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Chapter Four: Working Out

"DiNozzo, anything from the other crime scenes?" Gibbs asked as the younger agent walked into the bullpen the next morning.

"No joy, Boss." Tony turned towards his desk, but found Woody sitting in his chair. Woody smiled. Tony turned away disgruntled.

Ziva joined them. "They're all clean as a flute," she said.

"Whistle, Ziva," Tony corrected. "Clean as a whistle…though I never really understood that one."

Jordan came around from her place behind Woody. "Not really surprising, since they've all been released," she said. "Nigel, did you and Abby get any hits from the DNA database?"

"Not a one, luv," he replied. "So our fem fatal is not in the military, nor has she ever committed a crime before."

"You mean she's never been caught," interjected Woody. "If she's gunning down Marines, I doubt that this is her first offense."

Jordan continued, "All right, so we need to—"

"Stop talking and get to work!" Gibbs yelled.

Jordan spun around and glared at him. "What do you think we're doing?" she asked.

"First of all, this isn't only your case. You don't have the authority to take it over. Second, I'm in charge," Gibbs replied.

Jordan smirked. "Well, you'll have to be a bit flexible. Where we come from, we don't usually care about rules or authority figures."

Gibbs looked like he was thinking about head slapping her, even if she was a girl.

Woody stood up. "You asked for us to come down here…if you don't want our help, we'll take our evidence back home to Boston and solve the case from there," he said.

"We've been doing most of it for you, anyway," Nigel added softly.

They were met with silence. The three agents on Gibb's team looked shocked—no one had stood up to Gibbs like that in recent memory. Gibb's face was unreadable.

Then he smiled a bit. "Okay…what are you proposing?"

"We need to figure out how the killer chooses her victims," Jordan said. "Not necessarily the pathology—we won't be able to really figure that out until we know who she is. I mean where she finds her victims—hopefully, she follows a pattern that we can pick up on."

"McGee!" Gibbs called.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Pull up the reports on all the victims. Find out where all of their bodies were found, and the last place they were seen alive."

"On it."

Within a few minutes, McGee had the data pulled up on the plasma screen TV. "Okay…we've got victims found on the beach, in alleys, in the park, at their homes…nowhere in common."

"How about the last place they were seen?" Woody asked.

"That might be more promising," McGee went on. "Two of them were last seen running on the beach…including one from Boston…three were at the base gym…another one running in the park…and the last three were last seen doing calisthenics with their units."

"How is that more promising, Probie? They may have been in groups…kind of, but they're mostly McScattered all over town," Tony teased. Gibbs smacked him on the head again. "Thank you, Boss."

"Well, they were well-built, yes?" Ziva looked towards Jordan, who nodded. "Perhaps they were all exercising." She looked over at Tony. "Of course, I can see why you wouldn't be able to figure that out."

Woody couldn't help a soft chuckle. Then he got serious. "I think you're right…all of them were dressed in work out clothes—no uniforms or jeans or anything."

Jordan was still studying the locations. "Anyone could get to these Marines at the beach and the park…but how many would have access to their bases?"

"Yeah, I thought the killer wasn't in the Marines," Tony said. "You have to be one of them to use their gym."

"To actually use the gym, yes you do have to be a Marine…but not to be on the base," McGee said. "What if the killer works on base?"

"That makes sense," Ziva commented. "But how did she get to Boston, then? Transferred?"

Jordan referred back to the plasma. "Neither of them was last seen on base, so she wasn't necessarily transferred."

"Vacation," Gibbs said. They all looked at him. "She was on vacation…that's why there were only two murders in Boston."

"How can you be sure, though?" Woody asked. "The Boston murders were the last two…she could still be there."

"My gut," Gibbs answered simply.

The phone rang. Tony answered it. When he hung up he said, "Gut's working just fine, as usual. They just found another body."

"Gear up," Gibbs said. He looked at Jordan, Woody, and Nigel. "You three stay here…see if you can pull anything else out of the reports."

Woody already had his gun holstered. "I don't think so," he said. "We're going too, or we're going back to Boston."

Gibbs sighed. "Fine, but stay out of the way."

They all moved towards the elevator, but not all of them could fit inside. Jordan and Woody stayed behind to take the next one. Both of them smiled as the doors closed, giving them a few moments to themselves before they reached the ground floor.

Jordan moved close to Woody, putting her arms around his waist. "Nice going, hot shot," Jordan whispered in his ear before giving him a kiss.