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I am sorry if the updating takes longer and longer; school started, and my teachers have an obsession with homework. I had homework on the first day for crying out loud! Oh well, I can always just write it during class, so far none of them had figured it out, but my math teacher might be catching on…
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Okay, like I said before, sorry this took so long to update. School is annoying sometimes. Ah well, I'm going to have to deal with it. So here's my third chapter! Couples might be hinted at or not during this chapter. Depends on how you look at it. REPLY! Flame/suggest/say you like it or you could just reply saying moo. I don't care, just please review! And I hope you like this chapter!
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Abby's thick cargo boots made muffled thumps as she walked down the linoleum hallway. She could hear a familiar song playing in the distance. She wondered who could be playing it; so far her picture of the people that worked made up of a man, Grissom, who looked like he was way too smart for his own good; a woman, Catherine, with a tired look about her; two guys, Nick and Warrick, who looked like they were always competing; and Sara, Abby wasn't too sure about Sara.
She paused in front of a door marked "Forensics Lab" and noticed the music was coming from inside. She smiled; glad that at least the person she was going to be working with had a sense of good music. She would have died if she either had to work in silence, or worse, listening to something she hated; like country or classical. Abby shivered just thinking about the idea.
She was about to reach the doorknob when she noticed her shoe lace was untied. She bent down to tie it back up when she noticed the scientist she was going to be working with inside. He was about her age, with short, spiky hair. He was head banging to the music that was playing, and he was drumming on the top of the monitor with two pencils. "Looks like a fun guy." She mentally noted, standing back up. She looked through the glass walls as the guy pushed himself from one side of the room to the other in his computer chair. He grabbed a printout and put his hand out to push himself back to where he originally resided. But instead of pushing the chair, he pushed himself off the chair. Abby laughed, as he pulled himself back up into the chair, still looking at the printout and bobbing his head to the music.
Abby knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. There was no response, so she knocked again. A second time there was no response. Abby, already fed up with this situation, she opened the door and strode in. She closed the door behind her, suddenly a wave of familiar rock music flooded over her body. She smiled; it reminded her of her own lab back in D.C.
"Excuse me," she said, standing by the door. No response. "Excuse me!" Again, the scientist either ignored her or still didn't know she was there. She walked up to the CD player sitting on the table in the middle of the room. She reached for the stop button, and then stopped herself. 'I'm acting like Gibbs,' she said to herself. 'Oh god.' She turned down the volume, instead of turning it off.
The guy spun around in his chair, expecting to see one of his colleagues, but didn't. He smiled. "Hey," he stood up and held out his hand, smiling. "Name's Greg. I take it that you are Abby?"
Abby smiled too, "Yup. I'm Abby."
"Great, so we'll be working together. That's awesome, there's just one thing I have to ask," Greg started, with the worst serious expression on, even counting the ones Tony had sometimes, on his face. Abby giggled, and he smiled. "What kind of music do you listen to?"
"It really depends," she answered, turning up the volume of the CD player.
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Sara opened the door to the suburban house and walked in; McGee followed right behind her and Gibbs and Catharine were standing outside.
"You you're Agent Jethro Gibbs." Catherine said, smiling.
Gibbs shut the door of the black SUV that they had ridden in. "Yes, I am."
"How long have you been in the Navy?" Catherine asked, pretending to be occupied with tying her shoe.
Gibbs smiled, walking over to where Catharine was 'tying her shoe'. "Long enough. Is there something you want to ask me?" he made it obvious that he knew you couldn't tie boots, especially the ones Catharine was wearing.
She stood up, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, but are you the marine working on a case with a terrorist named Ari Haswari?"
Gibbs' expression dropped. The face he had been wearing, to help give the CSI team in Vegas a good impression took milliseconds to disappear. "Why?"
Catherine, paused, startled by Agent Gibbs's instant change in expression. He looked dark, determined now, and almost scary. "I might have some inside information." She said.
Gibbs tried his best to stay calm; she had information on Ari Haswari, his public enemy number one. "Yes?"
"Well…" Catherine was about to explain when Sara's voice came from inside the house. "Cath? Can you bring in the UV light?"
"Sure." Catharine yelled back into the house. "Can I tell you later?" she asked, opening the back of the SUV.
"Sure, later." Gibbs said, holding the door to the trunk and closing it once Catharine took out the light. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
But what she had said was etched in his mind, Ari Haswari. "I will find you." He whispered, following Catharine into the Suburban house. "I give you my word."
"Excuse me?" Catharine asked, turning back to look at him.
Though rare, he smiled, "Nothing."
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Dr. Robbins was just finishing up an autopsy when a man walked in. Dr. Robbins nodded towards a rack of lab coats and the man put one on.
Dr. Robbins finished stitching up the body of the deceased he had been working on when the man walked over. "Strangulation?" the man asked.
"Why yes, right here above the verbral cortex." Dr. Robbins pointed to the man's throat who was lying on the table.
"With a nylon rope, probably 1/12 thick, the type you would use to tie boxes together in a ship yard." The new man walked around the body, studying the injuries. Dr. Robbins waited until he was done talking. "Bruises on the arms and chest; he put up a fight." He paused and bent over the hands of the body. "Blood on the knuckles, so he fought back; probably got some DNA of the opponent there too."
Dr. Robbins nodded, as the man kept talking. "Reminds me of a case back in…" he stopped, and turned back to Dr. Robbins. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling, very rude of me." He had a slight British accent. "I'm Dr. Donald Mallard; I'm with the NCIS agents that have come to help with the McCarthy case." He held out his hand, and with the other one he pushed his Half moon glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
Dr. Robbins smiled, shaking his colleague's hand. "I'm Dr. Al Robbins; I'm the coroner here in Las Vegas. Glad to see you aboard." The two smiled.
"Glad to be here." Dr. Mallard answered, looking back over the body.
"Now about that story," Dr. Robbins limped over next to Dr. Mallard. "What did this remind you of?"
Dr. Mallard smiled. "Oh, well I was saying that this particular case reminds me of back when…"
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Okay, first I would like to apologize to everyone that has been awaiting my story. Like I said in my profile…school + writers' block longer time to update. See? My math teacher actually taught me something. School must be working. And second, I would like to apologize for the lack of everything in this chapter. It actually took me that long to come up with this. I am sorry for the crappy chapter, hopefully this writers' block would end soon. Hopefully.
Okay, someone replied asking why the CSI team wasn't thrown off by the NCIS team calling Ducky, well, Ducky. They were surprised, but they didn't show it. They immediately realized that Ducky was Dr. Mallard, and I hopefully didn't need to go into detail. I probably should have, but I didn't catch it in time. Sorry!
Okay, I am really really REALLY sorry for not putting any parts with Tony/Kate/Nick/Warrick in this chapter. I couldn't make anything work, or at least anything good enough to publish. I WILL most defiantly put them in the next chapter. I promise. I just felt like I should put up the meeting with Abby/Greg and Dr. Robbins/Ducky in this chapter because I have a feeling that I won't put them in this fic as much as I would everyone else. And I added a plot twist O.O Amazing.
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Another thing I am sorry for is the length of the chapter. It is so short I wanted to kill myself. XX I am soooo sorry! Please forgive me::bows frantically: