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"It's not very deep," Ducky said while looking at the grave that Jane Doe was buried.
"Hastily dug graves rarely are," Gibbs informs Ducky.
"Do you know why graves are six feet deep, Gibbs?"
"I do," Gibbs and I answer at the same time.
"Six feet is the minimum depth at which the smell of a decomposing corpse cannot attract wild animals. Of course, there are exceptions. A polar bear can smell."
"Ducky, I said I knew," Gibbs tells him.
"Sorry."
"No tracks. Whoever buried her may have parked on the street and used the hiking trail. The park rangers circle hourly at night, so he'd have to move pretty fast to be parked on the road," Tony informs us.
"Well, that goes with the shallow grave. Our digger was in a hurry. Okay, let's get to work," Gibbs says to Tony.
"I don't have a body," Ducky informs us like we don't already know that.
"Go find one, Duck."
"Here?"
"Sure. How many times have we had multiple victims?"
"Quite right, Jethro," Ducky said while walking away.
"That's slick, boss," Tony says with a chuckle.
"What's that?"
"Getting Ducky off so he wouldn't bug us with one of those stories about," Tony rambles before changing to, "We'd better get back to work."
"Your names Jethro?" I ask Gibbs while giving him a confused look.
"Yeah, got a problem with that," Gibbs says.
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"No, you will not put her picture on TV," Gibbs says into the phone while Tony and I look around the crime scene. And take photos and get evidence for Abby. "I want whoever did this to think she's still dead. No, Kate. No. our priority if finding the bomb," To tony he informs him, "She bonded."
"Kate and Jane Doe?" Tony ask.
"Oh, yeah. She hasn't even questioned her yet," Gibbs said before imitating Kate, "Her eyes… they just pleaded for help."
"I love that look in a women."
"I can't believe how good you do Kate," I say to Gibbs as Ducky walks back into the clearing.
"I couldn't find a body," Ducky informs us.
"Sorry," Tony says.
"How did you two do?"
"I found a couple of arrowheads," Gibbs tells him.
"Ah! Yeah – this one's an arrowhead, but this one's a shark's tooth. And oh… not more than a few thousand years old."
"That recent?" Tony asks.
"Oh yes. Any older and it would be blackened and fossilized."
"How'd it get into Rock Creek Park?"
"Oh, pre-Colombian Indians – they either found a dead shark on the shore or procured it from a Casimoroid tribe. We have to notify ARPA."
"After we're done here," Gibbs orders him.
"Come on, Gibbs. It's a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar fine for disturbing an archaeological site."
"Crime site first, Duck."
"You know, I was just thinking. Since the arrowhead and shark's tooth were here before Jane Doe was buried," Tony asks but at the look that Gibbs is giving him, "Never mind."
"Wouldn't it be fascinating if our Jane Doe was unknowingly interred atop a prehistoric burial? It's happened to me once before you know. In sixty eight," Ducky rambles, "or was it sixty seven? No matter."
"Does he ever run out of the endless stories?" I sign to Gibbs, making him give me a small shake of his head telling me no.
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"We found a forty seventy calibre lodged in the Comanche's femur. Now since the forty seventy cavalry carbine was introduced in eighteen seventy three we have an approximate date to work with," Ducky continues to ramble while sitting on a tree branch.
"Speaking of dates to work from. We've worked together for two years and you know, I have no idea where you live," Tony cuts in.
"Well, I'd just as well we kept it that way, Tony."
"Right."
"Well, hello," Gibbs said.
"Are you just doing that to shut Tony up?" I ask him while looking over his shoulder.
"Ah, another artefact?" Ducky asks us.
"Only if your Pre-Colombians used keys."
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"I suppose you want me to find out what chastity belt this opens," Abby ask Gibb while looking at the key we found.
"Do I look like DiNozzo?" Gibbs ask her in return.
"Well, in the right light, sometimes," I inform him.
"Not funny, boss. Besides, I could open a chastity belt," Tony enlightens us.
"Did you ever see one? Mine's awesome. Its eighteenth century French," Abby tells him.
"Cool, mine is seventeenth century French. But Kate doesn't let me keep it in the house," I tell Abby.
"Why not?"
"She is Kate and doesn't like anything cool, like dead body bits in the fridge."
"You have a chastity belt?" Tony asks us both.
"So much more information then I need to know about Abby, and not enough about this key," Gibbs said while giving us all looks.
"The key opens a magnetized lock. Instead of serrations, magnets repel magnetized pin," Abby informs him.
"Hotel room?"
"Possibly. But it could be any high security lock. There's no logos or serial numbers. But a magnetic code is like a fingerprint. So it'll lead me back to whatever system made the code on the key."
"Hospital called. The rape kit's negative. Anything on her prints or clothing?" Kate asks Abby.
"Nothing on the fingerprints yet, but the gas chromatograph should be giving me something on her clothe soon."
"Hey, how was your interview?" Gibbs asks Kate.
"It's sad, Gibbs. She's trying so hard. She trying so hard. She desperately want to help," Kate answers him.
"I'm glade." But did she remember anything?" I cut Gibbs off.
"She did. She thinks that she's been fingerprinted before."
"Terrorist," Tony says.
"And she remembers praying in church. She's not the terrorist type, Tony."
"That what you said about the press tours on air force one, but look how that ended," I remind her.
"Oh, so you're thinking more Emma Thompson than Angelina Jolie?" Tony asks Kate.
"Got a whup!" Abby informs us when the computer beeps.
"What kind of whup, Abby? Abby?" I ask her while trying to look at the computer but she keeps getting in my way.
"Okay, um… this hit is erythritol. It's used in low-carb sweeteners. And this spike is trimethulene. It's found in polyester fibres. Dinitrate is a common angina medication. And this is glycol, and glycol is antifreeze."
"So Jane Doe uses low-carb sweetener, wears polyester, puts her own anti-freeze in her car and has a heart condition," Tony asks her.
"Or she's mixing up a brew to go boom! Big time. All these chemicals are used in high grade explosives," I inform him.
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"I can't release a women who doesn't know her name, Agent Gibbs," Jane Doe's doctor, Sanderson, informs us.
"What's the neurological consult say?" Gibbs asks him.
"She's in no medical danger, but she doesn't know who she is, where she lives, her phone number, anything! I can't release her!"
"Yes, you can, Doctor. Tell them, Maureen," Kate cuts in while leading Jane Doe to us.
"My name's Maureen Ingalls. I live at six twenty Niagara Street in Alexandria. I don't think I ever remembered my phone number," Jane Doe resights what she knows about herself.
"You remember who buried you?" Gibbs asks her.
"She may always block that memory. Isn't right, Doctor?" Kate asks for her.
"Yes. Most traumatic amnesiacs never recall the event which triggered the memory loss. In fact, I have a case where there were three accident victims who," Sanderson answers Kate but continues to ramble on.
"What if her attacker return?" Tony overlaps the doctor.
"She'll be in protective custody at my place," Kate answers her.
"No, she is not. I am not living with someone I don't know. That is just asking for trouble," I cut in while pointing my finger at Kate.
"So you'll assume responsibility for signing her out?" Sanderson asks Kate.
"Of course," is Kate's answer without thinking about it.
"I still suggest she stays for another twenty four hours, but since she's recovered her memory, I," Sanderson informs us.
"Thank you, doctor. Oh, and Ms Ingalls has no clothes. So can she borrow a set of greens?"
"No problem. Follow me, please."
"I'll join you in a minute," Kate said to Jane Doe, giving Jane Doe the signal to follow the doctor.
"Okay, who's Maureen Ingalls?" Gibbs asks Kate.
"How do you know she isn't?" Kate asks him.
"Our cousin," I cut before she lies about Jane Does identity.
"That was a quick fold," Tony said while looking at me.
"Kate, do you realized the laws you're violating by signing her out when you know she's lying?" Gibbs asks her.
"Her memory is already coming back, Gibbs. She remembered the German word for 'explosive fabricator,'" Kate informs us.
"She speaks German?" Tony asks her in surprise.
"No, but I think she makes explosives for a German firm here."
"Or a German terrorist cell with ties to Al Qaeda," I tell her.
"Well, since Al Qaeda is not listed in the yellow pages, let's start checking German munition makers first."
"Whoa. What's with you and Jane Doe?" Tonky asks her.
"And please tell me it is not genic," I add onto the end.
"She'll be occupying my spare bedroom so I don't have to stay no to you," Kate informs him while giving me a shove for what I said.
"Oh, did I ask? Did I?" Tony asks us.
"Why are you doing this, Kate" Gibbs asks her while grabbing my arms to stop me falling over.
"She's terrified, Gibbs. I should think my place would be more conducive to her recovering her memory than a hospital. And we need to find that bomb," Kate informs him.
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"Gotcha," Abby says while looking at her computer.
"Love to hear that word out of your dark lips, Abby," Gibbs informs her while giving her caf-pow.
"Hey guys. What did you find?"
"Kate willing to give her bedroom to Jane Doe and not me," Tony informs him.
"Shocking," Abby and I say at the same time.
"The gotcha?" Gibbs ask while getting it back onto topic.
"You were right, Gibbs. I matched the magnetic code to a system made by MagSecure. It's a hotel key," Abby informs him.
"You got a list of the hotels?"
"MagSecure's faxing it over. It'll be here shortly."
"What's that on the top?" Tony asks her.
"A scratch."
"Mm, that's more than a scratch."
"You might actually be right."
"Want to know what my vision is?"
"No," Gibbs answers him.
"Hell no. Why would someone what to know that?" I asks him.
"Twenty ten. Same as Ted Williams. He could see the seams on a fastball coming at him," Tony tells us anyway.
"How about knuckles?" Gibbs and I asks at the same time.
"Whoa," Abby said when her computer beeps.
"Whoa. How did someone etch letters that small?" Gibbs asks while looking over Abby's shoulder onto the computer screen.
"Micro-laser. It was developed to put serial number on diamonds. The numbers are invisible to the naked eye," Abby explains.
"Not mine," Tony brags.
"So the thieves think their heist is fence-able and then wham-they get five to ten," Abby continues to explain after we all give Tony a look.
"Why use them on a room key?" Gibbs asks Abby.
"Maybe because someone was playing with the hotel's new toy. Like when photocopiers first come out and people were copying everything from C-notes to their ass," I inform Gibbs.
"You sat your naked butt on a photocopier, didn't you, Abby and Alice," Tony asks us.
"Yep," Abby answers with a smile.
"Who didn't? I bet even Gibbs did," I say while looking to Gibbs to see if he answers one way or another.
"Why are you here and not with Kate and Jane Doe?"
"I refuse to stay in a house with someone I don't know. Which is why I have never been on a school camp."
"Cool."
"Abby, when you have time, can you maybe help me find my biological father?" I sign to Abby so Tony won't know what I ask her.
"Of course I can. I just need a DNA sample and I can run it until I found out who it is," Abby signs back to me.
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"It looks like they're only three hotels in the D.C. area that use MagSecure keys," Abby tells us when we follow her into the back office of the lab.
"And the phone number for the Jackson is five, five, five," Tony reads off for Gibbs.
"Triple five zero one hundred," Gibbs over laps him without looking at the sheet of paper.
"Do you got contact lenses?"
"Why are you so concerned with Gibbs age and sight? I think you really want to have sex with him," I tell Tony.
"Nope," Gibbs answers him while giving me a look of thanks before saying into the phone, "Can I talk to your manager, please?"
"Laser surgery?" Tony ask while giving me an annoyed look for my comment.
"No. DiNozzo, put a sock in it. Contact the rest of these hotels," Gibbs ordered him, before turning back to the phone again and saying, "Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. Navy Criminal Investigative Service."
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"None of the hotels micro-etch their keys," Tony informs us once he is finished talking to the hotels.
"Well, somebody etched 'the apartment' on that key," Abby informs him again.
"Maybe as permanent resident. What hotels besides the Jackson take permanent residents?" Gibbs asks Tony.
"Neither of them," Tony answers him.
"We'll need a search authorization."
"How'd you know that Jackson had permanent residents?"
"I just did."
"Did you used to live there once, Boss? Or…"
"No."
"Did you know someone who lives there…"
"My ex-wife lives there."
"Oh. Oh. So you didn't read the phone number, you knew it," Tony said with surprise while looking at Gibbs.
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"Very expensive-looking, boss. I hope she's not sticking you with the," Tony says to Gibbs while looking around the corridor of the hotel room.
"Has Mister Richter had a suite here for long?" Gibbs overlaps him.
"Over two years," the manager answers him.
"Then you know him well?"
"Well, not really. If the residents don't call us with a problem, we respect their privacy. Here we are, suite eighty seven hundred. Oh, my," the manager said while leading us into Mister Richter's room and seeing it is trashed and there is a dead body init.
"Okay. Did she give you a name?" Gibbs asks Kate into his hone while we process the crime scene. "Blue blazer, blue shirt, burgundy tie with a blue strip? Oh, yeah. We found him."
"Boss, Alice, this is Detective Andy Kochifis, Homicide 0 cut me some slack on the Major Kerry investigation," Tony informs us when we come over to them.
"Maybe he'll do it again," Gibbs says while taking a sip of his coffee that I went and got him.
"What? I do it once and I'm a whore?" Kochifis asks us.
"Nope, but if you do it twice, hell yes," I informed him.
"A courtesan, maybe. Richter had a year's lease, it's not the home address of his driver's license," Gibbs informs us.
"There's no clothe in the closet. No photos. Just hotel amenities," I informs Gibbs what I have found.
"Check the booze."
"Oh, yeah. That's not hotel stock. Macallan eighteen, Belvedere and Bombay Sapphire," Tony informs him.
"Could be a beltway bandit who leased this suite for company entertainment," Kochifis inputs into the conversation.
"In his own name?" Gibbs asks him.
"Tony said an amnesia case led you here."
"Yeah, found a key to this place in Jane Doe's grave."
"I thought she was alive."
"Yeah, she woke up taking a dirt nap in Rock Park and did a Dracula," Tony informs him.
"That's a new one."
"Whoever buried her thinks she's dead. I'd like to keep it that way," Gibbs informs him.
"Okay. But why do you want the lead on the investigation?"
"There may be a Navy terrorist attack in the mix. We'd just like to keep it all in one ball of wax."
"Yeah, look how well we did last time, huh," Tony says.
"Not according to," Kochifis cuts him off.
"To the TV, yeah, I know, don't rub it in," Tony cuts him off.
"All right, look. If our M.E.'s cool, so am I."
"NCIS will handle the autopsy," Kochifis' ME tells us while walking past us.
"Okay, Aldridge," Kochifis say to him.
"What'd he die from, Duck?" Gibbs asks Ducky while standing over him and the body.
"A Blunt object to the back of the head. Yes, I believe we'll find blood in hair. Well, blood on an object here. One of the bookends, the obelisk. The crystal ashtray. I hope he didn't suffer the indignity of being whacked by this tawdry bust of President Kennedy," Ducky informs us.
"Tony."
"I'm on it," Tony said while looking at the busted.
"Was he murdered before our Jane Doe was buried?"
"Liver temperature was close to room temperature. So he deceased at least eighteen hours ago," Ducky answers him without answering him.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Jethro, I didn't answer forensic questions I don't know the answers to. You know that. Why do you keep asking me?"
"Force of habit," Gibbs said with a smile and shrug of his shoulder.
"Bad news, Ducky. It looks like blood on the Kennedy bust," Tony informs Ducky while bagging and tagging it.
"Oh, you poor man!" Ducky says to the dead body.
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"Guys, this is weird," Abby informs us while almost jumping on the spot.
"Ducky didn't like it either. Said it was tawdry," Tony informs her.
"Oh, no, no. The bust is cool. It's what I found that's weird. There's a partial palm print on this bust of Kennedy. And if you remember your history," Abby informs us.
"There was a partial palm print on the Mannilicher rifle used to assassinate Kennedy," I cut Abby off and finish what she was saying.
"Don't tell me that you tried to match them?" Tony asks Abby.
"Please tell me that you did."
"No, there's not enough of a print there to match. But I just thought it'd be cool to try," Abby informs us.
"Are you saying that our palm print may be useless for identification?" Gibbs questions Abby.
"Yes. But don't you think that's weird? That the Kennedy bust and the Kennedy murder weapon both have partial palm prints."
"That's not what I think is weird, Ab. What is weird is that Alice knows that. What about the latents you found at the hotel room?" Gibbs asks her.
"Um… there were some unknowns and some matches. The ones on the crystal tumbler and the Macallan belong to the victim. But what's going to make your day is the latent you lifted off the desk. The one on the left side Kate took off Jane Doe in the hospital. On the right side… is your print from the desk."
"Oh, they match," Tony works out what Abby is saying without saying it.
"Fourteen Galton points."
"Jane Doe was in that hotel suite," Gibbs exclaims.
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"Our victim died from a subdural hematoma caused by a skull fracture. I believe we'll find that this impression in the parietal lobe will match that on the gaudy bust of President Kennedy," Ducky informs us when we get into autopsy after talking to Abby.
"Got time of death yet?" Gibbs asks him.
"Well, due to the fixed lividity, the degree of putrefaction, the level of Escherichia coli in the stomach and digestive tract," Ducky rambles on like normal.
"Ducky!"
"At least forty four hours ago. That's the best I can do with any certainly."
"Our Jane Doe was found at zero three fifty, Monday. Less than two days ago."
"It's safe to say our guest didn't put her in the ground."
"None of this is getting us to a bomb on a ship, Duck."
"Ah, but it is, boss. Background on Richter. He was head of Security for a German firm. B-B-B. What is with the Germans and the alphabet thing? B-M-W, B-M-G, B-A-S-F. Any they're all B's," Tony tells us.
"I'm resisting the urge to say cut the B.S," Gibbs tells him making me laugh at that line.
"B-F-F stands for Bombe Fermentdeckung Fabrik."
"Tell me that bombe means the same in German as it does in English."
"Jawohl mein Kapitan," Tony says in German, "B-F-F makes bomb detecting devices for the U.S. Navy."
"Yeah."
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"In a hotel?" Brauer asks us, he has a strong German accent. While we are sit and talk in his office.
"The Jackson," Gibbs answers him.
"Mein Gott," Brauer informs us in German before continues in English, "Suite eighty seven hundred? I was there Friday."
"To kill Richter?" Tony asks him.
"No. how could you ask such a question?"
"It's his job and personality," I notify him next, from my place of leading against Gibbs chair and take notes.
"I take it you don't have the murderer, Agent Gibbs."
"What were you doing at the Jackson Friday?" Tony asks him.
"We maintain a suite there. Two of our senior engineers were over from Berlin. We had a drink before dinner."
"Why is the room lease in Richter's name?" Gibbs asks him.
"Ours is a very competitive business. We don't want our arrivals knowing where our firm puts our people. Maids have been bribed. Phones bugged."
"People murdered," Tony and I add onto the end.
"That's a first for us."
"It may not be the last," Gibbs informs him.
"Who's your explosive hersteller?" Tony asks him.
"Suzanne McNeil. Is she dead, too?" Brauer asks us without much sadness.
"Do you have a photo of her?" Gibbs asks without answering the questions.
"Yes, in our personnel records," Brauer informs us while pulling it up on his computer.
"What kind of work does she do for you?" I ask him.
"She formulates explosives for our testing aids. Please tell me Suzanne is not dead."
"Suzanne is not dead," Tony and I say at the same time, making Brauer stop typing in surprise.
"Whoops," Gibbs said.
"Big Whoops," Tony agrees.
"You looked of surprised to find out she is alive, Brauer."
"Yeah. You tell me Walter has been murdered. You say he may not be the only one. Then you ask me about Suzanne. Of course I assume that she is dead, too," Brauer informs us like that is an okay reason to think someone is dead. The computer beeps indicating that computer has got what he was looking for, he turns the computer around to us while saying, "This is Suzanne McNeil."
"Why do you keep calling her by her first name? Are you having an affair?" I ask him.
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"Her name's Suzanne McNeil," Gibbs informs Kate when she rings him to inform him how she is going with Jane Doe. "She formulates explosives for B.F.F. I've e-mail her personal file to you. She's got a top security clearance. It'll be like telling her life story. She didn't recognize Richter?" she got all teary eyed over a body she didn't know? Oh, yeah. So you keep telling me. Maybe. He knows she's alive. He's not in cuffs. He probably thinks she's unconscious or too traumatized to remember. Oh, right. I've got a couple of ideas," Gibbs says before hanging up the phone.
"You e-mailed her?" I ask him while sucking on the lolly pop I pulled out of my pocket.
"I don't know how to e-mail."
"Well, don't take created for my hard work of not teasing Kate through an email."
"I'll be with you in a moment," Brauer yells out to us again.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs says when Tony walks over to us after he finished talking to the women.
"Sorry, boss. This guy's Webster's definition of a micro-manager. People need his permission to take a whiz," Tony informs us like it makes it better that we are still waiting.
"I could have gone for coffee. What'd you pick up? Anything?"
"No. Give me a few minutes with his girl and," Tony starts to say but Gibbs hits him in the back of the head, shutting him up instantly. "From the little English I heard, the new 'Bombe Sniffler' isn't snuffing so good. Brauer's worried it won't pass Navy acceptance trails Thursday."
"Test? On a Navy ship?" I asks Tony.
"If I heard there were going to be tests on a Navy ship, do you think we'd still be standing here, boss?"
"Oh, sorry. Forgot your mind works concurrently. Where is this taking place?" Gibbs asks him.
"In some lab here."
"I apologize for the delay, Agent Gibbs. What would you like to see first?" Brauer asks us when he finally comes over.
"The lab where you're conducting the Navy Test on Thursday," Gibbs orders him.
"Why do you want to go there?"
"Because it gets him hard," I answers him sarcastically.
""Your Security of Security is dead. NCIS is tasked with protecting Navy brass," Gibbs tells him while discreetly smacking my ass for that comment.
"You think terrorists killed him?" Brauer asks him.
"These days I look for terrorists behind most everything."
"Of course. Ja. This way, please."
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"How well did you know Suzanne McNeil?" Gibbs asks Brauer while we walk throw a building in single file.
"Oh, didn't she tell you?" Brauer ask us in surprise.
"I'd like your opinion on her relationship."
"Well, I know Suzanne quite well professionally. She is one of my key employees."
"Kind of sexy, too," Tony adds into the conversation what he thinks about Jane Doe.
"Oh, I think you find all women that way, Agent DiNozzo."
"Oh, come on. You've got to admit she's pretty sexy."
"I'm happily married."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have micro-etching equipment here?" Gibbs asks while changing the topic.
"Yeah. Richter uses," Brauer says before rethinking it and changes it to, "Used it for security purposes."
"Did you ever see this old film 'the Apartment' with Jack Lemmon?"
"No, I don't believe so."
"Richter did," Tony informs him.
"Probably. He loved those movies. But what does this have to do with…"
"I assume the photo in your office is your wife," Gibbs cuts him off.
"Ja," Brauer answers in German.
"Lovely women," I state.
"Dahnke," Brauer says again in German.
"Older than Suzanne, of course," Tony adds in.
"Are you implying that I had an affair with Ms. McNeil?"
"I said that in your office before you made us wait like an hour for this tour," I remind him.
"Did you?" Gibbs asks once I'm done talking.
"No, Agent Gibbs, I did not. A man in my position cannot afford to risk losing everything in one of your ridiculous sexual harassment suits," Brauer informs us.
""There is a motive."
"Sure is," Tony adds in so no one forgets he is there.
"Yeah, I suppose someone in your profession would look at it that way. But why would I murder Walter Richter who wasn't only a close associate, but my friend?" Brauer tells us.
"I don't know," Gibbs says to him.
"I wouldn't," Brauer informs us while hitting" a boor buzzer and then opens the door into the test facility.
"Who are these people, Stephen?" Rutger ask in German.
"It's okay," Brauer answers him in German.
"Is that a bomb sniffer?" Tony ask.
"We don't breed dogs. It's a Fernschaltung Sprengstoff Spuren Einheitour," Brauer informs us in an insulted tone of voice.
"It'll never take first in show at Westminster."
"Where is that ship?" Gibbs asks while nodes to the Navy ship on a monitor.
"In here, Agent Gibbs," Brauer answers while opening another door. We walk throw the door into another corridor.
"Is this where you use the explosive Suzanne makes?" I ask him.
"Ja. She makes exotic bombs to test our detecting devices."
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"What's that?" Tony asks while pointing to computer monitor.
"Chemical signatures we are detecting. Nitrates, mercury, glycols, cyclotrimethylenes. Object Four B contains a compound of cyclonite and penaerythrite tetranitate," Rutger informs us what we are looking at while controlling the bomb finding robot.
"Terrorist grade Semtex," Brauer informs us.
"Our NCIS explosive sniffer would tag that," Tony enlightens him.
"Well, this test is just beginning. There are more sophisticated explosive that your equipment could not detect."
"What makes your sniffer better?"
"Our software. Chemical signatures are compared to a databank of all known explosive compounds. When a critical composition is detected, it sets off an alarm," Rutger resights to us.
"It's only as good as the software," Gibbs informs him.
"Which is very good, very good," Brauer busts about the robot.
"Then why are you worried about the Navy trails?"
"Is that what Suzanne said?"
"Why are you so afraid of what she might or might not have told us?" I ask them all while watching the robot move onscreen.
"She would be pleased to see us fail," Rutger says without anyone answering my question.
"Why?" Gibbs and I ask them.
"She would win, of course. And Suzanne likes to win."
"It's her job to create explosives we cannot detect," Brauer explains to us.
"So she held a few surprises back because she like to win," Gibbs expresses.
"In the beginning she had some limited successes, but Doctor Rutger has re-written the software to," Brauer explains at the bomb exploded taking out the camera on the sniffer robot.
"I had a hunting dog like that once."
"How did that go?" I ask Gibbs while smiling at the through of Gibbs hunting dog.
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"Hey. Well?" Gibbs ask when we get back into the main part of the building and see Kate standing there alone.
"Reading her file didn't work. She thought being up in her office might help her remember," Kate enlightens him.
"How'd she know where her office was?" Tony inquires her in confusion.
"It's called a directory, Tony."
"Are you speaking of Ms McNeil?" Brauer questions of us.
"Yeah, we are. Kate Todd, B-F-F CEO Stephen Brauer," Gibbs introduces them.
"Mister Brauer," Kate says.
"What doesn't she remember?"
"Well, why don't you ask her yourself?" I ask him while pointing to Suzanne aka Jane Doe.
"Anything?" Kate asks Suzanne.
"No," Suzanne answers her without any emotion.
"Suzanne?" Brauer asks.
"We know each other?"
"Ja. I'm Stephen. Stephen."
"I'm sorry, Mister Stephen. I… I don't remember you."
"Brauer. Stephen is my given name."
"Sorry, Mister Brauer."
"Well, that's both good news and bad news. She can't tell you the formula to her explosive," Gibbs expresses.
"But then again, she can't remember who buried her Rock Creek Park," I continue for him.
"Were you buried?" Brauer queries Suzanne like we would like to him about that.
"Yes," Suzanne replies to him.
"And you don't remember anything?"
"Only that I like blueberries."
"Come Suzanne. Sit with me. Perhaps if we talk," Brauer declares while he and Suzanne walks away from us.
"That son of a bitch is guilty as hell," Gibbs enlightens us.
"You remember when I stayed with you that time, when it didn't go so well?" Tony asks Gibbs while we watch Brauer and Suzanne talk out the end of the hallway.
"Yeah I remember, DiNozzo."
"Well, listen. I was young then. Immature. A little unfocused."
"That was six months ago, Tony," Gibbs states making me lose it with laughter.
"She said someone bashed the poor man's head in. how did she know that Richter's head was bashed in? I couldn't see his wound. Nobody told her how he died. She remembered," Kate realised. "Suzanne! Don't!"
"Sorry, Kate," Suzanne said before dropping the bomb in her hand. We turn and hit the ground, somehow Gibbs body end up half covering my at the explosion lights up the whole room.
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"Kate you did the best you can," I tell Kate while the Ambulance officer look over us and wrap her arm.
"I know but I should have released earlier," Kate tells me.
"What would you have done if you had? What could you do?"
"I don't know. Something, anything."
"Come on Kate lets go home and forget about it while you help me get ready for my date."
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"There you go," Kate said while pulling my hair into a half up with coils in my hair. My makeup is done to perfection with my blood red lipstick and over the top eye shadow. I am wearing a blood red dress that end just below my bottom and my six inch heels that match my dress.
"Thank you Kate. I'll see you late and don't beat yourself up. I got you a bottle of wine to help you feel better," I tell Kate while grabbing my purse and head out of the apartment.
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"Is that a boat?" I ask Gibbs when I get to his place.
"Yes, I thought you had a date tonight," Gibbs said to me while looking at me standing on the top of his stairs.
"I did."
"Why are you here and not at the date?"
"I waited for two hours and then when he finally showed up it was my fault that he was late because I didn't remind him. And all he talks about is himself."
"Why are you here?"
"I didn't want to go and tell Kate she was right about John."
"What did she say?"
"That he was no good and after the same thing as Tony."
"I'm sorry. Do you want to help me?"
"I don't know how."
"Come down here and I while show you," Gibbs tells me and I walk down the stairs and stop beside Gibbs but he pulls me in front of him and guides my hand to sand the wood.
"Can I ask you question Gibbs?" I asks Gibbs after a few minutes of him just guiding me to sand.
"What is it?"
"How do you get the wood into here?"
"The same way I get the boat at when it is finished."