Chapter 1; Arriving At The Mortuary
The NCIS team had been handed an assignment: one of the top admirals of the Navy was involved in the sale of human body parts on the black market. It was up to the NCIS team to find out where Admiral Blocker was getting his supply. With Dr. "Ducky" Mallard's help, they had worked up a list of several funeral homes and mortuaries with shady reputations. It was to one of these funeral homes that Tony, Abby and Ziva were headed now. Abby was ecstatic: the girl had a taste for the unusual—no, downright morbid aspects of life, and going to a place of business that dealt with the dead on a day-to-day basis had her positively giddy with excitement. Tony cut his eyes sideways to look again at the young lab tech, dressed in full gothic regalia, eyes sparkling and ponytails bouncing as she trotted along beside him. She was babbling in her excitement, saying all sorts of outlandish things.
"Tony, I've been thinking," she mused, and linked her arm through his.
Usually, when Abby said this, it meant she was ready to chatter half the day about something. Tony really liked the lab tech, but sometimes he wished she'd just shut up. They were walking up the front walk to the mortuary now; they were to pretend to be a grieving family interested in planning a funeral. While Tony and Abby kept the mortician busy, Abby was to look around and see if she couldn't find damning evidence of bodies being put up for sale.
"Get ready, Abby," Tony whispered, placing his hand over hers at the crook of his elbow.
Ziva slowed down, stepping behind her team-mates and bowing her head as if she were in deep mourning for the loss of her loved one; she even managed to throw in a believable sob or two. Abby couldn't keep the grin off her face; this was going to be fun!
…..to be continued….