A/N: And I'm back after what appears to be forever. I've been busy busy and had no time. But while my other half plays on his PS3 I can write :D

Disclaimer: Not mine! If it was Kate wouldn't be dead.

The Mummy and His Money - Chapter 12 - Of course my darling/New evidence

Ducky had been stuck in autopsy for the best part of a day trying to fathom just exactly how Lt. Schilz was killed. Or should we say murdered? He was stood next to the body holding a golf club in his hand. Behind him was a bag filled with other clubs. It was the one packed in the pod with the mummy. He examined the body closely to see if he could match it up with any of the marks on the mummy. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he hadn't noticed the autopsy doors swoosh. Abby strolled in, noticing that he was holding a golf club she decided to have a bit of fun at his expense. "Fore!" she shouted as she walked in. Her words echoing around the room. To say she had startled the older gent would be an understatement. He ducked down quick as if a golf ball was headed his way. Abby let out a chuckle at that. The little scare had been worth it. He stood up his face red; he want red with anger just a little flushed after making the sudden dip down to the floor. "Never do that again." He scolded her as she walked up to slab.

"Sorry, Ducky, I didn't know you gonna freak out." she said, amusement evident as she spoke.

"It's an automatic reflex, Abigail. I am a golfer after all."

"Ducky, you know how I hate being called Abigail." she said.

"Well don't shout 'fore' when I have a niblick in my hand." he said back in mocked anger.

"Niblick? Sounds like some sort of sex act."

"Yes, that's what I thought it was the first time I heard the term." he said as he held up the club, "A niblick is what a nine-iron used to be called when golf was the province of Scottish nobles," he held his other hand in the air and made a fist when he spoke, "not the democratic "lovely walk spoiled" by the weekend duffer." he took a few steps back from the autopsy slab and swung golf club as if he was about the tee off.

Abby smiled at the old man, 'you gotta love the Duckman.' she thought. "So are we thinking he was killed by a niblick to the kidney?"

"No, no, no, Abigail… He rejoined her next to the body, "The CAT scan revealed a puncture wound to the chest cavity, caused be a thin, sharp object," he strolled over to the x-rays mounted up on the backlit screen, "that perforated the pericardial sack and then penetrated the heart."

"Y'ouch!" Abby said as she now joined him to look at the x-rays of Schilz. She tilted her head slightly.

"Indeed."

"What about your niblick?"

He held up the club again, "I was trying to see if this could have caused these hair fractures." he indicated to the x-ray, "to the pelvis and lumbar vertebrae. But it's too flexible to cause uniform fracturing across both sides of the pelvis." he gestured with his hands. "It would have to have been a more rigid object."

"Well could it have been from his abrupt stop on the e-ticket ride?"

"No, there's a faint trace of bleeding on the CAT scan. These fractures occurred before or straight after his demise."

"Are you certain, Abby that you didn't find anything on his uniform in this area?"

"Nothing that would've caused these. I wasn't looking closely."

"Ah," he raised his eyebrows "Look closely, my dear."

Abby put on a voice and replied, "Of course, my darling." they shared a laugh.

Elsewhere

Gibbs, DiNozzo and Owens were talking to the new dispersing officer on the Eisenhower.

"The robbery is legendary on this ship." he said as he removed some money from the safe, "Know that the Lieutenant didn't get off with the cash is surely gonna start a treasure hunt. Excuse me." he said as he locked up the safe and exited from the small office.

Gibbs glanced over to Owens, "Bringing back fond memories, Owens?"

"Not so fond."

Flashback

Owens was inspecting the safe door. He studied the combination lock. "The lock hadn't been jimmied." he flashed back to speaking with Wiles and Toner. PO Toner flashed a provocative smile at Owens, who smiled back. "Ensign Wiles and Erin said nothing was missing but the cash."

Back to the present

"Was there something going on between you and Petty Officer Toner?" Gibbs asked the younger man.

"No."

"But you called her a hottie." Tony said looking up from his notes.

"And you keep referring to her by her first name." Gibbs added.

"We're not allowed to fraternise with enlisted females, you know that." Owens argued back at Gibbs. 'Yes, she was a hottie but nothing went on between them.'

"And you're not allowed to put assumptions in reports either." he brought it up again.

"Okay, you've made your point, Agent Gibbs. I blew that. But I sure as hell wasn't screwing around with Er-Petty Officer Toner." he caught himself. "She'd got something going on with one of the airmen."

"You didn't put that in your report." Gibbs stated.

"It didn't seem relevant." Tony was now stood behind Gibbs. He had been sat quietly watching the two men converse. He admired his boss, he didn't have a care in the world when it came to some people, and he spoke his mind. He was never one to hold his tongue.

Gibbs looked at Owens. "Name."

"Erm, Martinez. Petty Officer…Ted Martinez." Gibbs shot a look at Tony, he knew what he meant by that single look so he went over to the computer. He squatted down next to a blonde woman typing away. She turned and smiled instantly as she met Tony's gaze.

"Hi. Excuse me." he said to her with his dashing smile. She continued to smile at him as she left her desk to busy herself with something else. He jumped into her seat and looked up Petty Officer Martinez.

"You think Martinez was involved?"

"Don't know. But since it was his 'hottie' working here, you should've looked into him."

Owens let out a defeated sigh; he wasn't going to argue with Gibbs anymore. It wasn't worth listening to someone pointing out everything he missed out and should've done when he already knows what a shoddy job he had done. "You're right, sir."

Gibbs rolled his eyes; he hated being called 'sir'. "Do not "sir" me. I work for a living." he said as he reached into his jackets inside pocket to retrieve his ringing cell.

"Gibbs." he answered gruffly into the phone.

"Erin Toner is living large." came his wife's voice. "Nice house, country club membership."

"Don't tell me that she got herself a rich husband."

"No, " she chuckled, "$2 million on the Ohio Lotto."

"You check it out?" he asked know that she would've done that already.

"Wha'd'you take me for?"

"Kate."

"I saw the winning ticket, newspaper clippings. The state Lottery Board is closed for the day."

"Call 'em in the morning." he said before he was cut off.

Kate looked at her cell in disbelief, he hung up on her. She's told him about that before. He's in trouble when she sees him. "Can you hear me now?" she said to no one before closing it and putting it on the passenger seat. Man was she hungry right now.

Back on the Eisenhower

Tony's search for Martinez had finished. The computer bleeped at him "Found him, boss. Ted Martinez." Gibbs had gone back into the small office. 'Why had she hung up on him?' he'll have to ask her when he sees her. He joined Tony at the computer, along with Owens.

"Aviation Machinist's Mate, Second Class. Honourable discharge June 2, 1994." he glanced at Gibbs who was now leaning down to look at the screen. "Lot of sailors let in June '94."

"Aviation Machinist's Mate." Gibbs repeated. The cogs in his head were turning fast… "He was working the flight deck." he looked up at Owens; he was leaned against a file cabinet.

"Petty Officer Second. Probably a plane captain." he guessed. Gibbs and Tony shared a knowing look.

Owens looked between them "What?"

"Who would have had the ability to stuff a body into a cargo pod?" Gibbs asked Owens.

"Anyone on the cargo deck."

"Who's most likely?"

"You're asking me to make an assumption, Agent Gibbs."

"I'm not asking you to write it down in a report, Owens." Tony snickered.

"Pilot, RIO, plane captain."

Tony typed into the computer. Gibbs squinted narrowly at the small text. "Don't strain your eyes, boss." 'THWACK' he winced at the now pain residing in the back of his head.

"Now that's no coincidence."

"Don't tell me…" Owens rounded the desk to look at the screen.

"Petty Officer Martinez. The plane captain on the Tomcat that dropped the pod with Schilz's body in it." Finally some more evidence to help the case.

They headed back to NCIS HQ, Gibbs was going to see Abby but first he needed to find out why his wife hung up on him.

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