"You feeling good enough to eat?" Jethro asked now, putting the laptop up.
"I think so," Rossi agreed as he slowly sat up.
"Lunch should be soon and we eat in the wardroom with the officers," Jethro told him as he helped the other agent stand.
"Good chance to see who knows what," David pointed out.
Rossi and Gibbs made their way to the officer p-way before heading into the wardroom. They got their food and took their seats across from the CO and XO's.
"So, Marines?" STRIKE asked as she sat down next to Rossi seconds later. Information about strangers traveled fast around the ship especially when sailors were… well dying.
"Yes, ma'am," Rossi and Jethro said in unison.
"I was a Sergeant Major and Gibbs over here was a Gunnery Sergeant," David explained.
"When did you serve?" the XO now asked.
"Vietnam."
"Gulf War."
"You joined the FBI though…?" the CO asked Rossi, "And you joined NCIS?" he asked Gibbs.
"Yes, sir," they said in unison again. Both men exchanged amused and simultaneously annoyed looks with each other. This whole talking at the same time thing was getting really quite annoying, I mean sure they both led fairly similar lives but that didn't mean they needed to start talking at the same time too. The officer's around them tried and failed to hide their own amusement at the goings on between them.
"You get seasick yet Agent Rossi?" the CO asked as everyone began to actually eat their food.
"Yes, sir," David admitted, still a little green around the gills as he looked down at his own food.
"Give it a few days, it should get better," the Captain reassured the older man.
"I'm sure. I haven't been on a ship since they sent my unit to a carrier before flying us into Saigon to later take part in the Tet Offensive," David explained as a small shadow crossed his face for a split second. He'd lost a lot of good friends during the weeks long attack on the city, before they finally were able to clear the VietCong out in March.
"So, Gunny I'm going to assume you've been there done that?" the Captain finally spoke trying to somewhat change the subject.
"Yes, sir," Gibbs replied.
"What can you tell us about the three Sailors this ship lost," Rossi asked as he finished his taco and took a sip of his water.
"They worked hard, all three of them. They were a part of the Combat Missiles Division and the STRIKE team," the Captain relaid.
"And they had issues with infidelity…? How were they caught?" Gibs asked now.
"A fellow Sailor told their wives," the XO replied, giving the CO a sideways glance.
"Both times?" David confirmed.
"Indeed," the Captain confirmed as he now sent that same glance back to the XO.
"Who is this Sailor," David pressed.
Both Rossi and Gibbs knew full well that this one person could very well be the key to the investigation. That oooor they're just another small piece nt necessarily that significant at all.
"QM3 Nejara," Miss. Bartha told them both.
"We'll need to talk to QM3 tomorrow morning," Gibbs told them as he finished eating.
"That can be arranged," Miss. Bartha told them both as she grabbed her treaty to leave. The agents both also grabbed their own trays and followed her out of the wardroom once they'd disposed of their trays. Rossi still felt sick to his stomach as they walked out.
"I think I'll return to our quarters,"he told Gibbs with a green look.
"I'll go with. I've got more information to compile that our teams sent over," Jethro said knowing Dave still needed help finding his way around.
Rossi shot Gibbs a thankful look and received a "no problem" one in return. Hopefully Dave would feel better by the following morning when they eventually interviewed QM3. They would eat dinner in their quarters that night, David having passed out exhausted almost immediately after. Gibbs mostly ignored the soft snores coming from the Italian and started going over both the profile and the facts of the case.