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"Do you see what I see?" chimed the lyrically alive voice of Ducky as he peered through a magnifying glass.
"What's that Doctor?" Jimmy asked curiously. Jimmy took his own magnifying glass in hand and walked from the counter he had been standing at, to where Ducky was standing.
"Look carefully at this wound Mr. Palmer and you will see what I see," He replied adding song to the last few words. Jimmy looked down his glass at the knife wound that had been inflicted on Private Shelby. He didn't see it immediately, but when he did, a quizzical look came on him.
"It's green," Jimmy said inquisitively.
"Yes, and what else did we find that is green?"
"The paint under her nails," He replied looking up at Ducky as Ducky did the same. "Do you think it's the same substance?"
"I can only speculate," Ducky said as he procured a sterile glass container, "But I believe we have struck gold." Ducky carefully removed the tiny green flakes and placed them in the container which he then tightly closed off. "If you wouldn't mind Mr. Palmer take that sample down to Abby and Enora dear."
"Uhh, Me?" Jimmy asked uncomfortably, he wanted to see Enlyn, but didn't want to seem eager.
"Yes, you know I would, but I recently developed a strange foot condition that impairs my use of stairs. Now, if you would." Ducky turned to Shelby.
"Doctor?" Jimmy said. Ducky turned back to him. "We have elevators."
"That we do, now go on." Jimmy smiled suspiciously at Ducky, but entered the elevator anyways.
"Just you and I now, my dear," Ducky said as he began speaking to his corpse.
"Roberto Martinez: Age 22 and from Hispanic background. He's had a 4.0 average through all three of his college years. He's a prime suspect boss."
"He bought one of the CDs Kate?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes, and during Daltry's shift too."
"Any crimes before now?"
"Nope," said Tony as he took over for a time, "He's never committed a crime, but he did have a psychotic break shortly after his parents both died in a car accident last year. The doctors eventually deemed him stable, but have kept a close watch on him since his release."
"McGee, get me his address."
McGee turned to Gibbs and said, "already got it boss."
"How close is it from the Daltry home?"
"About 10 miles."
"That's odd," Kate said, "He would have had to drive to get to her house, and no one reported a car outside the area."
"Might not have noticed, Kate," Tony said.
"They should have, there was a strict neighborhood watch in effect."
"But that doesn't mean they were watching."
"McGee, I want a search warrant for this guys house, and Tony, get him in here. We have to talk to him. Kate, I want you to dig up as much information as you can on this guys condition, speak to his doctor is you can," said Gibbs. "Let's see if this is our guy." Each got diligently to work as Gibbs headed for the elevator.
"Anything else we're supposed to do boss?" Tony asked before he thought. Gibbs turned around and looked, aggravated, back at Tony. "Uh, I mean… is there anything specific you need McGee and I to do after… cause I kinda have a plan or two after… or…" Gibbs wasn't responding, just staring. Finally Gibbs' gaze was broken. He shook his head and let out a light laugh.
"If worse comes to worst DiNozzo, male bonding." Tony's eyes became large, but the door was closed behind Gibbs before he could say anything. He looked over at McGee who was giving Tony some strange look between curious and confused.
"Say a word McGee and you're a dead man," Tony started nodding his head, "Okay?"
"O…" McGee caught himself when Tony's eyes started threatening. Finally, he just nodded and got back to work.