"So, Duck! What can you tell me about our captain and his friend?" Gibbs strode into Autopsy, carrying a large steaming cup of coffee, trailed by McGee, Harper and Sinclair. He took a sip and glanced over his shoulder at the two new men as he waited for the M.E.'s answer.
"They were both in excellent health, Jethro. Aside from one bullet to the brain, each. As you can see, it's obvious that the weapon was in contact with the skin when it was fired. You can see the burn marks here, and here." Ducky pointed with his bloody dissecting tool, indicating the blackened flesh circling each bullet wound.
He set down the instrument and led the team of agents over to the light panels. Gesturing to the films hanging there, he continued, "On the x-rays you can clearly see each bullet, which I have already sent up to Abigail."
"Not a through-and-through, Duck? At such a close range?" Gibbs walked over to the table where Jimmy was carefully cleaning several instruments. "Missed a spot, there, Palmer."
Jimmy glanced up at Gibbs, then peered down at the tool he held. Gibbs turned back to the doctor and smiled as the older man answered.
"The films don't lie, Jethro. I must admit, though, I am curious as to why it wasn't a through-and-through. I am certain Abby will have a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. Now I have a question for you. Do we have an ID on our mystery woman yet?" He looked expectantly at his friend and the silent team behind him.
Gibbs turned and eyed the two new men on his team. "Do we have an answer for the doctor?"
Edward and Walter looked at each other, then back at Gibbs. To his eye, they at least looked uncomfortable about their continued silence.
"Really, gentlemen," Ducky said with some exasperation. "I have paperwork to fill out. A death certificate. Surely you can give me the poor unfortunate woman's name."
Walter nodded. "Yes. Sorry, Doctor. Her name was Helena Downey."