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"How long do you think Gibbs is going to make her wait there?" Keating asked from where he stood in observation with McGee and Ziva.
"Five minutes." McGee said.
"No, about eleven seconds. Twenty bucks." Ziva responded, from where she sat leaning up against the glass.
"Eleven seconds?" He asked, amazed.
"Now about eight." She grinned, "Deal?"
"Deal." They shook.
"One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five Mississippi, six Mississippi, seven Mississippi, eight Mississippi…" And the door opened to interrogation, and Gibbs walked in. Ziva smirked and McGee and Keating both sighed as they handed her twenty bucks. She grinned as she put them in her pocket.
"Carly Evans." Gibbs said as he opened up the file, "You aware that your daughter is dead?"
"Do you think I'd be here if I didn't? I'm not just being dragged in custody by Feds just for fun." She scoffed, and Gibbs smirked.
"Ah. I see. It's hard losing a daughter."
"And how would you know?"
"It's happened to me." He shrugged his shoulder, and Gibbs watched as her expression softened, "You live with the pain for a while before it eventually moves to the back of your mind and you don't think about it all the time. But I'm sure that your memory of your daughter will be stronger. Found out she was addicted to cocaine."
"Yeah, I knew she was addicted. Her and her stupid girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yeah, that's right, she was a lesbo. So what? I have to live with my daughter's obsession and fascination with women."
"Anyone feel the urge to…murder her?"
"Lindsey didn't have any enemies. Though I'm sure her girlfriend is pretty upset with her."
"Why?"
"Well her girlfriend moved out to California a couple of weeks ago to find a condo that they could live in. She wanted her to come out to help her pick out a house but I wanted her to stay with me." She started to tear up, "Do you realize how tough it is to have a daughter who won't be able to reproduce because she's in love with a women?"
"So you weren't comfortable with your daughter dating a woman?"
"No. I wasn't. At all." She wiped a tear away, "I was planning her wedding since she was five. With a man. I never expected all of this. Any of this."
"So you killed her." He said, simply, and her eyes met his.
"I would never kill my own daughter! I was disappointed in her decisions in life, I was, but I would never kill her."
"Who would?"
"Probably either the woman she was dating or that slum drug dealer of hers." She placed her head in her hands, "She was so screwed up. I couldn't control her."
"I need a name."
"I don't know the drug dealer's name. But I know her lover's name."
"Name." Gibbs repeated, not wanting to get angry with Carly.
"S-Sarah Taylor." She managed to choke out, "She lives in California now."
"Where?"
"San Diego."
In observation, Ziva's eyes snapped to McGee's as her heart started to accelerate. She couldn't help but let the one word she hadn't said in about two months slip out of her mouth, "Tony."
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"Keating. Background information on Sarah Taylor. Find out if she had any contacts with this drug dealer. Ziva. I want you to help Keating. McGee, with me." Gibbs looked up to see Vance staring down into the bullpen. Vance nodded and then headed into MTAC, where Gibbs and McGee would soon follow.
"Hey, Ziva?" Keating asked, and Ziva snapped her eyes up to meet his. Once he realized that she wasn't going to say anything, he started to talk again, "Um…what's going on?"
"We're going through Sarah Taylor's records to find…" Keating's computer started to beep and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together as she stood up and walked towards the fifth desk. She stared down at the computer screen.
"Uh…she's….uh…"
"Dead." Ziva finished, standing up straight as she looked up at MTAC, "How long?"
"Her death was just filed a couple of hours ago. She apparently died twenty eight hours ago."
"We must inform Gibbs." She determined as she started towards MTAC.
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"Lewis! I need info on a…zzzzz…." He looked down at his sticky note, "Lindsey Evans."
"On it, boss!" he exclaimed, and, across the bullpen, Lynn shot Aaron a mysterious look. Aaron gulped.
"There something you'd like to share with the class, Lynn?" Tony asked, and she snapped her eyes up to her boss'.
"Uh…I was just wondering…"
"Why you're not on task, right Lynn?" Aaron cut in, and Tony turned to look at his friend.
"Fine. Whatever. Yeah." Lynn spat, sticking her tongue out at Aaron.
"Here, we go, boss, Lieutenant Lindsey Evans. She's Caucasian female. 29. Single. Never married. One tour of Iraq."
"Any living relatives?"
"Yeah, Carly Evans…51."
"Pick her up." Tony demanded, cutting him off.
"Uh…boss?" Tony turned around to face Scott.
"What?" he demanded.
"She kinda…lives in Arlington."
"Arlington?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, Virginia, you know…"
"I know!" he snapped, "Fine. Forget about it." Scott's computer started to beep.
"Uh…boss?"
"What now?" He groaned, turning sharply on his heel to face his computer geek.
"Lindsey Evans is dead."
"Seriously?" Tony groaned, "Why does this always happen to me?" He muttered to himself, causing his team to give each other concerned looks, "How long? How did she die?"
"Uh…it says she died about thirteen hours ago. Murdered."
Tony stood in the middle of the bullpen, thinking through his options, his hands on his hips, his lips pursed together, staring down at the ground. He was trying to figure it out. His prime suspect was dead, murdered, and his other suspect, his aunt, was completely innocent. She had an airtight alibi; she was at her daughter's dance recital. There were at least fifty witness' for that. Finally, he decided what he was going to do, "Campfire!" He announced, walking to his desk as he pulled his chair around and pulled it into the middle of the bullpen. The other there scooted their chairs up as well till they were all in a circle, "What are our options?" He asked.
"Well," Scott spoke up first, "Sarah's lover, Lindsey, her only living relative is her mother, Carly Evans, who is in Arlington."
"So we either go to Arlington…" Lynn supplied.
"Or we work with what we got." Aaron finished.
"Which is nothing." Scott added at the end.
"No, we have something. Snowman said that she was killed with an overdose of cocaine. And in the blood test, Valerie said that the little prick Snowman found on her neck was used by a needle that injected cobra venom into her system weakening her," Tony said, "So we know what killed her."
"But we don't know who."
"Who's working the case for Lieutenant Evans?" Tony questioned Lewis, who looked down at his notepad.
"NCIS." Tony ran his hand down his face, resting it at his chin.
"Which team?"
He moved back to his computer, pressed a couple of buttons, and then returned, "Agent Leroy Jethro…." He started, but then all of a sudden, Tony stood up so quickly his chair flew back as he nearly bolted out of the room after muttering 'shit' under his breath.
They all looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces.
"Umm…he didn't even say 'End campfire.'" Scott said.
"Something is definitely bugging the boss." Lynn agreed.
"You know." Scott turned to Aaron.
"Why do you always assume that I know?" He demanded, and Lynn just stared at him.
"You know more about him than any of us. Spill." Lynn demanded, and he sighed.
"Because he used to work for NCIS in DC before he was transferred here."
"So?" She shrugged, "What's the big deal?"
"His old boss was Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. That was his old team, Lynn."
Her eyes went wide as she and Scott shared a look, "Oh." was all that escaped her mouth as they all slowly retreated back to their desks.
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"We're all clear, Agent Gibbs. Ready to put you through."
Gibbs nodded and gave the signal to start the transmission. Tony's face appeared on the MTAC screen.
Gibbs gave a small smile, "Nice to see you again, DiNozzo."
"Nice to see you too boss. And McGoo…you look as fat as you did before I left. Eating some more of those probie snacks, are we?"
McGee just smiled, "It's nice to see you too, Tony."
"DiNozzo." Gibbs interrupted, "The case?"
"Sarah Taylor's dead." Tony announced, "Killed by an overdose of cocaine as well as an injection of cobra venom…"
"In the neck. I know."
"Using that famous gut still, are we?" Tony asked, grinning as he nodded his head at the screen, "I see."
"No. Ducky did the autopsy and Abby did the tox screen for the blood. They were killed the same way, DiNozzo."
"Ah." Tony said, "I see. But boss, how is that possible? They're more than six hundred miles away from each other!"
"I know that. We think that whoever killed Lindsey had an accomplice who killed Sarah so there was no talking about it."
"You have Carly in custody?" Gibbs just stared at him, "Right. Stupid question. You wouldn't be talking to me if you didn't. Right." There was a small moment of silence, "What now?"
Gibbs just smirked, "You tell me…boss."
"Haha, that's just funny, Gibbs. No really. What now?"
He shrugged, "Well I guess it's about time you come home. I mean, it looks like we're working together again." Tony grinned.
"Really?"
"Do you want me to change my mind?" He shook his head.
"No, boss! I mean…Gibbs! I'll tell my team immediately."
"Good. Oh, and DiNozzo?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Pack a toothbrush. This could take a while." He smirked as the MTAC feed shut off.
"Well boss," McGee grinned, "Tony seems happy to see us again."
"You think he's happy?" Gibbs asked as they exited MTAC and looked down into the bullpen where Keating and Ziva sat at their computers. He smirked, "Just wait till you see Ziva."