The loud incessant shrill of Tony's cell phone wasn't what he wanted to wake up to, but having a boss like his he was used to the unwanted wake up calls. One hand slipped out from under the warm cover and fumbled blindly for the offending object. Once found, he deftly flipped the phone open and pulled it back under the covers where his head lay.
"DiNozzo," he answered with a sleepy sigh.
"Get your lazy ass out of bed and into work DiNozzo, we have work to do."
"Sure, Boss," he replied automatically as his brain tried to wake up properly. He didn't wait for a goodbye as he flipped the phone shut again and threw it haphazardly onto the bedroom floor. He gave himself a minute before flinging the covers off his face and opening his eyes, wincing as the bright light from the open curtains, hurt them. "Jeez," he muttered. He heard a small moan from beside him and he instantly looked over and smiled. The soft feminine curves of his latest conquest lay beside him, half covered by a sheet. He leant down and kissed a bare shoulder.
"It's early," she whispered.
"Sorry babe, duty calls." The woman snorted. Tony rolled his eyes in her direction before slipping out from between the sheets. "Sleep in as long as you want, I probably won't be back till very late."
"Poor baby," she replied, her eyes still shut firmly and her voice anything but sincere. Tony put on a pair of boxers then dug into his wardrobe for a suit. He picked out a matching shirt and tie with ease and got dressed in silence. Once fully dressed, he walked over to his bedside table. He unlocked the top drawer and pulled out his badge and gun, c clipping them to his belt. He picked up his discarded phone and dropped it into a trouser pocket. He took one last look in his full-length mirror, giving his hair a touch up, before walking over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and leant over, kissing the woman goodbye.
"I'll call ya," he spoke before disappearing out of the room.
The elevator signalled its arrival with a single ding, the doors sliding open, revealing a much more awake Tony. He flung his backpack underneath his desk and dropped heavily into his chair. He lived nearer to work than his team mates so he wasn't surprised to find that he was the first one in. He flicked the on button on his computer before sticking his feet up on the desk, sinking further into the chair. After five minutes of alone time, the elevator dinged again. Tony looked up and greeted the younger agent with a grim frown.
"I hope Gibbs has a good reason for this," he spoke. "I was in bed with a hot naked woman who, I might add, is still there."
McGee handed a cup of coffee to Tony before walking to his own desk. "Too much information, DiNozzo."
"Way too much information, DiNozzo," a third voice joined in. Gibbs picked up Tony's feet as he walked past and unceremoniously dropped them onto the floor with a loud thud. Gibbs walked to his desk and slid into his own chair. "Where's David?" he asked as he noticed the empty seat were the Mossad officer should be.
"Here," she answered for herself as she breezed into the squad room. As she sat down, ready to work, Tony asked the question that was on all their minds.
"What are we doing here, Boss?" Gibbs stood up and threw a plain brown file at Tony like a Frisbee. Tony caught it against his chest, holding it tightly to stop anything from falling out of it. Tony opened the file and frowned.
"The Lucy West case?" he questioned.
"Wait, who's Lucy West?" McGee joined in.
"Lucy was the daughter of Navy captain Neil West. She disappeared four years ago," Tony explained.
"Well remembered," Gibbs commended.
"It's all here in the file, Boss. I don't really remember much of the case."
"You don't?" Ziva asked.
"I was just a newbie then, just came off training. I was only doing desk work until my credentials came through," he answered, reading the file as he spoke.
Ziva snorted. "You were a probie!"
Tony's eyes flicked up and fixed onto Ziva. "Once upon a time," he defended.
"Why is the case file here now?" McGee asked.
"The investigation is being re-opened," Gibbs replied.
"Why?" Ziva enquired, raising an eyebrow at Gibbs.
"Lucy West was never found," Tony spoke up.
"So what makes you think you can find her now?" Ziva still didn't know why they were being put on a cold case.
"We don't plan on finding her alive do we, Boss?" Gibbs shook his head at Tony's question.
"A man admitted to the murder at the time of the investigation."
Ziva was even more confused. "So why didn't he just tell you where the body was?"
"Because, Ziva," Gibbs began, "the man who killed Lucy West was insane."
"Insane?"
"Crazy, nuts, doo-lally, mad, psycho, barmy, loony, mental, three fries short of a happy meal, wacko-"
"I think she gets the idea, DiNozzo," Gibbs jumped in before Tony could go any further. "The point is, Kevin Wickson is locked away in Reedville Sanatorium. The doctors there aren't going to give him to us, and even if they did, there's no way that Kevin would give up the information easily; he's a deluded psychopath with nothing to lose."
"So, what do you want us to do?" Ziva asked.
"Find a way to get the information outta him," Gibbs ordered before marching off.