Disclaimer: I do not and never will own NCIS. I probably won't until magic is proved real and there's living proof ghosts and vampires exist. Then I would run, and the owner of NCIS would probably go crazy, in which I would not own it anymore, for they would not let an insane person be in charge of such a wonderful TV show. The ratings would drop and I would be hunted down and shot.

A/N: Yay! I have more reviews! Teemwadiddlyhahee! (That's my new phrase of the week. It changes, you know.) I've been busy with school and piano (ugh!) and a whole bunch of other stuff, so I haven't gotten this up as quickly as I could. The rest of the story isn't written yet, in fact it's not even up in my head. So I'll be making it up as I go. But here's chapter four:

It was a gun. No doubt the same one that had killed Sam.

And it was in her backpack. Why her backpack?

Ethan was smirking. "So, I think we've got a suspect" He ran off to the bedroom. "Hey, Rob"

Alexia was still standing in shock when her father came in. "You- you murdered Sam"

Katie came trotting through the house and stopped short when she saw the scene before her.

"What? Me? Murder Mom? No way" Really, it was surprising that he was accusing her. The other members were following Rob, almost sniggering. "Why would I"

Katie gasped. "What!"

He stared at her. "Why, Alexia? Why did you"

"I DIDN'T" Alexia screamed at him. "What's with you"

"There was a gun in your backpack. A Sig Sauer, to be exact. Guess what killed your mother"

"Do I need to" Is that the only evidence they had?

"No, I guess you don't. But, yes. Plus there's fingerprints on it. So we're going to take yours and the ones on there and check them...Chris"

Chris came up and took the gun in gloved hands, and went off to the bedroom. Well, actually to her room first. No doubt to prove her guilty.

"I didn't even know she was dead until I came home from school"

"How do we know that"

"Why don't you have someone check the time of death"

"We did. Died at 7:15 this morning."

Alexia stifled a scream, almost in complete synchronization with Katie. She was home then! She had left for school at 7:30 this morning. But she hadn't heard a gunshot. Neither had Katie, and they left for school together.

"See? We have more evidence against you"

"How do you know when I left for school" "You always leave at 7:30. The bus driver's never late" Rob replied with a leer.

Alexia's mouth was hanging open. "But why would I kill her"

"I don't know. Why"

She shrugged. "I don't know either! Maybe someone used a silencer; I didn't hear a gunshot." She was starting to cry.

Katie also seemed on the verge of tears. "You- you killed..."

"You seem to know a lot about guns, young lady" Jimmy, who wasn't very talkative, told her with a grin.

"Dad has one"

"And I suppose you know where he keeps it"

"Ye" She stopped. Crap. "Yes, I do. He showed me in case of an emergency. Mom had them too" Alexia added. "Well, one."

Chris came running out. "It matches"

"And, pray tell, where did you get my fingerprints from"

He shrugged. "From your room. Your phone."

She rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous! How long does it take for fingerprint results anyways"

Chris grinned at me. "That long, missie."

Alexia looked from one face to another. "Hey, wait a second, you can't" Before she could say another word, Ethan had handcuffed her hands. Rob smiled at her.

"Anything to say, Alexia"

Katie's eyes widened but she made no move to stop the adults from arresting her friend- how could she? There were four of them and two kids.

"MURDERER" Alexia screamed as loud as she could. "YOU KILLED HER"
"Aah, so wrong, yet half right. I didn't pull the trigger. It's quite obvious from the evidence you did. At 7:15 this morning."

Jimmy came at her with a gag.

"Wait! One last question" Alexia turned to Rob. "Why was her stomach split open"

He shrugged. "Who knows? I didn't kill her- maybe to look as if the killers wanted something?"

"Like she swallowed something? Something you wanted" She'd gone too far, she guessed, because Jimmy gagged her quite efficiently.

"We'll tell police she wasn't cooperating" Ethan told Rob evilly, turning to Alexia with a cruel grin.

At that moment Katie bolted and ran.

The last thing both girls remembered was Chris coming at Alexia with the gun and bringing it down as hard as possible on her head.

-

"I don't know, something still doesn't seem right" Kate said as she paced the NCIS bullpen.

"Drop it, Kate" Tony told her without looking up. "It was his wife."

"Still" She stopped and turned to Tony. "Really, think about it. He didn't seem that upset that his wife had just been murdered. In fact, he was rather cold to his daughter, don't you think"

"Yeah, I noticed that too" Gibbs remarked as he came walking in, coffee in one hand, a thick file in the other. "I checked- his team was never assigned that case."

Kate mouthed an "I told you so" to Tony, who sighed but admitted silent defeat.

"So, now what" McGee asked, looking from team member to team member.

"We go back there, Probie" Tony told him slowly, as if speaking to a child.

Kate rolled her eyes and looked to Gibbs for confirmation.

"Yep, we do."

-

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

"Damn it" Gibbs said as he pressed the doorbell for the third time.

Ding-dong.

Ooh, freaky, isn't it? I bet it was just the best little chapter of any little story you've ever read...or not. Actually, I'm getting input off this from my friend, who shall ever be referred to after this as "Nina". Or "VJ". I haven't decided yet. Oh, what the heck, Nina. She hates that name. And if she reads this- hahahahahaha! Oh, yeah, RR, please! And I suck at real-life guns, in case you couldn't tell, and forensics, but I can shoot a Star Trek Romulan Phase Disruptor like nobody's business, I'll tell you that. My sister will vouch for me.