Tony wiped his eyes as he drank his coffee on this particular Monday morning; it'd been two days since he went to that netball centre. He had slept in his own bed last night which he hadn't done since Kate left, but last night he got a call from Gibbs saying that him and McGee were overloaded with work and that he and Ziva were both coming back the following day.
Half an hour later Tony was in the bullpen with the other two members of his team (Gibbs wasn't there), though he wasn't talking to Ziva as much. He wasn't avoiding her, but he didn't want any awkward situations to arise. Gibbs finally arrived and asked McGee, "did you debrief them about the case?"
"No boss, I thought you wanted too," McGee spoke confidently.
"True, but you're going to, make it quick," Gibbs ordered leaving Timothy McGee a bit shocked.
"Ah, on Sunday morning at around three Petty Officer Leo Capra was found dead with a single bullet hole right between his eyes, no murder weapon was found and we have no forensic evidence to go on."
"What about the bullet?" Ziva asked, followed by Tony asking, "what about witnesses?"
"The killer removed the bullet and we have a witness but we can't talk to her as she doesn't speak English, she's Russian," McGee sighed as he handed Tony the file, "a translator is on the way."
"Is his wife a suspect?" Tony asked as he read the file, which included a couple of domestic disputes.
"Nope, his wife was out of town with a bullet proof alibi. She was giving a lecture at the university about her work in medicine, hundreds of witnesses."
Tony flipped through the pages and stopped when he found the photo of the nameless witness, Tony could tell this witness was plenty able to speak English.
"I want to talk to her," Tony demanded.
Gibbs raised his eyebrow, "have you been listening she doesn't speak any English?"
"She does, I know it," Tony told his boss.
"How can you tell that by looking at a picture of her?" Ziva asked as she snatched the picture.
"Wow, she's pretty and younger then I expected too," Ziva added.
"Well beauty speaks all languages," Tony said while looking into Ziva's eyes, before adding, "So can I boss?"
"Fine but take Ziva and McGee in with you and we'll see whom she feels like talking too, and if you're right Tony be careful. This poor girl was found in a clothes cupboard in a fetal position and if you push her I believe we'll do more harm then good."
The team agreed and together they walked down to interrogation together, "now myself and Ducky are the only people she's been with since the murder as she need to have a cheek over, so she doesn't know you. Don't make a bad impression."
The team of three entered the interrogation room to find a dark blond haired girl curled up in a fetal position in the corner, sobbing quietly and muttering in Russian. Also a packet of chips, a chocolate bar and a can of soda, sat upon the table untouched, it was on Ducky's orders that she ate something, as she was rather weak from hunger. She hadn't eaten since yesterday. On the way down they'd been instructed to let Ziva approach her, as most women feel more comfortable with other women. Tony and McGee took a seat and let Ziva crouched down next to the teenage girl. Ziva whispered a few words in Russian, "I didn't know she spoke Russian," Tim whispered to Tony.
Ziva helped the girl stand up and into a chair, though she hung her head low not looking at any of the special agents.
"Hi Ellie," Tony said as Ziva sat next to him.
Ellie looked up at the sound of her name and a familiar voice. Tony decided to start the questions easy.
"Ellie can you tell me you're last name?" The girl shook her head.
"Where are you're parents?"
Ellie once again shook her head but this time she whispered, "I can't talk to you, I'm sorry Tony."
Given that Tony was right Gibbs knocked on the glass giving the signal to McGee and Ziva to get out and let Tony lead the interrogation.
"Why can't you talk to me?"
"They'll get me like they got him, it only took one shot and Leo was dead," she whispered.
"How do you know Leo and where are your parents?"
"They don't get back for a few days, can I please go now?"
"Ellie you're a witness to murder you can't just leave, the people who did this don't let witnesses live and you didn't answer my question."
Ellie remained silent deciding not to answer any more questions; it was after all her life at stake.
After eventually giving up Tony left the room to talk to McGee, who'd ran a cheek on all teenage girls missing named Ellie. He got three results bit none of them looked the slightest bit like her. Gibbs wasn't happy.
"So what you're telling me is that we have no forensic evidence, our only witness won't talk to us and we don't even know who she is or how old she is."
"Yes but I might be able to find out," Tony asked as he started making phone calls. After about twenty minutes Tony hung up the phone, "I think I know who she is."
Tony clicked a button and a picture of the girl appeared on the screen, it was of her and several others all wearing identical Lycra body suits.
"How on earth did you find that?" McGee asked impressed.
"Not the point McGee. The point is her name is Ellie Elle and the Secutary of her netball club said she doesn't know her well as she's just a substitute but I've got a number of her friend off the team," Tony told them impressed with himself.
Tony and Ziva were instructed to go pick her friend up and bring her back hoping to find out more about her friend Ellie.
"McGee, now we know se speaks English I want you to go talk to here," Gibbs ordered.
"Ahh, are you sure that's a good idea boss?"
"Do it McGee!"
"Yes boss."
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"Is this the place?" Tony asked Ziva who was reading the map while he was driving.
"Almost, just a couple more streets," after which was an awkward silence.
Ziva finally broke it, "what happened the other night Tony?"
"Nothing as you very well know, can we not talk about it and focus on the case?"
"Fine, how did you know she speaks English? Her Russian is very good, with the perfect accent and all; I would have never guessed that she could of spoken English or her name."
Tony didn't answer, so Ziva asked again until he did.
"I saw her the day before the murder okay, are you happy?"
"Tony! You should have told Gibbs that you knew her; this could blow up in our face and we could let the killer get away with murder," Ziva shouted.
"I know that DaVid, no can we focus on he case"
"No, I want to know if you slept with her," she asked quietly knowing this was a very personal question.
"What?"
"Did you sleep with her?"
"Not that it's any of your business but no I didn't Ziva, now an we get back to work, I think we're here?"
"It's the brick house with the big fence," Ziva told him as she read the number on the fence.
The parked the car and walked to the front door. No cars were in the driveway but they knocked on the door anyway, someone might still be home.
A pretty brunette girl opened the door, "yes," then she saw the badges, "officers?"
"We're looking for Miss Blackling, have you seen her?" Ziva asked.
"What's this about?"
"Her friend was a witness to a crime we need her to come comfort her, is she home?"
"Blackling come here," the girl yelled over her shoulder, shortly enough a dirty blonde haired girl appeared.
"Oh my god, you're Tony right from the netball centre?"
Ziva shot Tony a look, which Tony ignored, "yeah that's me."
"This is about Ellie isn't it?" She asked cautiously.
"Why would you say that?" Ziva asked.
"Our parents are away and the let us three stay here by ourselves, but it turned out tat Ellie didn't end up staying her after all. But we told the parents she is, please don't tell them, we promised to keep Leo a secret!"
"Leo's dead," Ziva told the two girls bluntly.
"How's Ellie, is she okay?"
"She's okay but you'll have to come with us Miss Blackling," Tony told the teenage girl.
"Sure just let me grab a jacket," she told them as she ran off and grabbed her coat.
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Da-da-da-dum! Da-da-da-dum!
I figured out the coolest plot, Kate comes back, but no guarantees they get back together, sorry guys.
Now if you want to find out what's going to happen review and I'll write another chapter.