Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.

A/N: I hope ya'll know that the case is just a cover up for having character interaction. I'm not exactly good at cases, so if everything isn't forensically or technically right, please, no killing or wounding is necessary. Anyways, this chapter's amusing and funny and…what the heck, just read it.

"As you can see," Ducky was saying, "the thigh wound was probably made when the girl was running away. It's not very well placed. That indicates that the killer was caught off guard and inflicted this wound out of a last ditch attempt."

"So the knife was used out of necessity?" Enlyn asked.

"Most likely," Jimmy began, "but the bullet wound was placed very neatly, as if he really knew what he was doing. For all we know she could have been shot at precisely 9:00, not just killed."

"So what you're saying, Jimmy, is that the shot was so perfectly placed that it most likely killed on contact," Enlyn said.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Enora."

Enlyn smiled, "You can call me Enlyn." They looked at each other for a moment…

"Doctor," Abby said, "What's this?" Under the nails of Shelby's fingers on her right hand were tiny green chips.

"Good work Abigail," Ducky said, "I almost forgot. I was getting a sample of that substance before you came up here."

"Oh, good," Abby replied as she continued to examine it. Ducky turned around and began looking around for the sample he had previously acquired.

"You knew my name already," Enlyn said, "How?"

"I knew Abby had a forensics assistant." Jimmy said, "How'd you already know me?"

"I knew there was a Jimmy and a Ducky, and you don't look very much like a duck."

"And I do?" Ducky asked as he finally procured the sample.

Enlyn hesitated, "I had to think about it first."

"Ah, well that's good to know," Ducky said before turning to Abby. "Here's the sample. I'm not sure what it is, but if I had a guess it's some sort of paint. Now, Abigail…"

"Nice save," Jimmy said to Enlyn.

"Ya think so?" She asked while watching Ducky ramble. She waited. "Does Ducky always do that?"

"All the time," Jimmy replied, "He can even get away with doing it to Gibbs."

"Now that's talent."

"It wasn't her," Kate said after looking over her notes one last time.

"Nope, sure wasn't. Her story checks out," Tony replied. Kate looked back at Tony. He seemed uneasy…or maybe preoccupied.

"What is it Tony?" Kate asked.

"What's what Kate?"

"What are you thinking about? I know you're thinking about something."

"Do you really want to know what I'm thinking about Kate," Tony asked with a doubtful smirk.

"On second thought," Kate said looking back at the road ahead of her with wide

eyes.

"Haha," Tony laughed, "I knew it. Scared of what you might find, right?"

"Yes, but not how you think, Tony."

"Oh, and how do I think?" Tony said.

"You need me to tell you that? Wow, you dumber than I thought," Kate replied. Tony scowled at her. Neither of them said anything for a while.

"If you must know, Kate, I was just thinking about her name again," Tony said.

"Whose?" Kate asked as she looked back at Tony, "Enora?" Tony nodded. "My gosh, Tony. That's pathetic."

"What? I was just thinking about how there is no way I'm ever going to be able to call her Enora and be happy about it."

"Since when is everything supposed to be perfect for you?" Kate commented. Tony didn't argue. It's not like he was being particularly mean about it. 'Surprising,' Kate thought. Kate decided to be nice. "If you must know, Tony, her middle name's Gwendolyn."

"Who told you that?" Tony asked.

"Abby."

"I see." Tony paused for a moment. "Gwen! That's perfect!"

"Gwen?" Kate exclaimed, "Why do you think Gwen is any better than Enora."

"Well, that's for me to know you to hopefully never find out."