Disclaimer : You'll have to re-read Chapter 1 for it.
Chapter 2
A post-mortem picture of the dead man was showing on the large screen in the bullpen. Gibbs and his team were looking at the picture, each silently noting little details and formulating a plan of how to solve their newest crime.
"Should I notify the Canadian embassy, boss?" McGee questioned.
"Not just yet. I want confirmation that he is who Miss McLean says he is. Someone a bit more impartial to the situation. She's our only suspect at the moment."
"Anyone know what the alleged Canuck was doing in Washington?" Anthony DiNozzo piped up. His arms folded across his chest, he stared at the picture and vainly compared his own physical features against the dead man. Satisfied that he was the better looking specimen, he refocused his thoughts on the case.
"You were comparing yourself to him, weren't you!" Ziva David accused, glaring at Tony.
"Not much to compare, Ziva." Tony replied smugly. "I'm alive. He's not."
"Would you two focus before I find two agents to replace you?" Gibbs ordered. "McGee…find out who he is and what he was doing here."
"On it, boss." Tim bent over his computer to send out a few inquiries to colleagues.
Ziva stared at the photos as they began a rotation on the screen. The park. A full shot of the dead body. Footprints in the grass nearby. Sara McLean.
"Oooo…nice eyes." Tony commented.
Gibbs smacked the back of Tony's head.
"She's our only suspect, DiNozzo. Find me another."
"You don't think she did it, boss?"
"If she did, she wasn't alone. Find mesomeone else." Gibbs barked.
Ziva continued to stare at the photos, deep in thought. Silently, she slipped back to her desk and picked up her phone.
"Hi, it's me." She said quietly. "I need to ask you something."
Smiling softly, she replied, "It was nothing…the least I could do. Do you work with any members of the Canadian military?"
Ziva sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes…work work. What you just hinted at is not work….okay, okay, by the physics definition, it could be…"
She paused.
Gibbs' ears picked up the quiet conversation of his newest team member. He tuned in to listen.
"Are you working with any members right now? Here in Washington?"
Ziva jotted some information down.
"Okay…five people. Do any of them hold the rank of Captain?...yes, there is a reason why I am asking…no, I'm not in a position to say right now."
Sighing, the brunette replied in a tense voice. "Look, I'm doing my job here. Can you tell me the names of these two Captains?"
Her pen stilled. "Can you come in to see me? We need to talk….okay, see you then. Bye."
Ziva gently hung up the phone and stared at her notes. Gibbs silently approached her desk and waited for her to speak.
"I have a friend." She started.
Tony snorted and started to make a comment only to settle back in his chair after Gibbs stared him down. The older agent turned his blue gaze back to Ziva.
"Her company is involved in the sharing of information and training between the Canadian and American militaries, ever since that friendly fire incident several years back. Currently, she has 5 members of the Canadian military working in Washington, two with the rank of Captain. One of them is named Jason Reed. I've asked her to come in. She should be able to identify the body for us."
"Good work, Ziva." Jethro smiled.
"She'll be here in about an hour."
Nodding, Gibbs announced that he'd be down in autopsy.
"Pssst…Ziva…." Tony stage whispered, leaning across his desk. "Your friend…what's she like?"
Smiling, Ziva replied, "Out of your league, Tony. She prefers men...not boys pretending to be men."