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NCIS New Orleans HQ

Past noon

"Rabb, Rabb, I remember that name from somewhere," Patton called out loud.

"Yeah, wasn't he Assistant JAG for Operations for a year or so a few years back?" Brody wondered.

"Checking it now," and the screen showed the person's details. "Rabb, Harmon, Junior," Patton read out, "Graduate, US Naval Academy 1985, F-14A aviator, USS Seahawk until 1993/4. Graduated from Georgetown University Law Center, transferred to the JAG corps. Served as a trial lawyer and investigator until May 1999 when he was authorised to transfer back to an aviator."

"Wow, that's amazing. Usually once your out of aviation, you can't go back," Brody commented.

"Well he didn't stay long. Returned to the JAG Corps in the autumn of the same year and wow, got promoted to full Commander shortly afterwards. Presided over many high profile JAG cases, and wow, received a Silver Star for knocking out a missile with a dirty nuclear warhead..."

"Oh I heard the scuttlebutt about that," Brody remarked. "So that who knocked the missile down."

"Yeah, this guy is a pro-aviator and an attorney. But he's not infalliable; he was arrested by NCIS MCRT on suspicion of murdering a junior JAG officer. He was released in the end as they found the actual murderer."

"Oh yeah, now I remember Gibbs telling me about a JAG Commander he arrested. So he is Rabb. But it doesn't explain how Jennifer ended up living with this Commander Rabb."

"Well, look at this footnote. Petitioned for the custody of a young teenager, Matilda Grace Johnson. Johnson was living by herself and managing a private airfield called Grace Aviation—wow!—when Rabb met her. Her mother died in a care accident with her father involved and even though the father petitioned against Rabb's claim, Rabb gained temporary custody. Johnson, the girl, moved into a flat next to Rabb, with rental paid by Rabb..."

"And look the address is the same place my cousin lives..."

Streets of New Orleans

The same time.

"Your tech Sebastian is super cool yet super weird," Jennifer Coates commented as she and LaSalle walked back to the HQ.

"Sebastian is quirky. Me and King—Agent Pride-can stand his antics. Well, maybe me more than King. But Brody just wants him to cut it short."

"Br...I wish Meredith understood me better. I've changed so much since we last met each other."

"Family members can always harbour contempt with each other," he commented. "I get on pretty well with my brother Cade, but we do fight once in a while. Same with my mom."

"I don't know how to start with Meredith. Her mother—my mother's sister—actually never liked my mother and my father at all. It's a long disagreement between both sides. I had to literally beg her to let me stay in her place here. So I'm not sure where to start."

"A nice strong cup of New Orleans coffee, as well as a nice scenic location will help you to work it out. I don't see why you two can't settle things."

"I...it's a nice offer, Agent LaSalle."

"Call me Chris," He extended his hand again her and smiled. Oh my gosh, you are just so pretty, he thought. Same height, same size as Brody. But your hair, your long silky brown hair, there's some so magical about it. "And, uh the offer still stands for a tour of the Big Easy once this is over." Suddenly Jenn Coates was no longer beside him.

"Hey!" he cried, "Hey, Coates!" But all around were just the citizens of New Orleans. "Hey," Chris asked a passerby. "Did you see a girl, about five, six blonde hair?" Negative reply. Frantic, Chris LaSalle ran through the side streets searching for Coates. It was only in small, foul odour alley way that he heard a moan coming from a pile of rubbish. Pulling away the trash, he found Coates, her hair full of trash.

"It...she...looked like Pia..." she mumbled.

NCIS New Orleans HQ

10 minutes later

"Just what did you were doing?" Brody pointed her finger at Coates, "You had no business running off by yourself and not informing LaSalle who is in charge! You could have been killed."

"Meredith..." Coates began, still picking away the dirt from her hair.

"Agent Brody."

"Fine, Agent Brody, sue me. I thought I saw someone who looked like Pia so I moved to follow her but she was moving too quickly. Apologies for not following NCIS rules. I'm not an agent, just a normal citizen visiting the city and helping out."

Brody was about to counter when LaSalle stepped forward and then Pride returned to the office.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" The Senior Special Agent asked.

"Just debating some rules, King," LaSalle quickly added.

"Well, no more time to debate, our Marine Corporal just passed away," Pride summarised what Doctor Wade told him. "Tighten up people. So what else do we know?"

"We just received the report on the murder of Vince Dolan," Brody opened a super thick folder. "Killed by a cooking knife," She tried not to laugh, "own by Jennifer Coates," she looked at her cousin, "but definitely not with her DNA on it. The knife pattern wasn't just any simple stab wound, it directly punctured his trachea, causing death with a few seconds."

"I didn't know that; the police never told me that," Coates protested.

"Are we certain that this Vince was killed by Pia Bonfilio?" Pride asked.

"Well the report said Coates' apartment was checked against the DNA, as well as the items found in a certain hotel room 24 in Saint Francis Hotel, yeah matching it to Pia. But Pride, all we is Coates' claim and this file."

"Anything else? Anything that may explain why Bonfilio would want to venture down here just to strike at Wright?"

"Her records say the same story Jennifer told us," Patton added, "but at this point, the best guess is money."

"The only guess," LaSalle added when Pride's phone rang.

"Yes, where? Notify Wade and Lund. We're on."

"Dead Navy Lieutenant, member of Navy Operational Support Center. Let's roll people, it looks something connected to our case."

To Be Continued.