Okay, I am trying my best here on this chapter. I really feel bad for how short the last one was, so I hope this one is better. I really do, but I can't make too many promises, school is hard.
I am soooo sorry for taking so long. Writers block and school are taking their toll on me. I guess I deserve this, I don't know. I've got exams soon so as soon as those are over I might be able to write the next chapter and at least, if nothing else, get a good start on it where it won't take me so long to update next time. I'm really, really sorry.
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Okay, I just now realized that my babble before my chapters are really long and people are probably just skipping over them. If you all are reading this, I am amazed, because I used to be the person who skipped this whole part of the fic, oh well. On to the fiction that I am amazed how long it took me to write. I am really really sorry everyone. Yeah, here I am babbling again, oh well…
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Tony sat, spinning in an office chair, tossing a crumpled piece of paper up in the air then catching it as it fell back down. He sighed, spinning around again and repeating his childish act as Kate and Nick talked in the other room.
"Is he always like this?" Nick asked, handing Kate a cup of coffee in the meeting room. Tony spun around again, but dropped the ball of paper. He got up, picked up the paper, and shot from across the room. He missed the trashcan, and looked around, making sure no one was watching. He then walked up and placed the paper back into the trashcan, whistling as he treaded back to the chair he had resided in seconds before.
"Yes he is." Kate said, shaking her head. "Sometimes it's impossible to work with him, he's so childlike, so… unsophisticated." She shook her head as she took a sip of coffee, letting the smell of caffeine flood her senses and wake her up. She hadn't gotten a very good night sleep the night before, and coffee was just what she needed. Sure, she was supposed to be on an Herbal Tea diet with Abby, but at the moment she couldn't care less.
"How do you put up with it?" Nick asked, filling his own cup yet again. "I mean, does it ever get on your nerves?"
Kate smiled, looking over to Tony spinning around in the office chair yet again, this time his head on the back looking up to the ceiling. She shook her head. "Sometimes it's good to have a little comic relief."
"Tony," Warrick walked into the room that Tony was sitting in, staring at a few pages of a file he had in his hand. "I have the file for you to look over."
Tony jumped up from his seat, "Thanks, Warrick." He took the file and placed it down on the table. He flipped through a few pages, and stopped on one particular picture. Warrick had his own copy and was looking over his notes.
A few minutes later Kate and Nick joined them, and Kate walked up to Tony, reading over his shoulder. Tony noticed and smiled, looking back at her. "See something you like?" he smirked, cocking an eyebrow.
Kate smiled triumphantly, snatching the file from Tony's hands. "Yes, actually I do…Nick?" she left Tony in a state of confusion and walked over to Nick, holding up a picture of the crime scene. "What is this?" she pointed at a small object next to the hand of the dead man in the picture. It was about 11 inches long, and was broken on one edge.
Nick looked over and then back at his own file, "That's the leg of the coffee table, we have evidence that supports our theory that the man, Mr. McCarthy, was trying to find something to subdue the intruder he saw, and broke off a leg of the table to hit the intruder over the head. He was shot before he had the chance."
"Then why didn't the perp hear him break the leg?" Kate asked, flipping through a few more pages.
Warrick sat up from his seat, answering Kate's question for Nick. "The table was in the hallway between his bedroom and the living room. We believe that he broke it off on his way to the living room, just trying to arm himself."
Tony walked up into the little group, and grabbed the file back from Kate. "If so, then what happened to his revolver?"
There was silence as everyone looked at Tony strangely. "Revolver?" Kate finally asked. "What revolver?"
Tony smirked again, licking his index finger and thumb. He flipped through a few pages and stopped on one near the back. "It says here that a few years ago he bought a revolver. Wouldn't he have just used that? It wouldn't have made any noise, and probably would do more damage."
Kate frowned as Warrick walked over to where Tony was, and Tony explained to him a few things he had questions on in the file. Kate didn't like this situation, Tony was winning. She was so engulfed in Tony and her's game, that she hadn't noticed Nick walk up next to her.
"You okay, Kate?" he asked, wondering what her interesting face was about. She jumped at his sudden presence.
"Oh, me? I'm fine, it's nothing." She smiled, shaking her head. Nick gave her a questionable look, and then turned back to looking over the file for what seemed like the 50th time. Why was this case so difficult? Was there something that they were missing, what could it be?
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Gibbs stood behind Catherine as she took another sample of blood from the wall for Abby to process. "Like I said, Greg has already processed this, and everything else." Catherine told him, handing him the envelope.
He smirked, "Yeah, but I'd just feel better if Abby did it one more time. I don't know Greg, and I trust Abby."
Catherine shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat."
Gibbs nodded and pocketed the evidence, making a mental note to give this to Abby once they got back.
"Special Agent Gibbs?" Sara called from the other room. Gibbs looked up, walking into the doorway.
"Yes?"
Inside the room he noticed McGee taking pictures of the blood along the walls. Doing exactly what was expected. Gibbs walked over to where Sara knelt down next to the couch, it looked like she was trying to get something out from under it, but couldn't reach. "Yes?" he asked again, appearing behind her.
Sara jumped, "Oh, right, sorry." She stood up, whipping off the dust on her knees. "I was wondering if you could lift the couch momentarily. There's something under there I'd like to see."
Gibbs nodded, bending over to pick up the couch. Catherine walked in behind him and noticed Sara smirk slightly as she knelt back down on the ground, reaching under the uplifted couch.
"Sara, what are you doing?" she asked, walking over to where she was under the couch Gibbs was holding up.
"There…there's something under here…and…Special Agent Gibbs is holding up the couch…so I can get it." She said, reaching farther and farther under the couch. "Could you lift it a little more please? It's just a little farther."
Gibbs nodded and grunted slightly as he pulled up the couch a few more inches. Catherine noticed his biceps bulge under his coat. She smiled, thinking about how strong a marine really had to be. She looked back down to notice Sara frown at her before going back under the couch.
"Anything…there?" Gibbs asked through clenched teeth. Sara came out seconds after he asked the question, holding a crumpled piece of paper.
"Yeah." She muttered, using some tongs to open the paper. Gibbs let the couch down in a huff, and walked up behind Sara, trying to read over her shoulder. On the paper were a date, time, and location.
Soon McGee had joined their little group, wanting to know what was going on. Aloud, Sara read "November 21st 9:30 p.m., 7854 Summerset Drive" She looked up to Gibbs, who was still looking at the paper. "Do you know what this means?"
Gibbs nodded, but McGee answered, "That's the day the McCarthy's were murdered and Seth and Kris were kidnapped." He stated bluntly. Gibbs turned to look at him, and abruptly hit him in the back of the head.
"No, McGee. This is just a useless piece of information that has nothing to do with the case." He frowned. "Hey, I'll take the paper to the lab, maybe we can get a match on the handwriting."
Sara nodded and handed the paper, which she had just zip-locked, to Gibbs. Smiling as he took it from her. Catherine, noticing her smile, stepped foreword. "Do you need someone to help you find your way back to the lab?"
Gibbs shook his head. "I'm sure I can find it, there's that GPS thing in the car right?" Catherine and Sara both nodded. "Okay, McGee," he turned to McGee. "Come program the GPS where it shows me the way to the lab." He motioned with his head towards the car. McGee nodded and rushed off, not wanting his boss to find a reason to hit him again.
Once Gibbs had left to watch McGee program the GPS, Catherine turned around, glaring at Sara. "What was that smile about every time Special Agent Gibbs did something for you?" she asked in a whispered tone.
Sara glared back. "What was with you and him talking privately before we even got inside?"
The two women CSIs continued to glare at each other, until McGee returned. "Umm…is there anything wrong, ladies?" he asked.
"No." they replied at the same time. They both turned and walk in opposite directions, their heads held high. McGee was left in the middle to wonder exactly what had just happened. Shrugging, he went back to taking pictures of everything that could be of any importance.
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The medical examination room was silent, except for the occasional mumble from Dr. Mallard. Both of the coroners were hard at work examining the bodies of the dead, though Dr. Mallard had two to examine, he seemed to go at a faster past, having all the information he knew he would need all ready when Gibbs walked in the door.
"What do you have for me, Ducky?" Gibbs asked as he flew through the doors, just as Dr. Mallard knew he would.
Dr. Robbins, though a little disgruntled by the Ducky comment, continued on with his own work as Dr. Mallard started briefing Gibbs on the bodies.
"Dr. Robbins was correct on his first assumption, both died from gunshots to the skull." Ducky pointed to a circle that was right between Mrs. McCarthy's eyes. "The muzzle burn on her forehead proves that she was shot at very close range, barrel to skin I would presume. The wounds match the husband's as well." He turned to Mr. McCarthy, who was set right next to the Mrs. "They match up perfectly, give or take the scratches and bruises Mr. McCarthy suffered from fighting the intruder." He picked up the hand of the dead man, pointing to quite a few scratches up and down his arm. "Everything that could have been taken as evidence was already, and is in the lab being looked over by Abby and Mr. Sanders."
Gibbs nodded, following along as Ducky repeated all of the information he had stored; all of which he needed, though he could have gotten by reading the report.
As soon as he was done, Gibbs took one last look at the bodies, noticing how much their soon looked like both of them. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Problem, Gibbs?" Ducky asked, wiping his hands once he had finished washing them.
"Not really, just wondering how come you didn't trail off in the middle of briefing me about how this somehow reminded you of something in your past." He joked, making his way for the exit.
Ducky looked down at the couple, and then glanced over to the boy, Seth, and Dr. Robbins. In his slight accent, he muttered his answer. Barely audible, though just enough to where Gibbs could hear him. "I want to give these people justice, and I feel that we've been taking too long."
Gibbs nodded as he left the room, it was taking too long, and his gut told him they were running out of time.
He took no time getting to the lab, where he could hear music being blasted enough that the walls were shaking with each boom of the bass. He frowned, opening the doors and letting the sound wave hit him. He was used to turning off Abby's music when he wanted information from her, but it was never this loud.
The two scientists were both head-banging to what he could only imagine must be some kind of music. He glanced around the room, trying to ignore the constant pounding in his head the matched the music's bass, and the vibrations of the walls. Spying a small CD player in the middle of the room, he hastily walked over to it; pressing the power button with so much force he was somewhat surprised that it didn't break. Surprised, and disappointed.
Abby spun around and smiled at her boss, "Hiya Gibbs, you got anything for me?" she asked in her peppy manner. Greg also turned around, but instead of the fairly happy expression Abby wore, his features displayed a look of embarrassment.
Immediately dismissing Greg's look of shock, Giibs turned to Abby, his own features locked in a look of certain disapproval. He held out his hand, which in it contained a cream-colored envelope; which inside of that, contained evidence bags which he had picked up at the site. "Abby, I can stand your music to a certain extent, but this has gone too far. Either you turn down your music or-"
Abby sighed, snatching the envelope from Gibbs grasp. "I'll turn it down, 'kay? Sorry, but I'm so used to my own lab, with my whole half of the floor to myself." She shrugged, tossing one of the smaller evidence bags to Greg. "But I made due, thanks to a common like of music." Smiling at Greg, she started examining the piece of paper which she had pulled out of one of the bags.
Gibbs too sighed, messaging his temples. "I just need this done, now." He turned to Greg, who still wore his look of embarrassment. "Got that?"
Greg nodded quickly, managing to stutter a "Yes sir."
Gibbs sighed again and turned to the door. "Have you seen Kate or Dinozzo?"
Abby, after giving Greg a look of disgust and shock, she shook her head. "The last time I heard from them they were with Nick and Warrick and were going back over the folders."
"Thanks." The door shut with a click and Greg turned back to Abby.
"What's with him?" he asked, opening up the small bag she had tossed to him. "Is he always this…uptight?"
Abby shrugged, "Only when we are on cases. But let me give you some advice…loosen up. It almost seemed you were about to salute him or something, it was a little creepy."
Greg shrugged, "I actually was about too."
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There you go, the 4th chapter. Sorry everyone who has been waiting, it took a lot longer than expected to get this down on paper. I hope you like it, and once again, PLEASE don't ask what the couplings will be; they will be told when it comes to it. You can make them out for whatever you want them to be right now, but I don't have a set idea on what they will be yet.
Hey, just to see who all is actually reading this at the end of your review (PLEASE REVIEW) tell me what couplings you want in my fic. I might go with the most popular ones, or I might not. I really depends on how much feedback I get from all you readers.
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