The sun rose over the ships of the Naval Base. It was quite a sight, for those privileged enough to see.
The NCIS rooftop wasn't exactly the most aesthetic of places, but it did have it's moments. It was all part of the attraction.
It was her place of momentary peace. If such thing even existed in the twisted mind of an NCIS Special Agent.
23 hours straight she had been here. It wasn't as though it was rare these days. There were times when she didn't go home for an entire working week. At the mercy of her boss, of course.
She'd had a rather uncomfortable sleep slouched over her desk half the night. The other half, she'd found herself on the floor behind her desk. Which was, if possible, even more uncomfortable.
Sipping the last of her coffee, she took one last glance over the shipping dock and headed back into the bullpen. Adios sanity.
Lunch had came and gone, everyone had eventually given up on going over every single shred of evidence. Everyone, except Gibbs.
"Go over the evidence again."
Throughout the bullpen, collective groans could be heard echoing off the walls.
"Gibbs, we've tried everything short of a second autopsy!" Abby protested.
He turned to look at her, spitefully at first, then a wave of something unreadable came over his face. "Duck?"
"Dear God, man. Do you have any idea how much paperwork that entails?"
"I'll do it for you."
"Not to mention the small fact that it might as well be illegal." Abby continued to argue.
"That's stopped me before?"
"Gibbs, there is so, SO much red tape to get through."
"That's what I employ those 3 for." He said, pointing over at Tony, Kate and Tim.
"Gibbs, no. I'm not doing your dirty work for you on this one. I'm tired and I just wanna go home."
"Kate, last time I let someone get away, it almost cost you your life. I'm not letting that happen to anyone of my men again. Ever."
Something clicked.
"McGee. Get me those phone records again."