"Thanks for not making Kate come into the field Boss." I say, as I walk behind him, surveying the body.
"Uh-huh." He grunts, taking a swig of his coffee
I got into work early about month ago to explain to Gibbs that I think something's wrong with Kate, though what I don't know. I asked him to limit the amount of times we take her into the field. This is the first time he's left her behind since then.
"Dinozzo! Get to work or I'll start leaving you behind!" Snaps Gibbs
"Yes Boss!" I yelp, hurrying over stand near Gibbs and Ducky.
"Cause of death, Duck?" asks Gibbs
"Oh, well that's fairly obvious Jethro! Shot straight through the forehead. Death was instantaneous. It was also…" he pauses as he pulls the liver thermometer out. "About six hours ago."
"Anything else, Duck?" double checks Gibbs, as I snap more photos of the victim.
"Not that I see now, but I'll alert you should anything come up." Promises Ducky as he continues examining the Gunny's Corpse.
"Dinozzo! Perimeter!" Orders Gibbs.
"Yes Boss!" I say, turning to make rounds by the picnic tables surrounding the body.
I stop, when carved into the wood of the table about three down from the body are the words "Check, Gibbs. Your move."
"Gibbs!" I yell, taking photos
Gibbs runs over and looks at the table, eyes darkening with anger and worry
"Ari." Gibbs says, his voice a low, deadly growl.
"What does check mean?" I ask, Confused
"I don't know." Snarls Gibbs, worry and concern straining his face
"Well, it could be a good thing." I try. Gibbs has the look he wears when he is truly and deeply pissed off and worried.
"No. It's about to get one hell of a lot worse."
"How do you know boss?"
"My gut." He snarls.
