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Chapter Five: Revolving Doors

Jordan and Ducky were bent low over the body. Around them, controlled chaos reigned as the other members of the team took pictures, drew sketches, and interviewed witness…and Gibbs sipped his coffee.

"It looks like we have another winner," Ducky said. "Or loser, shall I say."

"Yep," Jordan agreed. "Two shots…point blank range. He never had a chance."

"Time of death?" Gibbs asked.

"Liver temp says about two hours ago," Ducky supplied. "And Jordan found some sweat spatter on his shirt, so we'll run it against the sweat found on the other victims."

Jordan stood up and stretched. "We're not far from the base gym…she must have used a silencer. The shots would have been too loud otherwise," she commented. "This is the only murder that actually happened on base, right?"

Gibbs nodded.

Jordan tutted. "She's getting more desperate—maybe not taking the time to sweet-talk the men off of the base first. Why don't Woody and I go over to the gym and talk to whoever is the supervisor? Maybe he or she saw something."

"Take McGee with you," Gibbs said. Woody and Jordan looked a bit put-out, so Gibbs added, "No one will ever talk to you unless you're with an agent."

"Fine," Woody said. McGee was okay…much better than Tony. "Let's go."

McGee flashed his badge at the Marine at the door and asked to see the supervisor on duty.

"I'm PFC Peterson," a tall, blond man said. He shook everyone's hands. "What can I do for NCIS?"

"Do you know if a Sergeant Myers was at the gym today?" Jordan jumped in. Woody rolled his eyes…it was just easier to let her have her way.

The Marine nodded. "Sure, he comes in here regularly. In fact, he was here just a few hours ago."

"What time?" Woody asked.

"Let's see…he came in around noon and stayed for an hour," PFC Peterson answered. "Everyone has to sign in, so I can get the log book for the exact time."

"Yeah, we'll be needing that," Woody said. "Was he acting differently than the other times you've seen him?"

"No…not really. He's kind of a ladies' man, so he always chats them up while he's here," Peterson said. "Why, is he in some kind of trouble?"

"Actually…he's dead," Jordan said. The Marine's face paled. "He was found on base about 45 minutes ago…are you sure there was nothing strange about his behavior? Or maybe, a certain woman he took interest in?"

Peterson slowly shook his head. "No…no. Like I said, he was always chasing skirts. I didn't see him leave with anyone in particular, but you can ask the others who were here if you'd like."

"That'd be great," McGee finally got a word in.

Peterson showed them into the main workout area, and the three spread out and began interviewing people.

McGee walked up to a woman working on the treadmill. "Excuse me, ma'am?" he said, showing her his badge. "I was wondering if you saw this man here today?"

She examined the photograph McGee handed her. "Yeah, he was here…he was flirting with me," she rolled her eyes. "I've already got a boyfriend, so I didn't pay much attention to him. He got bored with me and tried with another chick. They left together."

McGee waved the others over to him. "This is Detective Hoyt and Dr. Cavanaugh, they're helping with the investigation. You said that Sergeant Myers left with a woman. Could you describe her?"

The woman thought for a moment. "She was tiny, shorter than most women. Umm…she had brown hair…grey eyes, I think. Must have been around 35 or so, and 120 pounds."

Woody and McGee both wrote furiously in their notebooks. Without looking up, Woody asked, "Would you mind coming back with us and working with a sketch artist?"

"Uhh..sure. Today is my day off, so that won't be a problem," she said.

"Anything else you noticed about this woman?" Jordan pushed.

"Well, she wasn't military."

"How do you know?" all three asked at once.

"Because she didn't salute anyone, and there were lots of senior officers around. They didn't raise a fuss, so she had to be a civilian."

Jordan turned to the guys. "If we get a good sketch, we can run it through a list of all civilian employees here, and cross check it with those who were on vacation for the past two weeks."

McGee looked at her for a beat. "Where'd you learn all of this stuff? I thought you were a medical examiner."

"My dad was a cop…I've been doing this since I was eleven." Jordan smiled at McGee's shocked reaction.

Woody just smirked. "I haven't been able to teach her the difference between 'cop' and 'coroner' yet. I don't think I ever will."

Back in Abby's lab, fingers were flying madly over the keyboard. Nigel and Abby were trying to out-work one another in a fierce, slightly flirtatious, computer-geek battle.

All the while, the rest of the team was trying to keep up with what they were saying. Luckily, McGee was there to translate.

"Okay…basically, they've input the sketch the lady Marine gave us, and they've hacked into the base's civilian employee records."

"Yeah, so we have to download all of their driver's licenses to get a proper picture, and then try to find a match," Nigel said without taking his eyes off the computer screen.

Abby spared Gibbs a glance. "Don't look at me like that! You'll be down as soon as we find anything, but it's going to take some time."

Nigel's machine beeped. He read the screen and smiled wickedly. "I beg to differ, luv." He turned around and leered at her.

After another moment went by, Woody spoke. "So Nige…the results? Sometime today?"

"Oh, right." Nigel turned back around. "Our face matches the lovely Miss Denise Jenkins. Works as a secretary in the Personnel Office."

Gibbs looked at Tony and Woody. "Bring her in."

As they left, they heard a soft "Oww!" as Abby punched Nigel lightly on the arm.