(The club closed for the night and the employees are cleaning up)
(Vance stays behind. He yells for everyone to come to the stage of the club. They all do, including Abby and Gibbs.)
Vance: "I know you all have been wondering who this sailor is. His name is Petty Officer Sean Manning. Does anyone know who he is?"
(The picture is being passed around. None of them said that they knew the Petty Officer)
(Vance is disgusted at the fact that either no one knows the victim or that someone is lying)
(There is silence for a few seconds then Gibbs speaks up...)
Gibbs: "Vance, I don't understand why you're still here. Obviously as you can see, none of us know who this man is. Don't you have anyone else you can go question?"
Vance: "You know that's not how it works Gibbs. We have witnesses that claim they saw the Petty Officer leave your club around 11pm and he was found dead 2 blocks away at 11: 10pm. Any one of your employees could have easily slipped out of the back door at that time and followed him and killed him."
Gibbs: "Well, it wasn't Tony or Ziva because they were the entertainment for that night. It also wasn't McGee because he was tending to the bar that entire night as well. And Palmer had been busting the tables all night. Any of the customers could have left at the same time and followed him, and killed him."
Vance: (Gives him a look, wanting Gibbs to stop talking, but knowing that it could have been a customer) "Well I guess that just leaves you and Abby as suspects, Gibbs."
Gibbs: "I know for a fact that I didn't commit this crime, considering I was here, on the floor, the entire night – any number of people could vouch for my whereabouts. As for Abby, she was right next to me the whole night. So, I guess you better start up a list of other suspects."
Vance: "Are you sure the entire night, Abby?" (As he looks at Abby)
Abby: "I only got up once or twice to say hi to Tim at the bar and to go to the ladies room." (She said as she looked nervous and frightened)
Vance: "Do you remember what time that was?"
Abby: (Having an attitude she says…) "No. I don't keep track on how many times I talk to my friends or when and how many times I go to the restroom."
(They all look at each other, confused, distraught, anxious – all wondering what is going to happen next)
(Colored photo snap on Abby's face as she looks confused and unsure)