"Last time I'm going to tell you, Tony. Don't answer my phone, use my computer, read my mail, look through my purse, scan my PDA or touch my cell phone. Ever!" Kate snaps at Tony.
"And an extra side of hash browns," Tony says into his phone before turning to Kate and saying, "Just so we're clear, Kate. I didn't do any of those things. Zero. Zip. Nada."
"Then how did you know where I went to breakfast?"
"Logo on the coffee cup in your wastebasket," McGee reports to her.
"Anyone invite you into this conversation, probie?" Tony demands of McGee while Kate turns and glares at Tony for going throw her rubbish.
"You looked through my trash!" Kate screeched.
"Did you say it was off limits? Huh? Did you?"
"Why are you doing these things?"
"Sharpening my investigation skills."
"Grab your gear," Gibbs orders us while walking into the squad room.
"What's up?" Kate ask him while we grab our gear.
"A dead sailor."
"We didn't get any calls."
"Saw it on the news. Huh, boss?" Tony asks Gibbs.
"Hey, DiNozzo. For once you're right. Come on. Let's go!" Gibbs orders.
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"Who's in charge here?" Gibbs once we arrive while showing his badge while asking the nearest LEO.
"Lieutenant Cheney, sir," A detective tells us.
"Finish this in ten," Cheney says to the News people while walking over to us with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Lieutenant Cheney? Special Agent Gibbs, NCIs."
"You must be psychic, Gibbs. I just put in a call to NCIS."
"Oh, not psychic. Just watch the news."
"They monitor our radio calls. Chief says cooperate with the news media."
Budget hearing time?"
"You got it."
"What do we have here?" I ask the lieutenant.
"Not sure yet."
"News said a sailor was murdered," Gibbs comments.
"Maybe. Kitchen door is broken in and judging from the blood, it could be murder."
"No body," Gibbs and I ask him. Gibbs and Cheney takes a sip of their coffee in unison while I look in on the bloody kitchen.
"No body. Miller?" Cheney agrees with us before calling his agent who comes running.
"Yeah, boss? Right away, boss," Miller a young man say while taking Cheney's coffee cup. After a moment of through Gibbs also gives him, his empty coffee cup too.
"We got a nine-one-one from a telemarketer. Said he was talking with a Petty Officer Dion Lambert when he heard a struggle and the line went dead. Call was traced here," Cheney reports while leading us into the living room of the poor victim's house. I look around the room only seeing blood and many signs of a fight that could only have ended badly.
"Lieutenant, your ex-wife just called," Rand, a young lady informs Cheney.
"Which one?"
"The nasty one."
"You're going to have to be more specific."
"You want me to call her back?" Rand ask Cheney while Tony, Kate and McGee whisper to each other.
"No. next time one of my ex's calls, get her name."
"Lieutenant," Miller calls while returning with two cups of steaming coffee. Cheney takes one and Gibbs takes the other.
"Unless you object, this is yours," Cheney say while handing over the crime scene to us right before taking a sip of his coffee that is mirrored by Gibbs in unison again.
"No Objections."
"Let's go, Rachael."
"No, it is! It really is! You can measure it if you want!" Tony calls out to Rand who just walked off after a moment of conversion with Tony.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs calls to the distracted agent.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Trace evidence, bag and tag. Kate, sketch and shoot. McGee, lap top and answering machine."
"Right," McGee agrees while everyone jumps to do their job but for Kate.
"That was really odd," Kate comments.
"Hm… what?" Gibbs ask her in confusion.
"You know, how you and him and," Kate attempts to say but Gibbs just gives her a look so she gives up the lost course and begins looking for her sketch pad. She finally says, "Never mind. Tony, have you seen my sketch pad?"
"Yes, it's in the truck under my seat," Tony answers her.
"Under your seat?! How did it…?"
"I like those pants," Tony comments while Kate walks out to get her pad to draw the crime scene.
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"There's no contact to sign," Kesta, the telemarter, says on the recording where we hear the victim get murdered as we stand around her desk at the call centre. Over the recording we can hear a struggle and screaming and then it goes silent. "Uh… petty officer Lambert?"
"How many calls do you make a day?" I ask her when the recording finishes.
"Somewhere between three and four hundred," Kesha answers me without caring.
"Do you every feel guilty calling people uninvited, intruding into their lives?" Kate ask her.
"At first a little. When you get cursed at a couple hundred times, you get over it."
"Why'd you keep selling when you knew something was very wrong?" Gibbs demands of her.
"My boss doesn't want us to stop selling for any reason. He's got the compassion of a cluster bomb."
"How did you get Petty Officer Lambert's number?" I ask her in confusion.
"From a list broker."
"How'd he get on the list?" Kate questions her.
"I don't know. A magazine subscription, warranty cards, supermarket charge."
"Supermarket charge?"
"Why do you think they give you those little key tags they scan when you check out?"
"For discounts!"
"It's to collect information. They sell it to telemarketers. What brands you buy. How much. How often."
"Isn't that against the law?" I ask her.
"Anytime you write your name down, it's going in somebody's database and then being sold to somebody else."
"Wow. Okay, well I'm going to need your work, cell, and home numbers," Kate comments.
"All right, but please don't call between six and eight, because that's usually…"
"You said six and eight, right?" Kate cuts her off while taking the numbers down.
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"Tell Abby I want a full acoustical analysis," Gibbs orders McGee while handing him the recording of the victim dying.
"Uh… boss, you know that she's working on Petty Officer Lambert's hard drive, answering machine and all the crime scene evidence," McGee reminds Gibbs.
"Then help her, McGee!" I snap at the idiot.
"Yes, boss," McGee responds to Gibbs while leaving.
"You really think it's a good idea for Probie to be alone with… I was going through Lambert's papers," Tony states while moving back to his desk.
"Something you're good at," Kate comments.
"There's a second name on the lease. George Mansur."
"There is no sign of a roommate in that house, Tony."
"Well roommate's move out, Kate. Sixteen months ago you had a roommate."
"What am I? A dog?" I demand of them because I do live with her.
"Tony!" Kate hisses.
"Kate, Alice, you're with me," Gibbs orders us.
"Gladly," Kate exclaims while getting up.
"Tony, find Mansur."
"On it, boss," Tony comments while reading Kate's phone but Kate snatches it before following Gibbs to the elevator.
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"The only blood type at the scene was O-positive," Abby reports to us when we walk into the lab.
"Petty officer Lambert's O-positive," Kate comments.
"It's the most common blood type out there, Kate," I comment.
"I shipped a DNA sample to the Armed forces Registry," Abby adds.
"The fingerprints we lifted his?" Gibbs ask her.
"Your missing corpse is Petty Officer Lambert."
"Unidentified prints?" I ask her.
"I have not had time to run all the prints that you lifted yet."
"Blood-splatter analysis?" Gibbs ask her.
"Okay Gibbs, I know you think I'm super girl – actually, my hairs probably wonder woman or Isis or the power puff girl."
"I've always been partial to Xena," Kate comments.
"I don't know about her. No self-respecting superhero should wear open-toed shoes."
"Oh, I agree."
"He erased his hard drive," McGee comments.
"No problem," Abby comments while walking over to him to help him.
"He used a D-O-D certified wipe program."
"Uh-oh."
"I don't like uh-oh," I comment.
"Uh-oh doesn't sounds good," Kate comments over me.
"It's not. A D-O-D wipe not only deletes, but it overrides seven times," Abby informs us.
"There's no way to recapture the information, boss," McGee adds.
"Why would he use something like that on his home computer?" I demand of him.
"Well, he's an information systems tech and it could just be a matter of course or he could be," McGee states but tails off after a moment.
"Hiding something. He wipe his answering machine?" Gibbs ask him.
"No. there were two calls. One yesterday from Blockbuster Video – late returning happy Gilmore. And one two days ago from Thrifty Phone Services."
"All right, let's hear it," I order him.
"You, blood splatter," Gibbs orders Abby who is jumping around.
"Yo ho heave ho," Abby sings while moving off to do her job.
"Petty Officer Lambert, my name is Dennis Brough. I'm calling on behalf of Thrifty Phone Services. How would you like to cut," Brough said on the recording.
"That's it?" Gibbs ask when the recording ends suddenly.
"He must've picked up," McGee informs him.
"If they called him two days ago. Why the hell would they call back?" I ask in confusion.
"Dennis Brough, Kate," Gibbs orders her.
"Got it," Kate states.
"Acoustics analysis?"
"Yes. On that next, boss," McGee reports.
"Who was that who said always expect the unexpected?" Abby exclaims after having working on the blood for a while as we watch him.
"Me," Gibbs answers.
"Oscar Wilde," I overlap Gibbs.
Well, you're right again," Abby comments while smiling at me.
"Boss, you sure are!" McGee exclaim while running into the front lab from the back where he was working on the audio.
"McGee, you're about to interrupt unbelievable news."
"Abby, trust me. My news is much more unbelievable."
"Gibbs, you're never going to believe what I found!" Kate exclaims while running into the lab.
"Kate, hold on one second."
"No!" Abby jumps in.
"This is really, really important," Kate cuts in again.
"Abby, hold on, okay?" McGee cuts Kate off but then they all began talking over each other for the treat from the master. Gibbs places his fingers in his mouth and whistle loudly to get everyone to shut up.
"Hey! Abby?" Gibbs picks the first person to report.
"Okay, this is the blood trail found on Petty Officer Lambert's kitchen floor. Notice anything hinky?" Abby asks us while pulling up the blood onto the plasma screen.
"There was no movement when the blood dropped," I state while looking at the photo.
"Nope. Somebody stood there, dropped some blood, took a step, drooped some blood, took a step, dropped some blood," Abby explains while demonstrating it without dropping anything but goes through all the motions.
"McGee!" Gibbs orders the next person to report what he found.
"The acoustical analysis of the phone call indicates that the fight sounds were unidirectional. I overlaid Kate's sketch of the crime scene and found the source to be Petty Officer Lambert's computer. They were sound effects, boss," McGee reports.
"Okay. Kate."
"I spoke to Dennis Brough from the Thrifty Phone Service. He's home with the flu. His supervisor gave Dennis' lead to Roland Kesta," Kate responds while reading it off her PDA.
"Petty Officer Lambert asked that telemarketer to call him back," I ask them in confusion.
"Between eight and twelve last night."
"Our Petty Officer faked his own murder," Gibbs and I state together.
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"We have on advantage over Petty Officer Lambert. He doesn't know we know he's still alive," Gibbs comments as we walk into the squad room where Atony is still working.
"I'll flag his accounts. Bank, credit, ATM, e-mail," Kate states while working over to her desk to do it.
"Kate, this mojo faked his own death. Left his laptop, wallet, cell phone, and car behind. Do you really think he's going to swipe the old charge card at the local Jugs-Are-Us?" Tony states at her.
"Tony's right," Gibbs states.
"Whoa, back up, did you just say Tony's right about something? That's not possible, doesn't Fornell appear when that happens?" I ask Gibbs while looking around like Fornell while jump out from somewhere making Gibbs smirk at me in amusement.
"Thanks boss," Tony says while giving me an annoyed look playfully.
"You check it anyway, Kate. You never know. If Tony does find his ex-roomie, check his accounts, too," Gibbs orders anyway.
"I'm zoning in on him."
"Yeah? You locate him?" I ask him sarcastically.
"Not yet, but I've got his driver's license. Federal Tax Return, too. He's a freelance computer geek. Made six figures last year."
"Wishing you were a computer geek, Tony?" McGee asks us.
"Who the hell in their right mind would want to be you?" I demand of him while pulling my eyebrows together in confusion while sitting behind Gibbs desk like normal.
"I'd rather be homeless than be you, Probie," Tony overlaps me in disgust.
"That's an old address. Same as Petty Officer Lambert's," Gibbs comments while looking at the old ID for the missing roommate.
"He's depreciating a ninety three Hyundai on his return."
"How can you depreciate a car that old?" McGee asks us in confusion.
"More important question. Why would a guy pulling down six figures a year drive a car that old?"
"Only one way to find out," I state.
"Fins him and ask him. Which I am trying… going to do!"
"McGee, you're with me," Gibbs orders while leaving the squad room.
"Where are we going, Boss?" McGee asks Gibbs.
"To talk to Petty Officer Lambert's shipmates."
"He's not on a ship, boss. Oh, sorry. You were using a military euphemism."
"You think?"
"So you mean Bethesda Hospital Computer Centre."
"You speak their language."
"You mean I'm going to interview them?"
"I interview, you translate. Come on!"
"Anyone else get the feeling that Gibbs treats us like dog's he is training?" I ask everyone once the elevator close with the two agents.
"No I think about it, yeah," Tony agrees with me.
"Okay, as long as it wasn't just me. I'm going to see Abby," I state while leaving the room to the back elevator and head down to her lab.
"Hey Abby, how's it going?" I ask her while walking into the lab.
"Slowly," Abby answers me.
"That seems to be the word of the day."
"Yeah. So what's everyone doing upstairs?"
"Tony's looking for the roommate. Kate's looking for the not dead man. McGee is translating for Gibbs at the not dead man. I'm bored."
"I figured that at on my own."
"So have you found anything on what I ask you to look into?"
"Nope but I'm working on it."
"You know, it is sad that we found Ari's identity faster than my father."
"I know right."
"Soo. Got any new tats," I ask her while leading into her personal space.
"Yep."
"Can I see?"
"You show me yours and I'll show you mind."
"Nope. I have some dignity."
"Right."
"Hey, I only flash Kate's boobs, not mine," I state while waving my hand in front of my chest to show her what I am talking about.
"No wander Kate Loves you so much."
"Yep. I'm the best sister ever," I climb onto her desk and sit down while talking to her.
"I'm glade, you're not my sister. I would have killed you already."
"I don't know. People like me. Just not people who have the same DNA with me, but their idoits," I comment making Abby laugh out loud at my comments.
"Yeah, I can see that. Hey you want to go to a party this weekend with me?"
"What type of party?"
"Nice, answering a question with a question. I like it. A normal party. You know, dancing, drinking, and having fun."
"Sure, as long as we are finished this case."
"You are a workaholic, I swear you and Gibbs is made from the same mould."
"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?"
"It's not. Just funny."
"You are weird. I don't know why you are my friend."
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"Enough, Tony. I have nothing to hide," Kate snaps at Tony as I walk back into the squad room.
"Really. For someone with nothing to hide, you seem awfully concerned about what other people know about you," Tony comments.
"Why? Because I get upset when you go through my personal belongings?"
"Exactly."
"Well, Tony, some people enjoy having a private life. Unlike you, we don't go around informing everyone about the frequency of our… hooking up."
"In a slump?"
"Yes she is," I answer for her.
"Gibbs. Mansur withdrew six thousand from his bank account the week before he moved out," Kate reports to Gibbs who is walking into the squad room and to his desk without her answering Tony.
"He's also moved three times in the last six years. This last time he didn't file a change of address at the post office. Thank you," Tony reports to Gibbs next.
"Whatever the hell this is, they're in it together," Gibbs states.
"Yeah, well… what is… whatever the hell this is?"
"Find Mansur."
"Yes. And we'll find out. I know, boss. I'm trying."
"Try harder," I suggest of him.
"Right."
"You know, Gibbs, maybe Lambert faked his own death to get out of the Navy. You know, wanted to make a few bucks like his roomie," Kate suggest of Gibbs.
"Not likely. His enlistment was up in five months. McGee!" Gibbs states before calling McGee to order him around.
"Yeah, boss," McGee asks.
"Check with Abby. Find out how she's doing with that stuff you brought in."
"Right."
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"Petty Officer Lambert was part of the team that was updating the Navy's medical computer system. He'd been working on it almost two years," McGee reports to us as we all step out of the elevator to find Abby waiting for us.
"Did you tell them?" Abby demands of McGee.
"No. saved the best of you."
"Oh, thanks, McGee! You know how I relish the moments…"
"Stop relishing. Start explaining it," Gibbs orders them.
"Okay. Geez, Gibbs. Five months ago Petty Officer Lambert buried a simple command in the program to send him drugs."
"Lots of drugs," McGee adds.
"McGee!"
"Sorry."
"For every three hundred and thirty seven prescriptions, one was written for him. It's ingenious in its simplicity, Gibbs."
"What kind of drugs?" I demand of them.
"Painkillers; Percocet, Vicodin, OxyContin," McGee reports.
"OxyContin is twice as addictive as heroin. It's more addictive than pistachios," Abby adds but we all just give her a look so she adds, "Well, have you ever just eaten one pistachio?"
"Actually, I have. Potato chip, on the other hand," McGee answers her. But Gibbs gives him the look making him quickly says, "Uh… the navy writes a lot of prescriptions. So the amount that he was getting, there's no way it was for personal use."
"In the last eight months eighteen thousand OxyContin pills, twelve thousand Percocet, nine thousand Vicodin," Abby reads the states.
"Legal price for an eighty milligram OxyContin is six dollars."
"Street price is sixty five to eighty," Gibbs comments.
"On the OxyContin alone, he made a million bucks," Abby comments.
"Cash," McGee adds.
"Petty Officer Lambert is long gone," I comment.
"I would be," Abby comments making me smile.
"Me too."
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"Two black coffees, one milk and sugar, and two Grande triple-pump half-caf vanilla lattes," McGee says while handing out the cups of coffee he is carrying into the squad room where the officers from the crime scene earlier. Gibbs and Cheney gets the black coffee, Miller and McGee get the Grande triple-pump half-caf vanilla lattes and I get the one with milk and sugar.
"Cheers," Miller says to them.
"Right."
"No, mine's the one with the extra foam."
"Sorry," McGee says while they exchange the coffee making Gibbs, Cheney and me shake our heads out him. We all take a sip of our coffee in unison.
"So Gibbs, I've had my eye on this one guy. He's a lobbyist. Went from dealing to a few friends to supplying the Beltway with illegal painkillers," Cheney reports to Gibbs.
"Well, syncs up," Gibbs orders him.
"Miller."
"Yes. Just a second," Miller exclaims while trying to pull the file from his jacket without spilling his coffee.
"Here, let me help you," McGee states while trying to help Miller and in the process they spill the coffee all over the file.
"My fault."
"No, it was mine."
"No, I should have been more careful."
"Not a problem. Not a problem."
"McGee!" Gibbs yells over the blundering idiots.
"Miller!" Cheney calls out to his probie at the same time.
"Idiots," I state while staring at the two fouls.
Sorry, Boss," McGee and Miller says in unison while handing the file over.
"Aaron Alan Wright," Cheney states.
"Ever busted?" Gibbs ask him.
"Once. Dealing to his frat brothers at Syracuse. Got probation."
"Why haven't you busted him?" I ask him in confusion.
"I want the other end of his pipeline. If I bust him, his supplier just finds another dealer."
"He's soft. Want to bring him in here for a chat?" Gibbs ask him.
"Have Mosteleone and Rand pick up Wright. Deliver him here."
"Sure, boss," Miller says.
"Is that the seventy two thirty?" McGee asks while looking at Miller's PDA.
"It's the seventy two thirty," Miller corrects making Gibbs and Cheney exchange looks and roll their eyes at the children talking toys.
"Sweat."
"Yeah."
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"Petty Officer Dion Lambert," Gibbs says in the integration room while I watch from observation with Gibbs and Cheney's teams both watching the integration.
"Sorry, never heard of him," Aaron states.
"A Navy computer geek. Steals painkillers from the Government."
"What does a swabbie stealing painkillers have to do with me?"
"He sells them to you. You sell them to your beltway clients," Cheney explains to him next.
"This really is a waste of time. I've advised my client not to answer your question, and he won't," Arthur, Aaron's attorney states.
"That is beautiful," Monteleone states.
"Franck Muller Conquistador," Tony says while looking at the watch.
"Seventy eight hundred retail."
"Yeah. You know that guy paid retail. Look at him."
"We know you've been dealing for months," Cheney states.
"Really. Then why did it take you this long to call me in?" Aaron asks.
"The Lieutenant wanted your source and I just gave it to him," Gibbs states.
"And that's the Petty Officer? What was his name again?" Aaron attempts a joke.
"Dion Lambert."
"I'm scanning… no hits."
"This isn't a frat bust for grass, Aaron," Cheney states while leaning into the suspects personal space.
"This is hard time. Every night. Hard time," Gibbs says while copying Cheney's position.
"Tell us where Petty Officer Lambert's hiding."
""We'll cut you a deal."
"Minimum time in a Federal facility without nightly cavity searches."
"Aaron, if they had evidence of you doing something illegal which I know you didn't, they wouldn't be talking deals," Arthur states.
"I have to listen to my lawyer. He's very expensive," Aaron states.
"When I find Fetty Officer Lambert," Gibbs begins.
"And he will," Cheney adds.
"He'll roll on you for a deal," Gibbs states.
"Really?" Arron ask in surprise.
"Yeah. You want to know why? 'Cause he's soft just like you," Gibbs states while rubbing Aaron's check.
"What is this, bad cop, bad cop?" Arthur demands of the two men integration his client.
"Gibbs, we miscalculated," Cheney says to Gibbs.
"You think?" Gibbs states.
"Our friend here's looking forward to playing strip poker in Marion… without cards."
"Yeah, is that true Aaar-ron?"
"Charge my client or we're walking out! Now!" Arthur orders them.
"Bastard!" Aaron hisses at the men.
"Aaron? You won't last forty eight hours in Marion," Gibbs calls over to the Aaron who opened the door to leave.
"Oh, I figure twenty four," Cheney states.
"Five bucks."
"It's a bet," Cheney say while they shake on it. At the sight of this Tony, Monteleonel, and I bust out laughing at the sight.
"What are you laughing at, DiNozzo?!" Gibbs calls out to us making Tony stop laughing in fear.
"And you, Monteleonel?!" Cheney calls out making me laugh harder when he too stops laughing.
"We didn't break him!"
"Made him piss his pants, though."
"Oh hell, yes!" Gibbs says with a smile about that fact as Tony follows Rand out to ask her out for lunch or sex. And we all head to the squad room to work on the case.
"Gibbs! George Mansur – Lambert's ex-roomie? He's online!" Abby exclaims as she runs into the squad room.
"Where?" Gibbs demand of her.
"I back-traced his I.P. address to the Key Bridge Cybercafé in Georgetown!"
"Tony. McGee. You're with me. Kate. Alice. Phones. Abby, keep tabs on Mansur's computer."
"But boy's night out," Kate complains.
"Which means… Girls' night in! Transfer your phones to my lab," Abby exclaims making us smile and do that as we walk down to the lab.
"Yes, now we can all annoy Kate," I exclaim while transferring Gibbs phone down while Kate does the others.
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"Is this the Petty Officer who faked his murder, Jethro?" Ducky ask us at Rock Creek Park that night while looking at the dead body.
"Unless DNA says otherwise," Gibbs answers him.
"Well, he's not faking now."
"The shooter put on round into the back of his head," I comment while looking at the wound.
"And his hair is burned. I'd say the muzzle was within two inches of his skull."
"Aaron Wright doesn't have the guts to pull a trigger looking you in the eyes," Cheney comments.
"Well, neither does George Mansur. No, my gut's telling me that Ducky's about to eliminate him as a suspect. What time did our boy die, duck?" Gibbs asks Ducky.
"Patience, Jethro. Mister Palmer is at home with the flu so I'm my own assistant tonight," Ducky defends his slow working.
"Gerald would have come to work with the flu, this new one is just lazy," I comment making Gibbs and Ducky give me a look.
"Judging by the ambient temperature, I'd say he expired between eighteen and twenty one hundred hours. How does that jive with your gut?"
"Well, let us see," Gibbs states while ringing Abby, "Yikes, Abby! What did McGee do this time...? When did Mansur log on at the cybercafé…? When you're done with Neander-boy tell him to release Mansur."
"What did the idiot do this time?" I ask Gibbs when he hangs up on Abby.
"Put his foot in it."
"What's new? She should be used to that."
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"Why does Gibbs always have to bring the killer down here?" I ask Ducky while sitting on the autopsy table he isn't using while Gibbs and Cheney gets Aaron.
"Because they don't like seeing the aftermath of their action," Ducky answers me while working to get ready to autopsy's the victim.
"Do you smoke, Aaron?" Gibbs ask Aaron as they walk into autopsy.
"All right, you got me. All right? I lit up in your elevator. What's the big," Aaron begins but sees the dead body and quickly says, "Ah, geez!"
"How's it going Ducky?" Gibbs asks Ducky without caring.
"Slow without an assistant. Is this the killer?" Ducky asks.
"I didn't kill anybody. I don't even own a gun," Aaron exclaims in anger.
"Do you want to see what your bullet did?" Ducky ask him as I get off the autopsy table and standing next to Gibbs.
"No."
"Did he just acknowledge he shot him?" I ask while pointing to Aaron then to Lambert.
"Sounded that way to me," Cheney states.
"No, I don't want to see this," Aaron exclaims while Ducky moves to the head of the dead body and cuts the head open to see the brain.
"I can assure you it will be very instructional. Your slug penetrated the occipital lope instantly blinding the poor boy. Although death, of course, was so sudden I doubt that he'd notice it. It then entered the Corpus Callosum," Ducky explains.
"Oh, god just stop. I've got to barf," Aaron exclaims before vomiting into the basin.
"In the Eighteenth century, the Corpus Callosum was believed to house the soul. It wasn't until the Mid-Twentieth century, actually, that scientists determined it's a thick bundle of nerve fibres to transfer information between the right and left hemispheres of the brain."
"Fascinating," Cheney exclaims while Gibbs just watch Aaron throw up and ignoring Ducky like normal.
"I didn't kill Dion," Aaron exclaims.
"Dion?" Gibbs and I ask him together.
"Definitely someone he was on a first name basis with," Cheney comments.
"Is that deal you offered still on the table?" Aaron ask us.
"Hell no," Gibbs states.
"I know who killed him. Do I get the deal?"
"Not if it was you," I state.
"I can live with that. I picked up the frugs from a blind mailbox. I sent the cash by return mail. The last shipment came in two days ago, and I dropped fifty grand in the mail that night."
"He made a million and got whacked for fifty grand?" Cheney ask him.
"You cops always inflate. They never made anywhere near a mil."
"What partner?" Gibbs ask him.
"I don't know his name. I only worked with Dion. Wait! Wait! Just hear me out please! All right, his partner is a computer geek where Dion works. He picked up in the scam and he threatened to report it unless Dion cut him in on half. Find the partner, you find his killer," Aaron calls out when we begin leaving him.
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"I don't believe him. If two of my people were ripping off the system, I should be fired for incompetence," Wilkerson, a pretty lady, says to us when we return to the computer room where Lambert used to work.
"They weren't both doing it. Petty Officer Wilson caught on to the scam," Gibbs says.
"Well, if he caught on I should have."
"They sat next to each other."
"You're not very computer literate, are you, Jethro?" Wilkerson ask Gibbs making me glare at her with a burning jealousy.
"Boss! Boss! He's got a Trojan horse on Petty Officer Lambert's computer. You could access his programs," McGee yells out.
"I didn't insert that!" Wilson, another computer geek, exclaims.
"Just once, boss, I wish one of these guys would say, 'you got me. I did it,'" Tony states.
"McGee."
"Sorry, Man," McGee states.
"Ma'am, you know me. I love the Navy. I wouldn't steal from it!"
"I believe you, Niles," Wilkerson says while Tony arrest Wilson.
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"How do I look?" I ask Kate after work after arresting Wilkerson for the murder of Lambert, on the weekend once I got dressed to go to the party with Abby. I am wearing a red dress with silver beading doing down the right shoulder to around my waste and ending at the bottom of the dress that ends at the top of my thighs. My shoes are red and my makeup is done to a tee making me look beautiful and sexy.
"Beautiful. Who are you going with?" Kate ask me while looking at my outfit.
"Abby. She invited me to a party."
"Really? Why did she invite you but not me?"
"Because I'm fun and you're not," I answer as Abby honks the horn out front, I grab my red purse and run out to her car.
"Hey," Abby says as I get into her car.
"Let's go," I state while clipping up the seatbelt.
"Yay," Abby exclaims while pulling the car out of its parking spot and back onto the road to drive to the party.
After driving to the party Abby parks the car and we get out to go into the party. We walk into the party with the music pumping through the whole house is packed with people dancing and drinking through the house and into the yard. Abby grabs two glasses of alcohol and hands me on of them to drink.
As the night drags on Abby and I continual to drink and have fun. As the night comes to a close, we are both to intoxicate to drive so Abby rings Gibbs to come pick us up.
"This is so fun," I laugh at Abby while attempting trying to sit on the edge of the garden bed but I miss it and end up on the ground as a giggling mess.
"I know right," Abby agrees with me.
"We have to do this again."
"I agree," Abby states while Gibbs ups up in his older Ute.
"What have you two done?" Gibbs ask us while getting out of his car and to help us in.
"Nothing," I giggle out while trying to get up but falling back onto the ground in a laughing mess.
"Why don't I believe that?" Gibbs ask while helping me to my feet and into the middle of his car. Next he helps Abby into the passenger seat and making sure we are both clipped in.
"Because you're a weird conspiracy theories person," I laugh at him while trying to stop him clipping up my seat belt.
"Right," Gibbs says while finally clipping my seat belt. He walks around the car and gets in so I am in the middle of him and Abby, and he puts the car in drive and begins driving to his house. The whole ride Abby and I are giggling about nothing.
Once we arrive at his house he pulls up in his garage and helps Abby and me out of the car. Gibbs leads us into the house and helps Abby lay down on the coach and tuck her in with a blanket to sleep there. He turns to help me upstairs to sleep my alcohol off.
"Can you keep a secret?" I ask Gibbs as he helps me up the stairs to his bed room.
"Yes," Gibbs answers.
"I like somebody," I state and Gibbs tenses up but I don't notice because of how drunk I am.
"Really?"
"Yep. But I don't think he likes me."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because he is older and doesn't look at me like that."
"Just tell him? If he doesn't like you he is an idiot."
"I know he is an idiot. But I can't tell him, he is my friend and I don't want to ruin it," I whisper to him while he sits me on the bed and goes to the dress to get me something more confinable to sleep.
"Well, if he doesn't want to be your friend because you like him, he's an idiot," Gibbs whispers to me while handing me one of his shirts to put on. He walks out of the room to give me some privacy to change. I work my dress off and put the shirt on that falls down my legs further down my legs then my dress did. Once I am in the shirt, I lay down on the bed and snuggle into the pillow. Gibbs walks back into the room with a bottle of water and some pain pills for tomorrow.
"Sleep well baby," Gibbs whispers to me while moving my hair out of my face and gently kissing my forehead before I fall asleep.
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I wake up to a desperate need to use the rest room, so I climb out of the bed with a desperate pain in my head. The room is very cold and I begin shivering in the cold weather without the warmth of the bed. I use the rest room and move back to the bed and climb back in for a couple more hours to sleep off the pain in my head. Once in the bed I move around trying to get confinable but I stop when I hit another warm body in the bed. I slowly turn around to see who it is, I see Gibbs sleeping peacefully making him look years younger than he really is. I snuggle into his body heat to warm myself up, I fall asleep against my own personal heater but before I am completely asleep I feel an arm move around my waste.
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The next time I wake up, I am alone in the bed. I sit up but the throbbing in my head hasn't gone away, so I take the painkillers that Gibbs placed on the bedside table the night before. I slowly move off the bed once the painkillers kick in. I leave the room and walk down the stairs to the kitchen and see Abby and Gibbs.
"Morning," I mumble while moving over to sit next to Abby.
"Morning," Abby exclaims loudly like normal.
"How are you so happy? I am two steps from the grave?"
"Because."
"Okay."