Chapter Eight

Gibbs and Cait headed down to the morgue after Tony had left. 'Talk to me Ducky, what do you have for us?' Gibbs asked as he entered the morgue.

'Well Jethro,' he looked up at the pair. 'Hmm only two of you hovering over me this morning?'

'DiNozzo is occupied elsewhere,' Gibbs said.

'Oh okay,' Ducky frowned as he wondered what Tony was in trouble for this time

'So what have we got?' Gibbs asked.

'Well he was shot in the back of the head, it looks like whomever killed him was either known to him or took him by surprise. As you yourself noted there was no forced entry which backs this theory and there was undigested alcohol in his stomach, strange when you consider he died in the wee hours of the morning,'

'We didn't find any glasses near the body, or even dirty glasses,' Cait said. 'Think the killer shared a drink with him before they killed O'Sullivan?'

'Once again it could appear he knew his killer and was not afraid of them,'

'He probably should have been,' Gibbs muttered. 'Any sign of the victim having sex prior to his death?'

'Nothing,' Ducky replied.

Gibbs nodded. 'Thanks Ducky,' he said, hoping to get out of there before the ME launched into another long winded tale.

'You're welcome Jethro.' Ducky told him. 'Oh but we did find evidence on the body to suggest that he did have a lady companion even if it wasn't a sexual encounter. Several strands of long hair. They're with other physical evidence with Abby,'

'Thanks Ducky,' Gibbs made a move for the door.

'Anytime Jethro,'

'You know this reminds me of a young marine who was murdered in a similar circumstance about 15 years ago. Shot in the back of the head, alcohol in his stomach, off course he'd been on an all night bender and he was sleeping with a colleagues wife... '

'You know I remember that one Ducky,' Gibbs said, racing to the elevator.

'Yes I'm sure you do,' Ducky muttered to himself as the pair disappeared

An hour after Tony had left the office, Cait was busy making some calls.

'Excuse me,' a voice interrupted Cait and she looked up to see a delivery man, whose name tag read Earl holding a small box and a clipboard. 'I have a package for a Jethro Gibbs,'

'I can sign for it,' Cait said.

'No,' Earl said. 'I have strict instructions to make sure Mr Gibbs gets it personally,'

'What do I have to get personally?' Gibbs frowned as he returned to his desk and heard his name,

'A package sir, I need you to sign for it,' Earl said.

Gibbs took the package, scribbling his signature before he moved to his desk and grabbed a pair of scissors.

He opened the package and pulled out the contents and was surprised to

find a small green dragon ornament with a small note attached, which had been typed and read "31 Lincon -1100"

'Aurora, he muttered under his breath. 'Damn it.'

Cait was at her desk and was trying to strain to see what was in the package, seeing it was something green. What was it? 'Gibbs?' she asked with a frown.

'It's a message from an old friend,' he muttered. 'And hearing from her means just one thing,' he stood up and headed for the door. 'I'm going out Cait.'

Cait watched him go and shook her head. It was one thing for Tony to act strangely he did that most of the time but Gibbs was another matter and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on.