"I can't believe she's dead." Tony had insisted I sit down earlier. He handed me a small cup. "What happened?"

He didn't say anything for a minute. I glanced up at him. He was looking at Gibbs. "Someone hit her on the head. Not sure with what. We just got the case a few hours ago."

I played with the cup in my hands. "I haven't talked to her since she got married. She loved Rick so much. She hardly shut up about him while she lived with us. She didn't love him being a marine but she was willing to be a marines wife anyway." I smiled weakly. "I got a pregnancy announcement about five years ago. They had twin boys. It was what she always wanted." I watched the tears hit my hands. "Now they don't have a mom."

Tony ran his fingers over my hand. "I'm sorry."

I looked at him. His eyes were sad but there was no way for him to empathize. I wiped away the tears and took a deep breathe. He handed me a tissue and got up.

"DiNozzo, take her to autopsy."

"Why boss?"

Gibbs just stared. "Do it. Cynthia, go home. Your husband's worried."

"Not until I go to autopsy."

"You're not throwing up in Ducky's lab. I'll keep you posted."

Cynthia sighed but left for the parking lot. Tony led me to the elevator.

"You up for this?" He pressed the button for Ducky's lab.

"Not really."

"I wonder what Gibbs wants you here for."

The door dinged open. "My nose." I walked out. "He wants to see if I can smell the weapon."

He followed behind. His face contorted in confusion. "Why would you think that?"

"I got his coffee right in one sniff the other day." I turned to him. "Your friend, Fernell, used to the same thing. On more occasions than I like to admit to."

"Ms. Miller!" Ducky greeted me.

"Please, call me Terra, Dr. Mallard."

"Only if you call me Ducky."

We smiled at each other.

"So Ducky, got anything?" Tony stood next to me.

"The poor girl died from internal bleeding. The blunt force trauma to her head caused her to be unconscious almost instantly. It was a very slow and painful death. What I did find interesting is that after the fatal blow, the bastard raped her. Unfortunately for us, he used a condom."

"So we're dealing with a pro." Tony scratched his head.

Not again.

"Yes, unfortunately." He turned Taylors head. The wound was so deep. "The bastard hit her hard enough that even if she'd survived, she would have been blind for the rest of her life."

I fought the urge to vomit. "The bastard."

"Anything more useful?"

"Tony, didn't your mother ever tell you to eat your peas before dessert?" Ducky shined the light more on her head. "There were some particles embedded in her skull. Most likely from our murder weapon. I sent some off to Abby."

I leaned in closer to her head. "It's iron."

"Excuse me?" Ducky looked at me.

"Whatever the weapon was, it was made out of iron." I stood up straight. My gut wrenched. This felt way too familiar.

"Are you sure it's not blood you're smelling?" Tony gave me a look.

I stepped up close to him, glaring. "My nose is hypersensitive. I can smell the bottom of your shoes even after you wiped it off with bleach. I've smelled more blood and pure iron more times than I ever wanted. I think I know the difference, Agent DiNozzo." I jammed my shoulder into him as I walked past.