"Apricot oil, aloe Vera… sea butter?" Tony reads off a hand lotion bottle while sitting behind his dead in the squad room in late afternoon.
"I didn't know you were so interested in skin care," Ziva comments while looking at Tony as I take my phone out and begin recording this because it's going to be good and hilarious.
"Yeah, it's not mine. It's McGee. Maybe the probie is gay."
"Or uses it to jackoff at work," I offer to Tony who pulls a disgusted face at that thought.
"I'm not gay, Tony," McGee exclaims while trying and failing to snatch the bottle out of Tony's hands.
"Are you saying there's something wrong with being gay, Timothy?" Ziva asks him.
"No, that is not what I am saying."
"Bi-curios. I suppose now you're gonna tell us that a lot of your friends are of the homosexual persuasion and that I should be more sensitive," Tony teases McGee.
"No, actually, I was going to tell you to stay out of my desk," McGee corrects him.
"Right, because you wouldn't want work spreading that you're 'deep moisturizing to bring out your feminine glow,'" Tony reads off the bottle.
"I have dry skin, okay? My doctor recommended it," McGee exclaims while snatching the bottle out of Tony's hands and returning it to his desk.
"Well, you're walking a slippery slope there, probilitous. Before you know it you're going to take bubble baths with your clogs."
"What is wrong with bubble baths?" McGee asks as Gibbs strides into the squad room.
"Load up. Just got a break in the Ryan Downing case," Gibbs informs us making me stop recording and we all grab our gear.
"Downing?" Ziva ask in confusion.
"Weapons Company First Sergeant," McGee informs her.
"Went U.A. last November on leave from Iraq," I add.
"Not a peep since," Tony continues.
"What's the break, Gibbs?"
"Two kids found the First sergeant floating under six inches of ice," Gibbs informs us.
"Ice? That means," Tony begins telling a joke.
"You're now going to make a really juvenile cold-case joke?" Ziva cuts Tony off.
"It was a really good one, too," Tony whines as we head to the elevator as a team.
"Know I want to hear it," I whine back at Tony as we step into the elevator. Gibbs is looking McGee over while ignoring our child-ness.
"Is something wrong, boss?" McGee asks him when it becomes unconfutable being stared at by his boss.
"Just admiring your feminine glow," Gibbs informs him making us all laugh at McGee's misfortune.
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"Can't say I'm disappointed this one's yours. We'll leave the lights if you guys return them. We've worked with NCIS before," Talbot, the local LEO, informs us before leaving.
"What you got?" Gibbs asks Ducky who is looking at the body in the cold night air over the creek we are standing on tonight.
"Hopefully not pneumonia. That could be the death of me," Ducky answers him.
"He's talking about the dead guy, Ducky," I inform him with a smile.
"Technically, paramedics have a saying concerning cold-water drowning, Agent Gibbs, Todd. They say the victim isn't dead until he's warm and dead," Jimmy informs us.
"I think we can make an exception in this case, Mister Palmer," Ducky informs his assistance.
"Not downing. This pond's barely six feet deep," Gibbs comments while looking at it.
"Yes, I once conducted an autopsy on a man who drowned in his kitchen sink. Yes, apparently he couldn't loosen the drain plug and he attempted to use his teeth."
"I thought you were cold, Ducky?" I comment because he's wasting time instead of getting out of the cold air as quick as possible.
"Yes, well, it will be impossible to determine the exact cause of death until he thaws. These three holes in his coat could be crucial."
"How about time of death?" Gibbs prompts his friend.
"Yeah, well decomposition suggests well, anywhere from two weeks to…"
"Four months. Depending on how many times the pond has thawed out this winter," Jimmy cuts Ducky off while inform Gibbs what he knows.
"Very good, Mister Palmer. Of course, I'll have to check the meteorological data for the area before we speculate further. Strap him up," Ducky orders Jimmy because our victim in on the gurney, Tony and McGee are walking around and talking about something.
"Tony, back it up!" McGee orders Tony who is rambling.
"I know. It's think coup, man," Tony says to him.
"The flash light! Back it up!" McGee orders Tony making move the light back showing something under the ice.
"What? Tree branch?"
"Wearing a steel-toed boot?" Gibbs and I ask them together.
"Eagle eye, boss," Tony complements Gibbs.
"Mark it," Gibbs orders them.
"Got another one!" Ziva calls out to us.
"These things always come in three," Tony complains.
"Already got three, Tony," I state.
"Make it four!" McGee calls out.
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"Many theories abound," Ducky is rambling to Jimmy down in autopsy as we walk in the next morning.
"And you know them all, don't you, Doctor Mallard?" Gibbs asks him while cutting him off.
"Know them? I once wrote a sonnet on the subject for an old flame. She suffered from the most horrendous allergies. Yes, how did it go? 'Doth they heart skip a beat when…'"
"I'm not a big fan of poetry, Duck," Gibbs calls over his friend.
"Well, as it turned out, neither was she. In fact…"
"Why am I here?"
"Why?"
"Why am I here?"
"Oh, you were correct earlier on, Jethro. Our first sergeant didn't drown. None of our bodies did."
"They were all shot," Jimmy informs us.
"First Sergeant Downing received the most damage. Three in the chest. Here, here and here. And one to the back, just below the heart."
"That's the kill shot," I state.
"Yes, well it ruptured his inferior vena cava. As to our walking pictograms, one bullet each."
"Are these gang tats?" Gibbs asks while looking at the other bodies we found.
"That's not my field of expertise. But I've had Mister Palmer document the entire line for further investigation."
"Some of them were quite um… explicit," Jimmy informs us.
"Jethro, this young man was shot in the front, just below the left clavicle. And this young man was shot in the back. This young man… ah… was also shot in the back. Like or First Sergeant. Back, front, front, back. The pattern is quite random. I believe the phrase is turkey shoot," Ducky explains while pointing to our extra bodies.
"More like a massacre," I state.
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"Just a feeling. I'm sure you know what those are like, don't you, McGee?" Tony teases McGee as Gibbs and I walk back into the squad room from autopsy.
"Feeling, DiNozzo?" Gibbs demands of him.
"That and I faxed a copy to a buddy at the Baltimore P.D. He's sending me intel that he's got back…"
"What you got?" Gibbs cuts Tony off while turning to McGee as he sits at his desk and I sit at mine.
"I have got an upper limit on the time frame," McGee explain before handing Gibbs a photo of a blank piece of paper and continuing to report, "It's an ATM receipt. It used to be an ATM receipt. The ink's washed off, but the dimensions matched the receipt paper used by first sergeant Downing back. I checked his records. Last withdrawal November eighteenth."
"The day he was reported missing," I state.
"No I.D. on the other three ice cubes yet. But the dredge team did find a weapon. H.P. Browning. Ziva brought it down to Aby," Tony reports to Gibbs.
"Brass," Gibbs ask them.
"Nothing. It's pretty far off the beaten track about five hundred meters from the nearest main road. You know what that means."
"The bodies were dumped," I state.
"By who?" McGee asks in confusion.
"That's a good question, McGee. Why didn't you find me an answer?" Gibbs orders McGee before getting up to go and talk to Abby, with me following him into the elevator and down to the lab.
"Balance isn't usually the primary concern on a mission," Ziva informs Abby while showing her how to stand while firing a gun.
"What is?" Abby ask innocently.
"Ari," I answer
"The guy shooting back. Which is what I'm going to start doing if you two don't get back to work," Gibbs informs them while answering Abby over the top of me but they both heard us both.
"Gibbs, I was the one waiting for you!" Abby defends herself while smiling at me.
"What are you waiting for now, Abs?" I ask her innocently.
"I ran ballistics on the Browning."
"Ruffling patterns indicate it didn't fire any of the slugs Ducky pulled from the first sergeant," Ziva adds.
"Thirty nine millimetre Parabellum and a forty five."
"Which means the downing was shot by at least two unaccounted for weapons."
"I got that part," Gibbs informs Ziva.
"The dredge crew is still looking. Hopefully more weapons will turn up."
"The good news is I matched the browning to the slugs pulled from the other three victims," Abby reports.
"Any prints?" I ask her.
"No, not by a long shot. And a GSR would be pointless because it's been underwater for so long. But I did run the serial number. The gun is registered to first sergeant Ryan Downing. Looks like he went down fighting for his life."
"Or committed triple homicide," Ziva corrects Abby.
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"The three bodies found with first sergeant Downing," Gibbs begins reporting to Shepard in MTAC, she is sitting in the dark.
"Were killed with his personal weapon. I heard. Where are your glasses?" Shepard asks Gibbs when she hands him a file and he attempts to read it without his glasses that the team doesn't know he needs.
"Oh, I forgot them," Gibbs lies, he left them at home on purpose. Shepard hands him her glass that he uses to read the report as I read over his shoulder.
"I didn't like what it says wither."
"First sergeants don't go looking for this kind of payback," I report to the director tightly, he is innocent.
"You would," Shepard says to Gibbs.
"I was only a gunny," Gibbs says like that changes everything.
"The Marine Corps is worried his company is going to come back from Iraq and look for revenge. It could be a bloodbath," Shepard explains before bravely taking a sip of Gibbs coffee, but she can't stand the taste making her exclaim, "Ah, how do you drink that swill?"
"How much time do we have?" I ask her.
"They were ordered to return this week."
"Were?" Gibbs demands of her.
"The rotation's been held up 'til your investigations over. They're still in a war zone instead of with their families, Jethro. I don't care if First Sergeants Downing killed those gang bangers. If he didn't, find out who did. If he did, close the case."
"They're wrong, Jenny. You do care," Gibbs corrects her as we get up and he hands back the file and glasses.
"If you don't care, you are heartless and shouldn't work in law enforcement or as director," I inform her before leaving MTAC with Gibbs.
"SO I'm not tough?" McGee asks Ziva as we walk into the squad room.
"If you have to ask. Are these the other victims?" Gibbs asks them while looking at the photos and criminal records on the plasma screen between Tony and McGee's desk.
"Alejandro Marquez, Jorge Rubio, and Hector 'the hammer' Menendez. All members of the L.V.M," Ziva reports to Gibbs.
"L.V.M., boss, that stands for," McGee begins.
"La Vida Mala. El Salvadorean street gang," Gibbs cuts McGee off.
"Not just a street gang, Gibbs. They have thirty thousand members worldwide. They deal drugs, run guns," Ziva reports.
"They also hire themselves out as hit men."
Yes. Which is what two of their members were allegedly doing a year ago, when they mistakenly shot a private first class…"
"Martin Reggio. A marine from First Sergeant Downing's company. We couldn't prove it," I cut her off.
"Downing was on a revenge mission."
"First Sergeants don't go on revenge mission, Officer David," Gibbs and I snap at her.
"I would. Why not a marine first sergeant?"
"They have more control than you do. Do either one of you have anything new to offer to this?" Gibbs demands of them.
"Yeah, boss. I think I do. These three here. They weren't just members of LVM. According to the FBI here, they are all Lieutenants in LVMs Manassas chapter," McGee reports to Gibbs.
"The boss?"
"Miguel Sosa."
"Why are we standing here?" I ask them in confusion because we should be talking to the boss.
"He's missing. He's been MIA since these three disappeared a few months ago."
"Let's go meet his replacement. DiNozzo! Where the hell have you been?"
"I come bearing gifts. I spent the night at Rock Creek Park. And I found these when they drained the pond," Tony comments while holding up the bag full of guns.
"Whoa. That's a big one," Ziva comments while looking at one of the guns.
"Are you expecting an 'Atta boy?" Gibbs asks Tony who is standing there looking overly proud of himself.
"I thought it would be nice," Tony comments making Gibbs step close to him and Tony flinches but Gibbs rubs the back of his head instead of hitting it.
"'Atta boy."
"I'm just doing my job, boss."
"We know that!" I state.
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"I don't think this is the head-quarters of a worldwide crime syndicate," McGee comments as we, Gibbs, McGee, Ziva and I, get out of the car.
"What did you expect, McGee? Corporate headquarters building?" Ziva ask him. Ziva looks at all the men before commenting, "They're all armed."
"Keep your eyes open. Spread out," Gibbs orders us before turning to a member and asking him, "Who's El Jefe?"
"You are, officer," Caesar, one of the members, informs Gibbs.
"Who's in charge?" McGee asks him next while stepping close to him, trying to intimidate him.
"In charge? In charge of what?"
"The Manassas chapter of La Vida Mala."
"Inside," Caesar finally informs us, making us walking into the restaurant where the 'boss' is eating.
"You're either DEA or Immigration. You're not FBI. They wear suits," Tomas, the boss, informs us of our jobs.
"NCIS," I correct him.
"Navy cops," Caesar states.
"What's we do to piss you off? Come on, man. We get blamed for everything these days. Help me out. We steal the admiral's car?" Tomas jokes.
"Or cazoncillos?" Caesar laughs at us.
"You killed two marines. The first in a drive-by shooting. The other in Rock Creek Park," Gibbs informs them in complete seriousness.
"Take me away. You want one of them instead? Go with the federals. They need a suspect," Tomas orders one of his gang members.
"We know who did it," I inform him.
"You can keep those," McGee informs him while laying out the photos of the gangsters on the table.
"Don't look surprised," Gibbs orders him when he looks surprised to see his missing members.
"I never seen them before," Tomas denies.
"They used to run your organization," McGee explains.
"Organization? We're a social club," Tomas laughs at McGee.
"You're not El Jefe," I stater.
"No. who am I?"
"El Gordo," Gibbs informs him, which means the fat one making Caesar laugh, making Gibbs continues, "See? Nobody laughs at the boss. You have El Jefe give me a call, or I book him the next seat on the flight to Gitmo."
"He can deal with Cassidy," I say with an innocent smile while Gibbs lays his card on the table.
"You can't do that. We're not terrorists," Tomas denies in fear.
"Of course your terrorists, only terrorists go to Gitmo."
"Ziva?" Gibbs asks his agent while ignoring my comment.
"I'll have Tel Aviv produce an intercept between Al Qaeda and this… social club. You want photos?" Ziva asks.
"That would help drive the point home and get a quicker plane," I inform her.
"It might take me twenty-four hours."
"Okay. Twenty four hours," Gibbs informs Tomas, El Gordo, before leading us out of the restaurant and back onto the street. Gibbs orders us, "Get a surveillance team on this taco shack."
"Actually, it's a pupusa shack, boss. I'm just saying, tacos are historically associated with," McGee rambles.
"Ziva, you make sure they're visible. Okay, McGee? You come back here. You pick up anybody who's got a La Vida Mala clown tat."
"What for, exactly?"
"I don't care, McGee. Driving around the block. I don't care, McGee."
Okay, so you want us to shake them up."
"If they're worried we're on to something, they start talking to each other," Ziva informs McGee.
"Get me intercepts on their cell phones, computers, pager, smoke signals… any way they communicate," Gibbs orders then.
"Uh, boss? How are we going to get a judge to sign off on all that?" McGee asks in confusion.
"Don't you hear, McGee? La Vida Mala has ties to Al Qaeda," Ziva informs him.
"Well, yeah. But weren't we just saying that to…"
"Unbelievable," I mumble as I get into the car.
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"U had a buddy on the Baltimore gang unit, did that to the local LVM. They found his head in Crawford Park. Never did find the rest of him. You think I'd lie to you?" Tony teases McGee as I follow Gibbs into the squad room.
"Yes," Gibbs answers him.
"To McGee I would lie. Never to you, sir. Never to you. Look out! Look out!" Tony says before stealing McGee's food. Gibbs leads me though the squad room to the back elevator to talk to Abby.
"I hope you've earned this, Abby," Gibbs says while shaking the caf-pow.
"Oh, the director already hooked me up. She wanted an update. But I didn't tell her anything. I swear. She's been on her phone since she got here," Abby informs Gibbs making him walk over to her and take the one the director gave her, replaced it with his and throws the director's caf-pow in the bin like a little child.
"Oh, that's mature," Shepard says as Abby computer beeps.
"You have something useful for us? Beside bad investigators?" I ask Abby while insulting the director.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Abby answers me.
"You looking over my shoulder again, director?" Gibbs asks Shepard who is standing chest to chest with Gibbs.
"Why? You feel a little crowded?" Shepard flirts with Gibbs.
"Yeah, a little," Gibbs admits making her back up.
"Hoe's that?"
"Better," Gibbs says while walking over to me and Abby, so he is standing right behind me.
"These are the four rounds taken from First Sergeant Downing's body. Three nine-millimetres Parabellum and one forty-five. I matched the forty five to the colt. That's a no brainer. The nine millimetres are trickier. But I got a definite match on the Beretta and the Tec-Nine. That leaves us with this final round. The runt of the litter. Ducky said it went into the back and lodged in the chest plate," Abby reports to Gibbs.
"Kill shot," I state.
"The riffling was almost stripped. It made it impossible to find out which weapon it came from. But I did it."
"Which one was it?" Shepard demands of her while giving me a look for Gibbs standing so close to me.
"Neither."
"We're missing a weapon."
"Then we're missing a shooter," Gibbs reminds her.
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"I understand you've got a job to do, Agent Gibbs. My marines have done theirs. It's time for them to come home," Arvidas says to us in MTAC.
"I agree, captain," Gibbs says to him.
"Well then why is my company still sitting in Iraq?"
"You lost two marines to a Virginia street gang, skipper. Would you like us to spell it out for you?" I ask him.
"Headquarters is afraid of reprisals."
"Not only headquarters. PFC Reggio was killed in a drive-by shooting one week before you deployment. Now your First Sergeant turns up dead?" Gibbs begins to explain.
"You think First Sergeant Downing was out for revenge?"
"His body was found in a frozen pond with three dead gang-bangers. His weapon was used to kill them. You tell me, Captain."
"No way. Not his style, Agent Gibbs."
"What was he doing back on leave in the states?" I ask him.
"His father had cancer. Terminal. He wanted a chance to say goodbye."
"I hope he got it. He was shot four times. Kill shot was in his back," Gibbs informs him.
"You're a marine. Do you know any First Sergeant that would leave their men in combat to go chase after some street punks?"
"No, Skipper. I don't."
"Neither do I. well, what are you going to do about it?"
"We're working this case on this end. As soon as we know, you'll know," I promise him.
"Sir? You people had a year to catch Reggio's killers and didn't do it!" Silva, one of the marines, call to us over the video call.
"At ease, Lance Corporal Silva," Arvidas orders his marine.
"But sir!"
"At ease, Marine!"
"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to…"
"Your watch is over, marine. We'll talk about this later."
"Yes, sir."
"I got one hundred and eighty two other marines wondering the same thing, Agent Gibbs. Don't let them down this time," Arvidas guilt's us before hanging up on us.
"You looking over my shoulder again, Jen?" Gibbs asks Shepard when he turns around to see her.
"Not exactly. He's right, you know. You can't let them down," Shepard informs him while handing him a coffee. He leads me out of MTAC and down to the squad room where Tony is stroking McGee's face as he leans over McGee's desk.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snaps at him.
"Hey, boss," Tony replays while rubbing McGee's face.
"Why are you touching his face?"
"I don't know, it feels good, though. It's like a bunny rabbit."
"Don't!" Gibbs orders him while hitting in on the side of the head.
"Sorry."
"I guess McGee's not the gay one. What are the wiretaps telling us?" I ask them while moving away from Tony in disgusts because he was stoking McGee.
"Not much. Zepeda, the big guy, U.S. citizen, made five calls today. Twice to his mother, two for food, and just no concerning…"
"'Hoes, slang for," Ziva inform Gibbs before trying to treat him like an idiot.
"I know what it's slang for, Ziva," Gibbs snaps at her.
"The rest of the gang's conversations are even less promising," Tony reports.
"The only member we've been unable to listen to is Cesar Bernal," Ziva adds.
"Almost invisible, boss," McGee informs Gibbs.
"Almost, McGee?" I ask him.
"He never talks on the phone. Only sends and receives text messages."
"Twenty two since yesterday. All of them from Miguel Sosa in San Salvador," Tony adds.
"Texts are coded, but it looks as though Sosha's still making the day to day decisions for the gang."
"Then Bernal is his number two. Tony, get him in here," Gibbs orders Tony.
"On it, boss," Tony agrees.
Use your contacts. Find to everything you can about Sosha and what he's doing in El Salvador."
"Done," Ziva informs him.
"McGee?"
"Yeah," McGee ask while looks at Gibbs waiting for his order.
"You're trying too hard," Gibbs informs him while handing him a can of shaving cream he just pulled out of his desk.
"On it," McGee agrees before going to shave.
"Why does the director get you a coffee and not me?" I complain to Gibbs.
"Because you two don't like each other," Gibbs answers me before taking a sip of his coffee.
"But I want coffee too."
"Well don't piss the director off and she might buy you coffee."
"No she won't. If she was ever going to like me, she wouldn't have hired her girlfriend who murdered my sister," I state while staring at Gibbs coffee.
"I guess but you don't have to stoop to her level," Gibbs informs me while handing me his coffee for me to have a sip.
"The director hasn't drunk out of this cup has she? I don't need her STD."
"Just drink the coffee," Gibbs orders me making me take a sip of his coffee.
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"Your friend Zepeda's a chump," Gibbs comment as we walk over to the table in integration room.
"You're probably right. Zepeda's an idiot. But last I heard, being stupid wasn't illegal," Cesar informs us, because he laid back.
"We're more interested in who killed my first sergeant," I state.
"You're talking to the wrong cholo, senor, senora. I'm just a small fish. Talk to the jefe."
"I would, but I can't type. How about you?" Gibbs asks him.
"Why, do you want to hire me as your secretary or something?"
"No. No, because I can't pay you as well as your current employer, Miguel Sosa. No, I can't do that. You tell him I want to speak with him."
"Si. I delivered your Gitmo threat. Sosa said to ask you why you let your people live so far from work. That vato, McGee, and the Israeli chica, all the why out in Silver Spring? A long way, si? What if they need you pronto?"
"Threating my people is never a good idea," Gibbs just into action while standing up and leaning down in front of him.
"I'm just the messenger."
"A messenger that knows what happened at Rock creek Park," I state while hiding my fear.
"Estoy muerto if I talk to you," Cesar ask us, estoy muerto means 'I'm dead' in Spanish.
"Estas muerto if you don't," I agrees with him, estas muerto means 'you are dead,' in Spanish.
Two marines called Sosa to help unload captured Iraqi weapons."
"Two marines?" Gibbs asks him.
"Si. He sent our people to do a deal. He figured maybe the Marines would back off or, you know… what happened before."
"Who was the other marine?" I ask him.
"They don't invite me to these things. I'm just a messenger. I don't know!"
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"Three Marines from the company were on leave at the same time as First Sergeant Downing. Of those three, two were nowhere near D.C. Which leaves Lance Corporal Jose Silva. Juvenile record, and suspected pre-corps gang activity. He was also with PFC Reggio the night he was murdered," Tony reports back in the squad room.
"I want him on a plane. Yesterday," Gibbs orders Tony.
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"Mo, no, no, no. no, human bodies sink until the gases created by the internal putrefaction have had time to accumulate," Ducky rambles to McGee as Gibbs and I walk into autopsy.
"How long does that take?" Gibbs asks him.
"Under the forecasted weather conditions? Ten to fourteen days."
"Bodies went into the water between November twenty fifth and December ninth. Or they would have resurfaced to the top and ice would have formed around them," I summarise what Ducky is saying.
"Precisely. Have we had any idea what our marine was doing there yet?"
"No, ducky. I don't. But we've got to find it out in eleven hours and thirty minutes. Hey!" Gibbs calls McGee to follow him as Ducky begins whistling again.
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"How was the flight, Lance Corporal," Gibbs asks Silva as he gets of the plane in tarmac.
"It was um… long, sir. How much trouble am I in?" Silva asks us.
"Trouble? Why would you say that?" I ask him innocently.
"Five NCIS agents escorting one Lance Corporal?"
"You got it all wrong, Marine. She's Mossad," Tony corrects Silva while pointing to Ziva as we get into the car. Ziva is driving with me in the middle seat, and McGee is next to me. Gibbs and Tony are in the back with Silva between them.
"I hope you slept on the plane, lance corporal," Gibbs informs him.
"Yeah, it's going to be a long night. You want to get the cash first, or the Iraqi weapons?" Tony asks him as Ziva accelerates and cuts another car off.
"I'm not scaring you, am I?" Ziva asks him innocently.
"I'm fine," McGee answers her.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir," Silva denies.
"Really? Because you were on leave with First Sergeant Downing, and then you were with PFC Reggio the nigh he was killed in the drive-by shooting," Tony informs him.
I can't help a coincidence."
"A coincidence, Lance Corporal? Five dead bodies, you're our only link," I inform him as a car honks at Ziva again.
"Your company, your fellow marines, are stuck in Iraq until we solve this case," Gibbs adds.
"You don't think I know that, sir?" Silva snaps.
"He knows, he just doesn't care," Tony informs us.
"Hey, so you know what? We had a name for guys like you when I was on active duty. Bravo Foxtrot," Gibbs informs him.
"And explicit term for sexual…"
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," Silva admits as Ziva accelerates again.
"Like what?" Gibbs asks him
"If a drive-by killing isn't solved right away, the cops forget it. NCIS forgot about it. Private Reggio was my best friend. He died in my arms. I couldn't just let that go, sir."
"So you decided to turn a quick buck?" Tony asks him.
"No. I called Sosa to meet… but not to sell him any weapons. I wanted blood."
"And your first sergeant found out about it?" Gibbs and I ask him together.
"I don't know how. But he did. He yanked my leave and restricted me to base."
"And he went to the meeting in your place," Gibbs finishes for him.
"He didn't go down there to kill anyone, sir. He went down there to make peace. To end it. He didn't want anyone else to get hurt. If I could… I'd switch places with him. I would."
"Yeah. Yeah, I think you would, Lance Corporal."
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"It checks out. Quantico gate log shows that Downing restricted Silva to base on November twenty sixth for the duration of his leave. Lance Corporal Silva wasn't at the pond. He didn't kill anyone," McGee reports to Gibbs while he stands in front of Gibbs' desk where Gibbs is sitting, back in the squad room that night.
"Thank you. I owe you one, Simon," Ziva says into the phone before hanging up and turning to Gibbs to report, "That was my contact in San Salvador."
"He locate Sosa?" I ask her.
"No. he's not there."
"He has to be. Bernal is texting him there a dozen times a day," McGee reminds her.
"If Simon says he's not in San Salvador, then he's not there, McGee!"
"He has to be," Gibbs snaps at her.
"Gibbs, I…"
"If not, we've wasted three days. I am not wasting one more to bring Marines home. You find him. Now!"
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"Uh-oh! What is this meal going to cost me this time?" Shepard asks Gibbs as he walks into her office carrying a paper bag full of food.
"It didn't cost you anything last time," Gibbs informs her as she takes the bag.
"You mean aside from the thousand extra calories I didn't need?"
"I can leave," Gibbs offers while starting to walk to the door.
"I didn't say that. Salvadorean food? How fried," Shepard say making Gibbs begin walking to the door again but she orders him, "Sit. I'm sorry. Another Marine was injured in Captain Arvidas' group."
"I know," Gibbs informs her as we sit down and split the food up.
"I heard you found the man responsible for First Sergeant Downing's death."
"His name is Cesar Bernal," I state while trying the food.
"Can you make a case? I knew this meal was going to cost me. Okay, what do you have so far?" Shepard asks Gibbs while ignoring me.
"Cesar is making a power play for control of his crew. He's been faking orders from Miguel Sosa to the rest of LVM for the last four months," Gibbs informs her.
"And Sosa?"
"He's dead. It's the only way Cesar could have gotten away with it," I explain to her tightly while trying to offer her an olive branch.
"So First Sergeant Downing wasn't the target. He was Cesar's lure. The real targets were the three LVM Lieutenants. Cesar was taking out the leadership. Do you have any physical evidence?"
"Nothing linking Cesar to the crime scene," Gibbs admits while eating his food.
"Jethro, you're going to need more than motive to get a jury to convict."
"Depends on the jury."
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"The autopsy of First Sergeant Downing revealed four entry wounds. However, of interest is the fact that the three frontal wounds showed no sign of internal haemorrhaging. The shots were fired after First sergeant Downing was dead," Ducky says while pulling the drawer out to show us the body.
"Each of your buddies… out a bullet in his corpse," Gibbs add.
"Your point?" Tomas ask without any fear.
"The point is if your buddies each fired a round into the first sergeant after he was dead, who shot them?" I ask him.
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"We can tell from the rifling patterns that the slugs pulled from your three dead LVMs were from the Browning found at the scene. Nice tat," Abby says in the lab.
"Huh?" Tomas asks her in confusion.
"Your Drachenkreuz. The symbol of the ancient order of the…"
"Abby," Gibbs and I cut her off.
"Sorry, Gibbs. Um… the point is that whoever shot your guys used First Sergeant Downing's gun."
"He wanted to make it look like out first sergeant smoked your muchachos," Gibbs informs Tomas.
"Of course, your crew probably would have only turned their back to the shooter if it was someone they really trusted."
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"Miguel Sosa. Word on the street is he is hiding out in El Salvador. Except the FBI has no record of him leaving the country. Salvadorean authorities have no record of him coming in. so the only trail we have is the SMS text messages he's been sending you. The problem is he hasn't been sending. El Salvador country code has been falsified," McGee reports tot eh team and gang members back in the squad room.
"Someone faked them to make them look like they came from Miguel Sosa," I explain to the gang members.
"This message originated from an email account registered to Cesar Bernal," McGee explains while pulling up the SMS that Abby has found in too long to be an SMS.
"He killed your boss. Played you for a fool. Us, too. I'll never get a conviction in court with what I have on him," Gibbs informs Tomas before they exchange a look before Tomas leaves with the gang members and Gibbs and I head to integration.
"Hey, boss," Tony greets Gibbs as we walk into the integration room.
"Right. I see. You were all trying to throw me off balance. Soften me up for the big guns, eh?" Cesar asks Tony.
"Actually, I didn't know you were still here. Come on, I'll drive you home," Gibbs orders him while getting him up.
"Wear your safety belt," Tony whisper to him as we leave the integration room and walk to the elevator.
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"Door to door service. I could get used to this. What's the matter? You pissed because whatever game you tried to play didn't work? You've got a lot to learn about the street, carbon. Loyalty means everything in our world. Without it, estas muerto," Cesar says to us in the sedan outside of the restaurant. He continues as he gets out of the car, "Thanks for the lift. Semper fi."
"Goodbye, Cesar," Gibbs says before taking off, leaving Cesar with the angry gang he is running.
"You want coffee?" I ask Gibbs while leading my head on the passenger seat because I'm still in the back.
"Yeah," Gibbs agrees with me.
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"Morning," Gibbs mumbles into my neck with his voice even deeper because he's only just waking up.
"No, the suns not up it's not morning," I inform Gibbs while turning over to face him.
"Wake up," Gibbs says to me while shaking my shoulder but I'm slipping back to sleep. Before I fall asleep, I know that Gibbs is up to something. I suddenly feel his lips on my neck, but I try to ignore him in the attempts of sleeping some more. He doesn't let me ignore him by lightly bite on my neck.
"Jethro," I moan making him smirks against my neck as he runs his hand over my body while sucking a mark on my neck.
"What is it baby?" He ask me in fake innocents before kissing me on the lips, I move my arms up around his neck and kiss him back. He takes full control of the kiss while pinning my body into the bed. He whispers, "You still want to go back to sleep?"
"Stop teasing me, Jethro," I beg of him as he stops kissing me and moving his hands off me, so only his weight is touching me. He doesn't listen to me, with a smirk.
"Oh, I'm only just beginning," Gibbs informs me before dropping his head to kiss my breast throw the shirt I am wearing. He runs his hand down to the bottom of the shirt and he pulls it up and off my torso leaving me in just my nickers. He attaches his head onto my left breast while playing with my right with his left hand. I moan while bucking my hips against his hips but he restrained them against the bed.
"If you keep moving, I'll stop," Gibbs informs me.
"Jethro, stop teasing me," I beg of him because he is sucking on my breast but he's not touching where I want him to.
"I will tease you if I want too," Gibbs informs me before sucking on my breast harder. He runs his hand down my body but he just rests his hand on my leg without touching me where I want him to touch me. He sucks on my breast and over between them and to the other breast where he sucks on it making me moan. I pull on his hair, trying to move his head up for a kiss but instead he just pulls his head out of my reach while saying, "Uh, what part of don't move, don't you understand? You are not to touch me or move, or you will go to work without orgasming."
"Jethro," I whine as he grabs my hands and places them on the bed.
"Move them and you don't get off," Gibbs informs me before running his hands over my torso, teasing me in the hopes of making me break his orders. He leans down and kiss from my breast down my body, lightly scrapping his teeth over the bottom of my breast before kissing down my stomach. He stops at my belly button which he circles with his tongue. He finally moves down to my panties, he gently bites the waste-band of them without touching where I want him the most. I force my body to stay still, and feel every one of his teasing movies.
"Let's get you out of this panties," Gibbs mumbles while removing them and dropping them onto the ground. Leaving me naked while he is completely dressed still. He runs his fingers through my wetness before placing it in his mouth. He drops down and licks a strip in my pussy making me gasp with a moan of pleasure. He watches me as I struggle not to grind my pussy into his face as he eats me out. He runs his tongue around my pussy opening, making me gasp right as he pushes the tip in and used his fingers to rub my clitoris.
"Jethro," I gasp out as he slides his tongue in and out of my pussy. Gibbs continues to play my pussy like a finely tuned instrument as he stares into my eyes. I moan and as he hits a spot inside me.
"Come on baby, cum for me," Gibbs orders me making me cum all over his face and fingers. He moves up my body while informing me, "Good girl."
"Jethro, you have to remove those clothes," I inform him while pulling on his shirt that covers his handsome body. He grins as he pulls the shirt over his head happily. Once the shirt is on the ground, he leans down and kisses me as I wrap my legs around his waist.
"Glade you didn't go back to sleep?" Gibbs teases me as he breaks the kiss and runs his hand down my torso until he can untie the knot in his pants. He unties them and kicks them off while I suck on his neck, leaving a mark, half in the hopes that Tony would work it out and half so that the director knows he is mine.
Once his pants are off he runs his fingers through my wetness and use it to lube his cock up before slowly lining it up with my pussy but he doesn't push it in.
"Jethro," I whine when he just pushes it against me, bumping into my clitoris and running his cock though my wetness.
"What baby? Just say it and you will get it," Gibbs whispers to me.
"Stop teasing me," I beg of him without saying what he wants as I beg of him.
"What, I'm not doing anything."
"That's the problem," I tell him.
"Not my problem," Gibbs informs me while squeezing my breast between his hands.
"Jethro, please," I beg of him.
"Please what?"
"Please, put you cock in me," I final say what he wants to hear.
"See, that's not so hard," Gibbs whispers to me.
"Yes it is," I tease him making him line his cock up and slide into me with a moan of pleasure from me as he groans.
"God, you're so tight," Gibbs gasps as he grab my hip, holding it against his own. After a moment he begins moving his hip against me, straighten slow before building speed making me moan with every one of his thrusts. I lean up and suck his neck and upper chest. I thrust back up to him making us both moan in pleasure because it makes him slide deeper inside of me.
"Jethro," I gasp out as I scratch his back.
"Baby, you have to cum, I can't last," Gibbs informs me while missing a beat in his thrusting pace making me moan when he rubs my clitoris with his fingers. He shifts his stocks inside of me, making me moan when he hits that spot inside of me.
"Jethro," I gasp when he hits it again and again making me quickly climb that hill he forces me up some many times. He quickly makes me scream when he makes me cum, the waves for pleasure seems to go on forever.
"Alice," Gibbs groans as he release his cum inside of me. He drops he weight onto the bed nest to me as we both gasp for breath. After a moment he asks me, "Alice, baby, are you okay?"
"How could any of your wives leave you when you are that good at giving someone an orgasm?" I ask him something that's been on my mind since the first time we did that.
"They don't like coming…"
"Well, that's stupid, it feels good. And it is proven hat orgasms make you healthier."
"They don't like coming third after work and coffee," Gibbs finish with a chuckle at me.
"Nothing wrong with coffee," I inform him as I lay beside him and cuddle up into his sweaty chest.
"I agree."
"I need a shower," I finally decide as I roll out of the bed and head towards the bathroom.
"Can I come?" he asks me with a sexy smirk.
"You just did."
"Baby, I want to see you wet."
"I'm going to start calling you DiNozzo," I exclaim because he is being pervy like Tony.
"DiNozzo is not going to see you naked or wet," Gibbs growls in jealousy at the thing before getting back to what he wants, "I want to see you naked, wet, in my shower."
"So first I could sleep in, now I can't shower n my own?"
"Yes," Gibbs answers me while getting out of his bed and following me into the bathroom and wrapping his hands around my torso and tickling me.
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"The victim, a male in his early twenties was found in this dumpster, shot repeatedly at close range. Police have identified him as Cesar Bernal, a native of El Salvador, and say they believe he has close ties to gang activity in the Manassas are. In fact, police say he," a report on the TV reports before Gibbs turn off the TV. Tony, McGee, Ziva and I were watching that around Tony's desk in the squad room.
"If you don't have enough work to do, I'm sure I can find some," Gibbs threats us.
"Oh, no. I've got a lot of work to do, boss," Tony exclaims while pretending to do work.
"Oh, no. there's lots of work," Ziva overlaps Tony.
"Good. I'll be in MTAC," Gibbs informs us before he walks up to MTAC.
"He's in a good mood," Tony comments while looking where Gibbs disappeared behind the steel doors.
"Why is that surprising?" I ask Tony as I return to my desk.
"Because Gibbs is never in a good mood."
"He's in a good mood before you arrive at work and after you leave," I inform Tony making him pull a face.
"It's not my fault."
"Of course not. He's just not allowed to drink on the job to deal with you like he did when he hired you."
"What?" Ziva asks in confusion because it's a joke from before her time as he.
"Nothing," Tony informs her as he moves over to my desk and stands on the other side before begging of me, "So, can I get a hint? Please?"
"Sure, on what?" I ask him innocently.
"Who your boyfriend is? I need a hit."
"What type of hint?"
"Something useful," McGee jumps in while walking over to my desk and standing next to Tony.
"Um… He's not someone you would think I would date."
"That's as helpful as your last hint; he drinks coffee," Tony complains to me.
"What do you want me to say?"
"A name," McGee tries.
"Vickie Linda Smart."
"What?" Tony, McGee and Ziva ask in confusion.
"You ask for a name and I gave you a name. From known on you shall be called Vickie Linda Smart."
"We wanted the name of your boyfriend," Tony corrects me while laughing at what I did to McGee's attempt.
"Oh that. It's a name you all know well but fear," I inform them before adding, "Or that's what I assume you fear when you hear the name, but it could be arousal because you two are gay."
"I'm not gay," McGee exclaims.
"I am not gay," Tony exclaims overlapping McGee as Gibbs walks back into the squad room. He smacks Tony and McGee on the back of the head, making them get back to work.
"Sorry boss," McGee says to Gibbs.
"I deserved that, boss," Tony says as he also gets back to work. Gibbs sits at his desk and gives me a look for encouraging his team to not do the work that needs to be done.