky, everyone else does." Ducky smiled at the agent.
"Thanks Duck" Gibbs said as he headed for the lift.
"Excuse me" McGee said as they looked for the manager of the store.
"Yes?" One of the employees said.
"Could you tell me where the manager is" Ziva said.
"Can I ask why you want the manager?" The employee asked.
"NCIS" Said Tony, holding up the badge. "We are here in connection with a current investigation."
"Alright, I'll go get him, I will be back in a minute." The employee walked off. A few minutes later he came back with an older man, dressed in an expensive looking suit. "What do you want?"
"We need your security tapes from the last week." Tony said bluntly.
"Why?" The manager asked.
"Sorry, but we can't discuss details of any ongoing investigation." Ziva said.
"Being a high end store we have a lot of cameras, do you want all the tapes?"
"Yes, it is very important."
"Ok, Jack call security, tell them to bring them down." The manager told the employee.
"Yes sir." The employee walked off again, this time to the counter we're he picked up a phone. After a brief conversation he hung up. "Should be with you in a moment."
"Thank you" Ziva said.
"Abby, did you get the tapes?" Gibbs asked as he walked in to the lab.
"Oh hey Gibbs. Just watching them now" Abby replied, as Gibbs walked up to the plasma. "Someone's in the store now, this is 3 days ago. He's picked up that suit Gibbs, this could be our guy. If he turns around we could get a look at his face."
"Is that definately the suit?"
"It's where it is hung up, according to Ziva who saw it in the shop." Both of them watched the screen as the man turned around and headed to the till. After making sure he brought the suit Abby froze the screen. "There you go Gibbs."
"Abs, this guy is completely white, the guy on the camera buying the spray paint was tanned." Gibbs said, wondering if this case would ever get better.
"I'll run a facial recognision software. See if he is in the navy." Abby drags the face features on to a new screen and starts the test.
"How long Abs?" Gibbs asked.
"Well I dont know Gibbs, could take a while-" Abby began.
*DIng* *Ding* *Ding* Abby's computer started beeping. A positive identification showed up on the screen.
I followed him as he left the store, suit folded up in the bag. He drove for a few miles then entered a large driveway with a big house in the background. The man entered the house, I waited on the other side of the street for a while. Then a woman left the house, presumably the wife. She drove away in a new looking Porsche. After a couple more minutes of waiting I made my move. I put on a pair of latex gloves, moved up the driveway and up on to a large porch. I knocked on the door and got an answer a few seconds later. The same man I had followed answered. Without hesitation I pulled out my silenced pistiol and put three shots in his chest. I walked in the house and shut the door. As I walked past I saw small signs of life in the body on the floor. I put another bullet in his head to finish him off, then headed upstairs where I saw the suit hanging up on a door. I removed it and carried it back down the stairs, ignoring the now lifeless body I opened the door and walked out. The next stage had been completed, the order had been mixed up again, but it was necessarry. It was all part of the plan.