Jun 21
Always hold your head up, but be careful to keep your nose at a friendly level.
Max L. Forman
Timothy McGee tried his best to keep his nose in the air as he walked through the sewer. What was it with sewers and crime scenes? When would people learn that disposing of a bloody knife down a sewer meant someone would be dispatched to locate it?
It was his turn down the sewer after Tony had done the last one. Their suspect had confessed to murder after half an hour of Gibbs staring at him in silence in Interrogation, and had admitted to throwing the murder weapon down a drain. After Tim had checked the drain, ruining his new shirt in the process, he had recalled the huge storm last night and realized it had probably been swept out to the larger sewers.
The smell was horrific. He couldn't think of a way to describe it, other than the odor of a burst septic tank perhaps. As he hadn't anticipated wandering through the sewers and searching through gunk for a single knife, he had eaten a large lunch, which he was now regretting.
He groaned as he saw the next pile of goop he would have to hunt through. He was running out of wooden sticks with which to move everything about without getting anything on his fingers. At least it would be Ziva's turn next time.