Whuuuut. Second chapter in one week? And before 1:00, too? Crazy.

About one more week until the AP Chemistry test...and History...

Guess who's gonna get a fail grade? xD

Ugh. D: Who wants to be my doppelganger?

When I woke up, I was surrounded by blankets and sheets. Begrudgingly, I hit the alarm clock and forced myself out of bed. As it turns out…I lost the bet, and I was condemned to the bed. The (really) comfortable bed. I walked out into the living room and saw Tim sprawled out on his couch. I crept over to him and gripped his arm before attempting to violently shake it. Although my pathetic attempts to violently shake his arm failed, he still started to come out of his slumber.

"Ugh…Julia…what time is it?" He asked tiredly.

"Time to wake up. I didn't really look at the clock. Get in the shower or something," I tried to laugh despite my half-asleep state of mind.

He wiped his mouth and threw the blankets off of himself. "I'll do that. There's cereal and milk in the kitchen, and some oatmeal...just take what you want," he grumbled as his feet touched the floor.

"Someone's not a morning person." I told him before walking over to the fridge.

"I never really expected you to be a morning person."

"Oh, I'm not. But normally Tina is gone before I am, so I have nobody to bother," I smiled. "Go take your shower."

"I'm going," he sauntered over to the bathroom door. I heard the door shut and the water begin.

I picked out a bowl from the cupboards, and poured some random cereal into it before pouring milk in the bowl. After successfully finding a spoon, I began to eat in silence. The shower was still running when I was done. I cleaned up my area and walked to the book shelf. The couch I sat on gave a soft, cushiony sound as I opened up a book that looked fairly intriguing. As I got a few pages in, I heard a voice behind me asking, "How do you like that book?"

I jumped for what felt like a mile. "Oh! Yeah, I like it a lot. It's pretty interesting so far. How do you like it? I mean, I'm guessing that you read it."

"I have to say that I like it."

"Why's that?"

"Well," he said, gently grabbing the book from me, and then turning it to show me the spine which read Thom E. Gemcity. "I wrote this."

"What?" My lips broke into a smile. "No way. That's not even your name," I laughed.

"Thom E. Gemcity is an anagram for Timothy McGee. The team had a case where the murderer was acting like the murderer in that book. It's loosely based off of them, and past experiences. They gave me hell for weeks. It was horrible," he laughed. "It's really funny I guess, looking back on it."

"So, is that what the typewriter is for?" I asked, glancing at his desk. "And the piles of papers next to it?"

"Yeah, it is. I use that instead of a computer. I'm going to have to ask you to not look at the manuscript, though. Nobody is allowed to look at it unless they're my editor or publisher."

"Oh, fine. As long as you have another book for me to read once I'm done?"

"But of course," he pointed to a few more books, "I've written those few, too."

"Oh, sweet." I glanced at the clock on the wall. "I do believe I am going to get dressed. I'll take the bathroom this time." I smiled and walked to his bedroom to get my clothes. When I entered the room, I took a deep breath.

His room smelled of him. He smelled lovely, really.

We walked into the office in a bit of a rush—we were almost late, but not quite. He sat down in his desk a few seconds before Gibbs walked in, and I waved him goodbye. My walk to Abby's lab wasn't that long, and I wasn't very surprised to see her standing in there, already working. "Hey Julia," she said with her back turned.

"Hey, Abby. How'd you…?"

"I can see your reflection," she smiled, turning around. "So, how was your night with Tim?"

I could tell Abby's smirk was that of a smug one. Casually, I told her, "Very nice. We slept in two different rooms."

"Don't tell me that Gibbs told you about rule number twelve."

"As a matter of fact, he made it a point to make Tim tell me about it," I laughed. "It's a pretty good rule, I guess. It's understandable."

"That doesn't mean you have to like it," she grinned. "Now! I've managed to lift some fingerprints off of the lamination of the ID cards. I have most of them running…they all look really, really similar, so I wouldn't be surprised if the fingerprints were of the same person. I saved these two for you to run."

I smiled. "You're going to let me use APHIS? I feel touched," I joked endearingly. I entered in the fingerprints as I'd seen Abby do so many times. After running them through successfully, I felt fairly good about myself that I'd been trusted enough to run fingerprints on her favorite machine."

We both waited for a couple of moments or so, secretly expecting and hoping for some sort of match. When APHIS didn't send out a beep, we turned to each other and began to sift through evidence. "Have we run the secretion yet? We may as well—even if it's a used car. But…" I pulled up the files of the car that we had found the previous days, "it's not. I wouldn't exactly expect it to be anybody else's." I handed the evidence to Abby and she proceeded to show me how to find the DNA of something so tiny (and on a cotton swab).

Abby and I both turned, shocked, as APHIS let out a ring when we had entered in the secretion just a few moments prior. "Well, it looks like there are two people," she said as two photos appeared on the screen. "Ludvig Borovsky—er, Anthony Black and Marcus Daniels seem to be our suspects. Hey, Gibbs."

"What've you got, Abs?" He asked, propping a Caf-Pow and a Pepsi on the table.

"Anthony Black, the suspected murderer has an accomplice. Marcus Daniels' fingerprints were found on what are the most recent and least used ID cards—we can tell by using a photospectrometer on it and seeing the different impressions—"

Gibbs gave her a look.

"But anyways, they're the most recent. They don't appear to have been used very often, so with this man's fingerprints all over them, he either sees Anthony a lot, or he made them for him. That's my stab at it."

I turned to the computer and typed at what felt like lightning speed to find out his address and where he worked. I quickly jotted it down onto a piece of paper and handed it to Gibbs.

"Thanks Abs, Joules," he said, kissing us both on the cheeks before walking off.

"We've done well, you and I." She said, turning back to the computers to explain to me once again how to get the DNA of secretion. I have to say, it was just as interesting as it was disgusting.

Well, kindof short, but...oh well.

Time to study some more. D:

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