Tony sat at his desk typing idly as he looked up information. After talking to Abby, Gibbs had cancelled their trip to Callaghan in favor of exploring their new lead. So far, Tony had discovered that Zaftigs was a Jewish deli in Boston and Zagnut was a toasted coconut and peanut butter candy bar. He'd decided someone else was likely to come up with something meaningful about Zangent Research Labs. He could keep himself busy in the meantime.
Zanzibar was an island off the east coast of Africa and home to a unique species of red colobus monkeys.
McGee and Abby had no trouble cracking the safe. They'd wiped it clean before opening it. It contained some of Dr. Franklin's research notes, ten thousand dollars in cash, a diamond ring from Tiffany&Co. and a letter from Zangent asking him to come work for them. They were planning on putting the computer back together the next day.
Zapata was an early 20th century peasant revolutionary.
Brian Evans' car had been recovered less than a block from Franklin's house. Dr. Neal's laptop was found in a leather briefcase in the trunk. Franklin's prints were lifted from the passenger side door and console. McGee had also bagged a pair of size eight Nike running sneakers at Franklin's house. The soles matched the prints from the roadside where they'd found the Mercedes. They did not yet know the degree of Dr. Franklin's involvement or complicity. His ex-wife had been devastated. Or so Gibbs had said.
Zazaki was a language spoken in eastern Turkey.
Ducky had recorded a total of five bullet entry wounds on Evans. He had taken only four bullets from the body. The three tightly grouped chest wounds were confirmed to her weapon. A bullet from the upper thigh came from Tony's. Gibbs found the fifth bullet lodged in the wall behind the staircase. It had passed through Evans' back and gone straight out through his stomach. That bullet had also matched Tony's weapon.
Zebus were any of a genus of cows with humps and wattles.
Tony had changed into a pair of gray cargo pants and a maroon shirt. He'd stuffed his blue striped shirt, jeans and NCIS windbreaker into plastic bags and taken them to Abby's lab in case they needed to be catalogued as evidence. He didn't mind losing the jeans and the jacket wasn't technically his, but the shirt was one of his favorites. He'd apologized to Abby for being an asshole in the morgue. She'd hugged him and told him he didn't have to apologize for anything. Her eyes had been teary. He'd insisted on the necessity and sincerity of his apology. She'd hugged him again and he'd left to go to the bathroom. No matter how many times he washed his hands, he could still feel her warm blood on them. He washed them again.
Zenith made HDTVs with lightening bolt logos.
Director Shepard's assistant Cynthia had wandered into the squad room looking for an update. She'd been asleep on the couch across from her desk since Shepard had left for the hospital. Gibbs had given her a cup of coffee and told her to go home. She'd gone back upstairs to the couch.
Zeppelin invented the zeppelin.
The CEO of Callaghan Pharmaceuticals had called Gibbs personally and explained that he had ordered his security staff to send NCIS the parking lot footage after speaking with the representative he'd sent to them earlier. He wanted to make nice and prove that Callaghan had nothing to do with the deaths of the Neal brothers. The news of Dr. Franklin's death had come as a surprise. Gibbs had thanked him for calling and told him they'd be in touch. He wasn't letting Callaghan off the hook yet.
Zeta was the sixth letter of the Greek alphabet.
Tony had spotted his black marker by the bookcase behind her desk. He'd stared at it for a while before finally deciding to pick it up. It had worked when he'd tested it on the back of his hand. He'd still tossed it in the nearest garbage can, full of used Kleenex from Maureen Thompson's visit.
Zeus turned into a swan when he impregnated Leda and set the stage for the Trojan War.
At three in the morning, Jimmy Palmer had placed a turkey sandwich wrapped in wax paper on Tony's desk and left without saying a word. Tony had called the morgue twenty minutes later to thank him. They'd had a brief conversation about the weather and the Redskins. The sandwich was untouched in the top drawer of his desk.
Zinc had an atomic mass of 65.41 grams per mole.
McGee had been in the lab all night. He hadn't said anything to Tony since before they'd left for Franklin's house. Tony assumed McGee would agree with him concerning where responsibility rested.
Zip codes had first been implemented nationally in the 1960's.
The bullets that had killed the Neal brothers and Dr. Franklin all matched the gun Evans had been carrying. Two bullets Gibbs dug out of the wall and doorframe of the safe closet also matched. The bullet that had passed through her stomach had been too damaged when it impacted the safe to make a definite match. Eyewitness testimony would only be necessary for filing the proper paperwork. Charges couldn't be filed against a dead man.
Ziti was his least favorite pasta shape, despite its seventh place popularity ranking.
The phone on Gibbs' desk rang twice before he answered it. "Gibbs." He listened, making noises of understanding or agreement every so often. He was also nodding a lot. "Thanks, Jen." He hung up. Tony stared at his monitor as he pretended he hadn't been waiting for that call. The points of the tiny gold Star of David dug into his hand as he clutched it tightly.
Ziva meant 'radiance' and 'brilliance' in Hebrew.