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For All the World to See, Part I
It is now a week after La Grenouille had disappeared and his car had blown up in the Monroe University parking lot. Tony walks back into the bullpen on the third floor and smiles when he sees Kate seated at the desk that has been squeezed in between his and McGee's. Gibbs had ordered maintenance to take out the end partition so they could move McGee's desk farther back. This is the first time he has seen her with her dark chocolate hair—which is at touch lighter than he remembers— since she has been back and even though she had looked absolutely stunning with the blonde hair, she looks more like the woman he had known as she sits typing away at the computer and it makes a bright smile form on his lips. He notes her bright red top and the fact that her hair is done in tight spiral curls that are half pulled back. He immediately recognizes that even on the outside she is different than when she "left". He knows he had been a jerk to her the day she left to go to L.A., but that was because he had been still recovering from his anger about her lying to him. He has now gotten over it and is ready to be her friend and fellow team member.
"Kate, are you trying to make me look bad? I came in extra early because it's been a week since I was out in the field, but you have to have set a new record. How long have you been here?" she just gives a shrug and he glances at the clock the reads a few minutes after seven.
"I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on, DiNozzo, I have been gone for almost two years," Tony gives her a sad smile as he walks farther into the squad room.
"Better get started then," he says with a chuckle walking behind his desk and watching her out of the corner of his eye.
"Don't you see what I'm doing," he gives her a smile before turning on his computer and shakes his head. He can't get over how good it is to have her back. He is interested to see what the dynamic is going to be like with all five of them working as a team along with Ducky, Palmer, and Abby.
He is surprised to see that she has completely ignored his rude behavior from the week before, but he assumes that she just wants to jump right back into things without anymore drama than necessary. He sits down at his desk and starts types away at his computer. An hour and a half later Ziva comes in with her pack on her back looking ready for action.
"Anxious are we, Ziva?" he says emphasizing her first name by rolling the z and emphasizing the v and a.
"What would make you think that, Tony?" Kate laughs in the background and Ziva sends her a smile.
"What have you been up to?" Tony asks glancing between the two of them.
"I finally found a suitable apartment and am still in the process of finding some furniture, I'm stuck sleeping on the floor until I find what I need," Tony gives a smile as he pictures Kate giving a huff about sleeping on the floor. He notes she does look well rested though.
Ziva responds with a rather Ziva like statement, "Whatever I did this week is none of your business and you would be the absolute last person I would tell." Tony looks between the two women and when Kate gives Ziva nod of approval he knows he is in for it.
"If you two are done fighting, get you gear, we have a dead Navy Captain. Where the hell is McGee?" Kate nods grabbing her newly reassembled backpack, NCIS fleece jacket, and hat. When she places the hat on her head he feels warmth spread through his heart at seeing her looking like a true NCIS agent again.
"Gas the truck," he catches the keys just as Gibbs throws them and McGee appears around the corner getting off the elevator. Gibbs gives him a look and the junior agent a glare and the man gets back into the elevator as they follow.
"Who's the victim?" McGee asks as they all stare up at the building after passing under the crime scene tape that had been set up as to stop rubberneckers from getting any closer than the sidewalk. Though those gathered around the tape are still getting a good view of the body that is hang out of an open window half way up the building. From down here it is obvious that the man is in civvies instead of being dressed in Services Whites or any other naval uniform.
"Captain John Donahue," says the male Metro detective who walks towards them having ducked under the crime scene. He is slim built, tall and has perfectly quaffed hair blonde hair. He gives them a nod and he takes a long moment to look at Kate and Ziva. So the man obviously likes brunettes. Though Tony thinks the man would have to be blind to not notice the two of them.
"Who discovered him, detective?" the man gives them a look of 'seriously' as Gibbs says this and the man has a point.
"Detective Tom Morrison, you must be Agent Gibbs," Gibbs in turn gives the detective his annoyed 'obviously' expression that Tony has gotten more times than he can count. He is sure that the count is right up there with the amount of times he has been head slapped.
"Agent DiNozzo, Todd, McGee, and Officer David," they each take their turn nodding at their introduction.
"He was discovered by one of the security guards around 4:30 am," McGee quickly scribbles that down on his notepad and Tony takes a long moment to try and commit this fact to memory.
"There is typically no traffic around this part of town after about 2 and until 4," they take this in each with a nod of understanding.
"What about the traffic cameras a block down?" McGee asks and Tony turns towards where the man is pointing and marvels, albeit silently, that the junior agent had seen that.
"There are two cameras, only problem is one is pointed to pick up people running reds and at the crosswalk, so other than possibly catching the Captain driving here you aren't going to get much," Tony bites his tongue as to not say anything about the man's assumption that this is suicide especially since this is a very public way to go out.
"I'm willing to hand jurisdiction over to NCIS, one less body for us to handle," Gibbs nods and walks up the steps towards the building without another word.
"Thank you, Detective Morrison," Tony notices the man's eyes linger on Kate after she says this and she flashes her pearly white teeth at the man, a flicker of interest in her eyes. Tony hopes to god that they don't need help on this one because of that obvious attraction between Morrison and Kate.
"Give me a call if you need anything, Agent Todd," the man hands his card towards Kate and Tony decides to cut off this little interaction.
"Thank you, detective, I think we have got it from here," he snatches the card from the man and gives an eyebrow raise before turning away. As he and Kate walk towards the others the woman gives him a warning look. As soon as he is turned away from her he lets a smirk fill his lips.
"How are we going to get to the body?" Tony asks as they all stare up at the almost twenty story building. The Naval Officer is hanging from an open window on the tenth floor. His body hangs from between the tenth and ninth floor.
"Carefully, DiNozzo!" Tony cringes as Gibb's head slap connects with the back of his head. It is too early in the morning to endure anymore head slaps so Tony decides to be on his best behavior. He hears the soft snicker from Kate and when he turns back to look at her, she just shrugs.
"Gibbs, I can rappel off the floor above to the body and collect possible evidence before Ducky has to remove the body," Ziva says and Tony watches as Gibbs considers it.
"Have a lone enough rope, David?" Tony thinks that is a reasonable question, but the Israeli woman just nods before rolling her eyes at him.
She nods and Tony is surprised when Kate speaks up, "Gibbs, I can also do it."
"Both of you go," he says and Tony watches in surprises as the two women walks calmly to the truck to retrieve ropes and some climbing gear.
"McGee, take a sketch from down here and interview the witnesses that Metro are holding onto and then join DiNozzo and I in the interior crime scene."
Twenty minutes later after going over the crime scene and taking photos Tony looks around surprised by how untouched it is up here. Tony's eyes widened as he sees Kate and Ziva working away at the outside glass hoping for possible fingerprints to determine if the officer was dead or alive before he went out the window.
"How are you two doing out there?" Tony says poking his head out the window. He notes that the civvies the man is wearing are gym clothes, a gray Navy shirt, a pair of dark blue sweatpants and simple white sneakers.
"Fine, Tony," the both say curtly at the same time and he chuckles as they exchange raised eyebrows in amusement. When the two women smile at each other, he worries he might not survive very long with two very strong willed women who both are out to get him.
He sticks his head out farther and shifts so he was away from the body, but towards Kate, who is to his right.
"So, where did you learn to do that because I frankly remember Gibbs having to push you off the lift and I had to promise catch you?" he gives her a smirk at the last part.
"There are a lot of things, I've learned DiNozzo," she winks and Tony can't help the heat that surges through is body as he thinks of all the sexual things that could entail.
"God, mind out of the gutter, Tony," she says and Tony is waiting for a whack in the legs because she can't exactly elbow him in the ribs from her position hanging from the side of a building below him.
"Got everything out there, David and Todd?" Tony steps away from the window so Gibbs can talk to the two women below.
"There are no prints on the glass out here and now that I've seen the body I can make a sketch of the orientation of things outside," Gibbs gives a satisfied nod.
"Ladies, if you would so kindly help me with the body," the medical examiner scoots around him to also lean out the window.
"Of course Ducky," the two women grab the Captain by the legs and push him up to Ducky and the elderly man grabs him perfectly.
"Jimmy if you would pull please," the Scottish man ushered his geeky medical assistant towards where the rope is tied to the ledge.
The assistant pulls the rope and after a moment the two women push the body up so the two men can grab it ever so carefully as to not disturb any physical evidence that has yet to be collected. Tony laughs because the Autopsy Gremlin looks ridiculously weak as he tries to pull the body in with the help of the two women.
"What have you got, Duck?"
"I have just been introduced to the Captain would you give me a moment," Gibbs gives a hesitant nod and Ducky continues his examination. Gibbs shrugs and walks away while Tony continues to take pictures.
"Time of death was between 2300 and 030 at night. There is obvious petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes which indicates that he died of asphyxiation," Tony glances around at the empty room and he wonders if they will find anything of value other than possible shoe prints. So far it is looking like suicide.
"That's almost six hours before he was discovered, boss," the man nods at Tony's statement. It's a long time for the body to go unnoticed, but it is possible that if this isn't a suicide that some waited to hang the body.
"Did he hang himself, Duck?"
"I can't be sure until I get him back to a more respectable place. Hopefully the Captain can give me some much needed answers. This reminds me of a reenactment I saw in London in the late '60's of the old gallows that the British use to use…" Tony tunes Ducky out after this as he begins his sketch of the interior crime scene.
Tony glances up from his sketch pad when Ziva and Kate walk into the room. They both look around obviously looking for something out of place, but there is nothing because the room is empty except for them and the body which Ducky is still looking over with Palmer.
They process the rest of the scene and collect some trace evidence, but there is very little as the office they are standing in is empty and up until recently had been used for storage according to the quivering secretary who had worked just outside this particular office.
Two hours later they are back at the Navy Yard and all trace evidence has been sent down to Abby and, Ducky and Palmer are busy at work starting the autopsy.
"Have we determined why the Captain was even at this particular building and floor?" Kate looks up from her computer screen.
"So, boss, the entire 20 floors are divided into ten separate businesses. Nine take up 2 floors each. The tenth floor is the bottom level of a private investment firm and they have looked through their records extensively and found no immediate connections to Captain Donahue. I sent a list of immediate and extended relatives, but that is going to come back as a dead end," Kate waits for Gibbs to walk around the desk and head slap Tony.
"Nothing is a dead end until all the facts are back, DiNozzo," Kate just smirks and he narrows his eyes at her in a glare.
"Got anything from his bank records, McGee?" Tony turns to McGee as Gibbs leans over the youngest agent.
"He's got very little purchases for being back in the states for the last week and a half; it seems that the wife has been doing all the shopping," Gibbs gives a nod.
"Kate, what do you have regarding his naval career?"
She gets up from her desk and grabs the remote and pulls the service record up on the plasma near Gibbs' desk. "He joined the Navy in 1980 at the age of 18. He specialized in Intelligence as the three levels of Petty Officer. He then went into Officer training at the Naval Academy and became an Ensign at age 26. He was an ensign for three years before being promoted to Junior Grade Lieutenant. And so on and so forth, he was made Captain of his own ship just a year ago. His Commanding Officer, Rear Admiral Davidson, had nothing, but good things to say and said that within ten years Donahue could have been an Admiral. All I can say he was the boy scout of the Navy. Gibbs he has a clean service record and a ton of commendations. There isn't even one incident report in almost 30 years of service," he gives her nod.
"Did he have any competitions for those ranks?" asks Ziva and Kate goes back to her desk to check.
"I'll compile a list, but as I said before there isn't one incident on record," Tony can tell that it doesn't bode well for their investigation if they can't seem to dig up a motive as well as a suspect if this turns out to not be suicide.
"From what I've seen of his record it seems unlikely that he committed suicide, but it is still possible, Gibbs. Though I have known many people who have been able to hide their depression from even their closest family members or spouses," the silver haired man grumbles at Kate's assessment.
"They wife has been informed and she is waiting for any update. She told me she last saw her husband around 2130 when he went to the gym," Tony adds with a grimace at having to talk to the grieving widow briefly on the phone.
"I contacted the gym and faxed over a photo of Captain Donahue. They confirmed that he was there from 2200 to 2300. His car is still in their lot. They also told me that they don't have any security cameras in the parking lot only in the entrance to the gym itself. I'm having them send over the footage to confirm when he left and when he entered the gym right now," McGee states.
"So, so far we have nothing," Tony isn't surprised to hear the annoyance in his boss' voice.
They get to work looking over the paper trail and wait until Abby or Ducky have more to add on whether it was murder or suicide. It is definitely looking like the former.
Gibbs motions for her to follow him an hour after their little conference on Donahue and she does so.
When they enter autopsy it is obvious that Ducky had barely begun to open up the man.
"Ah, Jethro, Caitlin, I have just started, but I can tell you that this is definitely murder. The angle of the sub-dermal bruising on his neck indicates that he was chocked from behind before he was strung up and put on display for the world to see. If he had hung himself the bruising would be in a v pattern and it would be closer to his C-1 and C-2 vertebrae," Kate takes this in as she joins Gibbs near the autopsy table.
"Whatever the ligature was that was used to strangle him wasn't rope, there were no fibers in the wound track or under his fingernails. I will know more in the next few hours," she gives a thankful nod.
"Thanks Duck," she gives him a smile as she runs to catch up with Gibbs who has already left at hearing all he needs to hear.
"Thanks, Ducky," she says over her shoulder.
"Oh, you are welcome, Caitlin. I hope that we can get together for dinner soon," she has missed the Scottish doctor.
"That would be lovely, Ducky," she gives him a smile before running to catch up to Gibbs before the elevator doors closed.
She arrives just before the elevator doors closed and the man gives her a raised eyebrow.
"Gibbs…?" she starts to ask.
"What?!" the man asks pulling the emergency stop lever and the lights dim in the elevator.
"Don't be angry at Director Shepard, she did what she thought was right," in turn the man scoffs. He obviously is still unimpressed by Jenny's quest for vengeance.
Kate has a feeling that the anger that Gibbs has at Jenny has already dissipated a significant amount, but he is holding onto a visible grudge for his own benefit and to punish his former partner who Kate still thinks was more than just that.
"If you question me again like that Agent Todd, you will be out of here faster than you can go whining to your new best friend, Director Shepard," Kate chuckles when the man finishes and instead of Gibbs giving her a glare he lets a small smile before stepping forward and switching the lever so the car continues to travel up to the third floor.
"You still have balls, Todd," she smiles again letting a laugh roll from her lips and a few seconds later the car comes to a stop and the doors slide open.
"Nice to have you back, Kate," she nods and follows him out back towards the squad room.
When they arrive there Ziva, Tony, and Tim are all hard at work looking for connections.
Kate walks to her desk and takes a seat before bringing up the profile on Captain Donahue that she had been looking at before
"Todd, McGee go interview Captain Donahue's widow," Kate gets up from her new desk and grabs her purse and then slides open the main drawer and pulls out her Sig, just in case.
"Right away, boss," McGee fires off and she gives Gibbs a nod before taking off towards the elevator.
Kate takes a deep breath and reminds herself that even though it has been almost a year since she has interviewed a victim's family member she knows what she is doing. She gives McGee a nod as she takes a deep breath preparing to ring the doorbell.
"Don't worry, Kate, I've got your back," she gives Tim a smile because he really is the nicest guy.
"Thanks, McGee, I think I can handle talking to the grieving widow," the junior agent gives her a nod.
"It could be her," that is a very cynical view of things, but it has happened before in her experience.
"That sounds like something Tony would say, cynical and chauvinistic," Kate just shakes her head with a laugh when McGee gives her a look signaling that is obviously where he had drawn up that lovely piece of information.
She rings the bell and they wait a long moment before the woman opens the door with puffy eyes and frazzled hair and Kate has to say if it is her she is a darn good actor.
"Mrs. Donahue, NCIS, Agent Todd and McGee," the woman nods and lets them in.
"Was my husband murdered? Because I know for a fact that John would never take his own life!" Kate is surprised at how blunt the woman is especially considering they have barely made it through the door.
"Yes, I'm sorry," the woman grief overtakes her and Kate nods to McGee to help the woman towards the nearest chair. After the woman has collapsed into a chair they give her a few moments to get herself together and as Kate exchanges looks with McGee she can tell this might take a while.
"I'm sorry, I… I don't…understand," Kate glances towards her and she can tell that the woman's grief is real, but underneath it she can tell that there something else that is making it hard for the woman to connect her words and her thoughts together.
"It's quite alright, Mrs. Donahue take your time. I know you are going through a lot right now, but is it alright if we ask you a few questions," the woman gives a hesitant nod wiping the stray tears from underneath her eyes and off her cheeks.
Kate takes a deep breath as she opens her notepad and gives a sad smile to the woman across from her and she glances over at McGee who also takes a deep breath each preparing to ask some rather difficult questions. Kate knows they need to start off easy especially since they had just broken the news that her husband had been murdered.
"When did your husband make it back from Norfolk?"
"Sunday last week, he drove all the way home as soon as the ship was docked and the skeleton crew had been in place. He couldn't… wait to be home, I'm sorry…" Kate is glad to see that the woman can at least answer that without completely falling apart again.
"You told Agent DiNozzo that you saw you husband last at 930 last night before he left the house," the woman nods crumbling the tissue in her hand a little.
""Yeah, he went to work out at the gym. He was still adjusting to the time difference from being away at sea so he was out of the house at weird hours," Kate nods and she can tell that woman isn't lying about this.
"How has he been adjusting to being back from?" McGee asks and Kate tilts her head knowing that what the woman says next and how she says it is going to define a lot about the questions they ask next and how the conduct the investigation.
"He was doing fine… at least I think, he didn't talk about his work to me. He didn't like to, but I could tell he was still worried about what was going on with the fleet and what is happening in Iraq and Afghanistan," the woman says after a moment and Kate can see the frustration the woman has at the fact that she didn't know anymore about what her husband was going through.
"How long were you married?" Kate's eyes catch site of the wedding photo on the mantel.
"It would be 21 years in three months," McGee lets out a long puff of air and Kate looks at him the woman's words pulling a little on her heartstrings.
Kate can tell that McGee is going to segue into a more personal issue stuff hoping to see if there is a reason that the Captain was murdered, "Have you and your husband been having any problems lately?"
"Not more than any other husband and wife, where the husband is away 11 months out of the year. We fought, but we were also married for twenty years, it would be a marriage if we didn't fight ever so often," the woman looks at both of them through puffy eyes and truthfully Kate notices how calm the woman looks especially after she had just broken down a moment ago; it is like a complete shift in her behavior.
"Did your husband ever mention any problems at work?" she knows if there is anyone has heard about those problems it would probably be the wife since most men she had met tended towards ranting when in the presence of their significant other.
"Not that he would tell me about," the woman scoffs obviously annoyed at how little communication she had gotten from her now dead husband.
"But, I'm guessing that you knew more about it than you let on," the woman across from her looks down at her hands, but nods.
"Yeah, he always worried about how his crew was performing compared to the rest of the fleet, but it was uncalled for because they were one of the best kept crews."
"Did he have any complaints from his crew; we didn't find any on file?"
"There were a few, no one of note. From what I know, John was a fair man and the crew respected him. John may have been a stubborn man and set impossible standards, but he knew that it inspired them to work harder," Kate is surprised by how even those passionate words seem to fall flat as if something is holding the woman back from expressing any emotion besides sadness. From what she knows it is very typical of a person going through the grieving process because denial is a big part of not only the first few days or weeks even months. She also knows that people go in and out of sadness.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I can't talk about this right now," like a snap of the fingers the woman is once again at the other end of the spectrum as she starts to stand.
"We understand, Mrs. Donahue. We can come back later, but first we were wondering if we could take a quick look around?" she asks softly hoping that her tone will make it so her words don't get misconstrued as being brash and invasive especially since the woman just lost her husband.
"Of course, I…I just... I'm sorry; could you just let yourselves out when you are done?" Kate sees McGee nod out of the corner of her eye and she knows that their search is just a precursor to the one they would probably do in the next few days.
She glances around the room looking for something out of place as the woman walks away towards the bedroom and they know it is best to not disturb her.
She heads towards the kitchen before nodding for McGee to check the other rooms.
Kate catches sight of a pamphlet for St. Matthews Episcopal Church on the counter as she glances around the kitchen.
She glances up at the footsteps and she gives the woman a nod.
"We were just on our way out," Kate says giving a soft smile hoping that the woman is calm enough to talk for a minute.
"I'm sorry about that back there, I guess it just finally hit me that John is gone and that someone murdered him. My husband is gone," Kate gives her a pat on the back.
"No need to apologize. Are you and your husband members of Saint Matthews?"
"Oh no, I… it came in the mail I guess I just forgot to throw it out," Kate can tell the woman is lying, but she isn't sure why and she also happen to have noticed that at time was written on the corner of it.
"The wife was a bust, boss," Kate gives McGee a look and he gives a shrug that signifies he is sorry that he phrased it that way.
"She didn't give us anything we didn't already know, Gibbs," the man nods and turns back to his computer.
"Nothing in his car or at the lot, boss. Whoever attacked him either knew what they were doing or knew how to clean up the scene quickly," Tony says appearing around the corner with Ziva at his side.
"We had the car brought to Abby, but it doesn't look like there is going to be any evidence, Gibbs," the man nods.
They all look over the files for the next few hours and the sun quickly sets and the sky descends into darkness. By eleven o'clock everyone is tired and without anything to go on everyone is antsy.
"I've got nothing," Kate lets out looking out the window at the now darkened sky.
"Is it possible that this is just random?" Ziva asks and Kate glances over at her and the truth is that
"Not possible," Gibbs says returning from getting himself a new cup of coffee.
"Why because strangling someone is personal?" questions Kate even though she doesn't fully believe her own words.
"Well, yeah and they attacked him before he could get to his car which was a couple hundred yards from the entrance to the gym," Gibbs has a point.
Gibbs nods and Kate glances first at McGee and then Tony seeing if they will add something.
"Boss, there are many reported serial killers who have strangled their victims who were strangers to them," Kate nods confirming what Tim is saying to be true.
"Thank you that information, McGee. Whoever killed this guy strung him up for half of D.C. to see, sounds pretty personal to me," Gibbs always going for the obvious.
"Whoever it is we can't seem to find a connection to him, boss," she glances over at Tony and she is shocked to see him be the one to almost be giving up.
Gibbs motions for them to follow and all of them except for McGee make their way to the front elevator to meet Abby down in the evidence garage.
"Gibbs, Gibbs," Abby says cheerfully as all four of them exit the elevator into the garage. The woman is wearing a red NCIS jumpsuit having obviously been collecting evidence from the car.
"Find something, Abs?" the man asks simply.
When the woman's face falls Kate knows she hasn't found anything yet.
"The car is clean. Other than some dust from sitting at Norfolk for the last eleven months. The tank is half full, but that doesn't give us any clues. I'm sorry, Gibbs," I don't have anything.
"Was his gym bag in the trunk?" Tony asks stepping towards the black BMW.
"No, there is nothing in this car. Not even his wallet or an extra set of keys," if Kate didn't know any better she would think that the woman is excited to have found nothing, but she also knows that Abby is just a happy person.
"What about the security footage that Donahue's gym sent over?" Tony asks and he has a good point in asking this.
"It just confirmed what the manager told McGee, that Captain Donahue arrived at ten o'clock and left at eleven. I ran facial recognition on all of the exercisers who exited or arrived around the gym around the same time as Donahue nothing. Just your average run of the mill people getting in a work out after a late shift. No connection to Donahue or McLaughlin& Associates," they are getting nowhere on this one.
"I also ran the security footage collected by Metro from the bottom floor of McLaughlin& Associates. Nothing and I mean nothing from ten when the last person left until the time that the first associated arrived. Same as the garage and the lobby footage. There are no security cameras in the stairwells for some reason. Whoever killed Captain Donahue either knew where the cameras were positioned or they are a ghost because I couldn't find any evidence of tampering on the tapes or them having been overridden," now she knows why Abby had been so excited earlier because there seemed to be no explanation as to how someone got up to the tenth floor without being seen especially carrying a body.
"That's good work, Abs," Gibbs says before retreating towards
"But, Gibbs I didn't find anything," the woman hollers after Gibbs who has already scanned his retina and is getting into the elevator.
"Not your fault, Abs," Gibbs adds before the elevator doors close. Kate nods in agreement and she sees Tony and Ziva doing the same.
They each give Abby a nod before heading towards the elevator to go back to the squad room.
"Go home," they all nod at Gibbs as it has now after one and they have all been silently working since their little talk about finding now leads.
Kate gets up and stretches glad to be out of her chair and heading home even if it is to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. She knows she over paid for her apartment, but it was better to have somewhere permanent to stay then staying at a hotel or motel which had a weekly rate.
She sends each of the team members a warm smile as she packs up her belongings as they scurry to do the same.
She gives Gibbs one final nod as she follows McGee, Ziva, and Tony out.
"Just a second, Agent Todd," Kate turns back to look at the team leader,
"What is it, Gibbs?" she tries to not sound brash, but it is late.
"Just wanted to say, good work," she nods thankful before turning to leave.
"I might like having you as a senior field agent along with DiNozzo," Kate turns back with a smile before running towards the elevator and getting in before the doors close. She throws a satisfied smirk at Tony as the elevator begins its descent.