"Update." Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen. Ziva stood up first, walking over to McGee's desk to grab the clicker out of his hands.

"Her name's Lieutenant Lindsey Evans." She said, "Caucasian female. 29. Was getting ready for her second tour in Iraq before she was killed. Single. Never married."

"Relatives?"

"Yes. Her mother, Carly Evans, 51. Lives in Arlington, VA."

"She know?"

"Not that I am aware of."

"Unless she killed her." Gibbs said.

"Yeah, but boss why would she kill her own daughter?" McGee asked, and Gibbs just stared at him.

"I don't know. That's your job. Go. You and David. Go. Get her. Bring her back here." They both looked at each other for a moment before Gibbs barked, "Now!" And then they were out of there.

"Sir?" Keating asked from where he got up from his fifth desk, "What do you want me to do?"

Gibbs just stared at him, "You look into her bank records." He said as his phone rang, "Yeah, Gibbs…..be right there, Duck." He hung up the phone and then grabbed his coffee as he started out of the bullpen, "You go and check on Abby!" He shouted, "See what she's got and then report back to me!"

Keating sighed, "Yes, boss."

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"Update, Lynn!" Tony called as he entered the bullpen.

"Petty Officer Sarah Taylor. 27 years old, Caucasian female, single, the whole kit and caboodle. Has one living relative, an Aunt named Stacy Giddings. Lives just outside of San Diego."

Tony nodded and then turned, "Lewis?"

"Checked her medical records as well as her bank records," He said, getting up to the plasma and pressing a button on the clicker, "Looks like she's been making some pretty hefty payments every two months." Tony's eyes widened.

"Where?"

"Some guy named Daniel Roberts."

"Run background research." Tony demanded, and he nodded.

"On it, boss." He said as he took his seat the computer.

"Aaron!"

"Glad you saved me for last, boss."

"It better be a good reason." He agreed.

Aaron stood up, "I've got her Aunt in custody."

"Where?"

"Conference room." Tony grinned and then pointed to his teammates, "Nice work, team!" before he started out of the bullpen and towards the conference room.

Lynn rolled her eyes, "Aaron!" She cried, "Why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Suck up to the boss!" She moaned, and then looked at the desk next to her, "But…" She grinned as she stood up and slyly moved towards his desk, "Let's see what this girlfriend of his looks like."

"Hey!" Aaron stood up, "Don't go through his stuff!" She stopped and looked up at him.

"Or what?" She asked, laughing a little, "You're gonna tell on me?" She asked, feigning that she was scared.

"Yes." Aaron said in a matter-of-fact voice, "But what about rule 12?"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "What about rule 12?"

"You know, rule twelve." Aaron said, "Never question the boss about his personal life."

She scoffed again, "Rules are just suggestions, nimrod. And besides. I'm not questioning him. I'm just searching. Now can't you just let me search for photos or at least find out her name?"

"If I tell you her name…" Aaron started, "Will you not look through Tony's desk?"

This caused Lynn to stand up straight as she walked towards him. Scott did the same, "Yes. Do tell."

"Fine." He sighed and then looked around, ready for the boss to come around the corner at any moment to save him.

Lynn punched him in the arm, "Aaron! Tell me!"

"Yeah, tell us Aaron!" Scott demanded.

"Fine. Her name's Ziva."

"Ziva what?" She prompted.

"I didn't say I'd tell you her last name." He said, starting back towards his desk, "Now get back to work before boss comes back."

"Ziva…" She grinned, "Ziiivvvaaa…Ziva and Tony sitting in a tree…"

Aaron just groaned, he was screwed.

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"Jethro!" Ducky called as he walked into autopsy, "Just in time!"

"You just called me, Duck."

"I know." He grinned, "But I have something for you. While Abby's running the tox screen on the blood from this young ladies body…"

"Lindsey Evans."

"Yes, Lindsey Evans, I cut open her body and found…this…" He pulled out a bloody, semi-hard substance that had white showing through, "From her lung."

"What is it?" He questioned.

"This, my dear Jethro, is cocaine."

"Cocaine? So our Lieutenant was a user? She overdosed?"

"Well then I found remnants in her stomach as well."

"She swallowed it?" He questioned, wishing that Ducky would explain this so that it was clearer to him.

"Yes, but that's not it."

"What?"

"I found a pin point stuck in her neck." He pointed to it and Jethro bent down to see it, "See, right there, between the two cervical bones."

"She was poked?"

"Yes. And it seems that she was forced to eat the cocaine." He moved to her mouth, opening it up a little, revealing the gums, "You see the slashes on the inside of her mouth? That's where the killer shoved the cocaine it, forced her to swallow it. The death was slow and painful, Jethro."

"Well what about the pin point thingy?"

"You'd have to talk to Abby about that when the tox screen comes back on the blood. Which should be…" Ducky started but was cut off by the ringing of Gibbs' cell. He opened it up and put it to his ear.

"Yeah, Gibbs….Be right there." He hung up, "Now." He said before he started towards the door, "Thanks Duck."

"Jethro, just a minute, please." He called, stopping Gibbs in the doorway. He turned slightly, "How's she doing?" He questioned, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"She's talking today." He said before he left autopsy, leaving Ducky in peace.

He moved over to the body and stared down into the women's closed eyes, "I bet you have never loved someone as much as our young Ziva has. Poor girl. Nevertheless, I will find out what happened to you. Do not worry."

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"Stacy Giddings?" Tony asked as he entered the conference room. She stood up and ran over to him, shaking his hand eagerly.

"Yes, that's me. Is she okay? Is my niece okay?" She questioned, and Tony sighed.

"I think it would be best if you sat down."

Her face fell, "She's not okay, is she?" Tony sighed.

"No. No she's not. She's dead. Murdered." Stacy collapsed into the chair, tears burning down her face, "I am sorry for you loss." He acknowledged.

"How'd she die?" She questioned.

"I don't know."

"Cocaine?"

"Huh?" Tony asked, confused, "She took cocaine?"

"Oops. I shouldn't have said that. She wanted me to keep it a secret. That and her lesbian qualities."

"She was lesbian?"

"Yes." She scoffed, "When I found out I almost died. She never told her mom or anyone else. They were both addicted to cocaine."

"Do you know the name of her lesbian lover?"

"Yes." She nodded, sniffing a couple of tears away, "Lindsey Evans."

Okay so I know that I said that Gibbs' team was going to San Diego, but I think I'm gonna change it, where Tony's team goes to DC. Anyways, someway they two teams are getting together. So review and I promise there will be more excitement next chapter! (Like campfires!) Review!