Chapter 4: IV
"Whose Michael David?" McGee asked.
"An ex cop that worked for the Concord PD who disappeared around the same time, Joseph Scott appeared. I want you and Tony," Gibbs said talking to Ziva, "To go and ask questions down at the department. McGee I want you to try and get any other information on this guy." Gibbs said leaving the office again.
"Where you going?" Ziva asked.
"To see the director," He replied going up stairs to the director's office. "Get going you two," Gibbs said noticing Ziva and Tony not moving from the last place he saw them. Tony sprung his chair back to its original position, grabbing his gun and badge as Ziva returned to her desk to do the same.
" I guess I'll drive," She said, grabbing the keys from Tony's hand,
"Oh no. I don't think so," Tony said snatching it back, "Not since every time you drive, I felt like I went on a roller coaster. I'll drive."
"Fine," She said smiling as they entered the elevator. "Let's just see how good you are."
They reached the Manchester Police Department safe and no signs of whiplash.
"See Ziva, that's how people are normally supposed to drive." Tony said opening the door for her.
"I saw an old woman pass you… on a bicycle." She said walking up to the front desk.
"She was in very good shape and pedaling very fast." Ziva looked at Tony and then turned to speak to a woman in uniform, chewing a piece of gum and reading a book.
"Excuse me," Ziva said getting the woman's attention leaning against the counter. "Where is your homicide department?" The woman looked up.
"Third floor." She said pointing to the elevator.
"Thank you." Ziva said walking towards the elevator following Tony.
"At least no one gets hurt when I drive." Tony said trying to pick up where they left off on their last conversation, entering the elevator.
"Tony, if I say that you're a better driver than me, will you just shut up?"
"Maybe," he said as the elevator opened, smirking a bit as he playfully nudged her in the side. He liked toying with her, irritating her. That was the type of their relationship.
"Hi, we're with the FCIS," Ziva said flashing her badge as Tony did the same to the Chief of the department, walking into his office.
"May I help you?"
"We
wanted to talk to you about one of your agents, Michael
David."
"Michael
David? Why? What happened?" Ziva looked at Tony and debated
whether to tell the chief what happened.
"His body was found at a crime scene in Manchester."
"What?" The chief asked standing up.
"I'm sorry chief," Tony said, waiting for the chief to calm down a bit. "Now that you know what happened to him, can you please tell me anything about him. Anything?"
"Let's see, he retired and disappeared about a year ago." The chief said sitting back down.
"Well, do you know any information like where he went, what caused him to leave?"
"No, all I know was that his hard work, smile and enthusiasm was greatly missed. That Michael never stopped working until the case was closed."
"Anything about his personal life?" Ziva asked while writing down what the chief just said.
"No. Sorry. But you might want to check with his brother over there." The chief said pointing out a glass window. "He probably knows more about Michael. Maybe he can be of more help."
"Thank you, chief."
"No problem. You don't mind conducting the interview in here do you? I don't really want word to spread, we kind of have too much on our plates to have a death as a distraction."
"No, we don't mind at all." Tony said as the chief stood up. He went to the door.
"Mathew." He called. "Please come in here for a second." Mathew put down the papers he was looking at and walked over to the chief's office.
"Mathew David," He immediately said towards Ziva, shaking her hand, after walking in the room. His smile was big and his eyes gleamed with excitement, unbeknownst to what was going to come.
"FCIS. Special agent Tony DiNozzo." Tony said cutting in.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"We need to talk to you about your brother."
"Michael? Have you seen him?"
"Sort of. We found his body down in a crime scene in Manchester."
"What?" Mathew exclaimed out of shock. He began to pace the room. "No, it can't be, it can't be him." He said as his shock soon turned into denial.
"Mathew, we're sorry for your loss." Tony said, trying to calm him down.
"Are you sure it's him?"
"Yes," Ziva added, "We took his dental records and matched it to the body we found." Mathew sat down.
"My brother is dead? How?"
"He was killed in an explosion." Mathew sent a quizzical look to both Tony and Ziva. "We are currently trying to put the pieces to together."
"Why would my brother be in a explosion?" Mathew whispered to himself.
"Look, Mathew," Tony said, "If we are to catch your brother's killer, we need to know a few things from you. Are you ready to answer a few questions?" Mathew paused for a little bit.
"Yeah."
