The old man bent over the metal slab, known as a table to those in the medical field. He was examining the damage to the skin cells in the nape of Petty Officer Larsen's neck. There was definitely some noticeable scratches on the surface of the skin, but nothing pointed solidly to strangulation. Blood tests had been sent out over an hour ago; and Ducky was beginning to get frustrated. Finally the examination room doors opened, and a man, who looked like he was a rookie, walked in; his lack of self-confidence evident.
"What took you guys so long?" Ducky exclaimed; irritated that he didn't have the information that could've helped his examination.
"W…well, sir, you see it's not my fault," the man managed to choke out, "I'm just…"
Ducky cut him off, "No need to explain now, I've got the results." Opening the envelope he didn't know what he'd find, he just hoped it would help him and the team figure out how and why she was murdered. Ducky pulled out the sheet; he read the results of the blood test. "Moderate levels of carbon dioxide and excessively high levels of Rohypnol," Ducky read to himself.
"You didn't see it coming did you?" Ducky said, looking at the pale woman lying on the steel slab.
"See what coming?" Gibbs asked walking through the sliding doors, "What do you have for me Duck? Something conclusive I hope."
"Well Jethro…it seems that Ms. Larsen has moderate amounts of carbon dioxide and excessive amounts of Rohypnol in her blood stream," Ducky began.
"And what do we know from this?" Gibbs growled, staring at the older man.
"The drug was definitely in her drink, no sign of injection or snorting of powder," Ducky explained, "presumably this drug was administered at least 48 hours ago."
"And the carbon dioxide?" Gibbs growled, growing irritated, he wanted to figure out this case now.
"Strangulation…which would explain the noticeable scratches on her neck," Ducky said, pointing to the girl lying on the table.
"How does one get a hold of such a drug?" Gibbs barked, walking around the table, inspecting the corpse.
"I'm afraid I don't know the specifics, just that it's not available legally in America," Ducky explained.
"Ok…" Gibbs said, taking one last look at the body. Ducky watched the silver haired man walkthrough the sliding doors and to the elevator up to the main floor.