A/N: Sorry I've been a while. I could give a bunch of excuses, but lets put it this way: I had exactly 4444 words in this document, and I didn't feel like messing it up until I was ready. Anyways, not an extremely fun filled chapter, but you'll just have to live with that inconvenience.
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Gibbs and McGee were both sitting down at Ryan Smith's kitchen table. Ryan sat across from them, sipping coffee, and looked anything but alarmed. He was the epitome of tall dark and handsome. Blonde haired, blue eyed, but not very talented at drinking coffee apparently.
"Yeah, so I was supposed to pick her up at 8:30, but I had to cancel," Ryan was explaining.
"Why's that?" Gibbs asked.
"Last minute family reunion. Not with the old folks or anything, just my mom, dad, and sisters." Gibbs stared at Ryan waiting for more of an explanation. "They wanted to go bowling."
"I see," Gibbs said, "Well, do you know of anyone else that could have killed her?"
"Well…there was a guys at the place she worked, but no, I doubt he did it." Ryan picked up his coffee mug once again, attempting to drink with his left hand to an injury on his right.
"We need to explore all options," McGee said.
"Ok, well, she worked at a CD store, and there was this one guy who came in all the time and bought really lame CDs. He bought Mozart, when I came in. She always made fun of him. He seemed like the type of person who would take offence to it."
"Did you ever meet him?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah, I came in once to keep her company about a week before…ya know…and he was like a nerdy Mexican or something strange like that. He seemed kinda psycho too. I don't know what his problem was, but he's a definite possibility, especially if he did have mental issues."
"Do you have a name?" asked McGee.
"No, I'm sorry," Ryan replied.
Gibbs sighed, "Ok," he said as he began to get out of his chair. He noticed the large bandage on his right hand. "What happened to your hand?" He asked, not so much concerned as interested.
"Ah, cutting vegis for my mom," Ryan said as he fiddled with the bandage, "Still hasn't healed."
"I see," Gibbs said still eyeing the bandage.
"But you know what, "Ryan said, changing the subject, "The time I went in the nerdy Mexican used a credit card. They keep a copy of all the receipts."
"Good," Gibbs said, now happy to have a lead, "What's the name of the place she worked?"
"CD barn, the one in the mall."
Gibbs picked took out his cell phone as soon as he got into the car. He speed dialed Tony's number.
"Yeah boss," Gibbs heard over the line.
"Tony, go to CD barn in the mall and tell them to give you a copy of every receipt for Mozart CDs on May 3rd."
"You got it boss," Tony replied.
"What was that about?" Kate asked as Tony made a U-turn.
"Gibbs wants us to go to the mall!" Tony said.
"Yeah right," Kate said skeptically.
"Of course, I am right. Receipts for Mozart CDs."
"Do I want to know?" Kate asked.
"Of course you do," Tony replied. Kate waited for him to continue. "Of course," Tony indeed continued, "I don't really know, so you'll have to wait."
"Of course." Kate rolled her eyes.