Chapter Sixteen: Umbridge
As Callen and Harry were driving to the crime scene, Harry got a call.
"Hey Forge, what do you got for me?" Harry asked, putting the phone on speaker.
"Well, Ducky says that all the new corpses died of heart attacks against the odds." Abby said.
"No surprise there." Harry said.
"Darn, I was hoping to surprise you. Anyhow, Jessica Atwell has recently had her name changed. It used to be Mandy Brucklehurst. I can't find where her other residences are but I'll keep looking."Abby promised.
"Thanks, Forge. We owe you one." Harry said.
"Better make it a big one, Gred." Abby said.
"Will do. Talk to you later." Harry said.
"You better. Two bodies and nothing, not even a text to tell me you guys are even alive or dead. I care about you guys but when you don't talk to me I begin to worry and I can't focus." Abby ranted
"Abby, two things: one we're not going to have another Kate on my watch. Two, you would hear from Ginny if I got hurt." Harry said.
"In fact, if it will make you feel better I will create a family clock of our work family so you can see if we're in trouble or not." Harry offered.
"Thanks Har." Abby said.
"That would be really reassuring to me." She added.
When Callen and Harry got to the crime scene a cop came to greet them.
"You guys NCIS?" she asked. After receiving a nod she let them in.
"I'm going to warn you now, it's a mess inside. I feel bad for the owner." She said.
"The owner found the body?" Callen asked. The cop nodded.
"Harry, you go inside and canvas the scene, alright?" Callen inquired. Harry nodded and started up the stairs. Callen went over to the owner, an African-American woman with curly black hair that was shoulder length.
"I'm Agent Callen. You found the body, Miss…?" Callen introduced.
"Call me Marie, and yes I did find that unfortunate woman." Marie said. As the interview went on Callen's instincts were screaming at him that something was wrong, though he wasn't able to put his finger on why.
Harry went into the house and followed the scent of blood to the body. Inside he found a pink room with moving pictures of cats hung all about. The room held a bed with the victim strapped to the posts. The room had several blood splashes on the wall and the carpet around the bed, also pink, was stained red from the amount of blood it had soaked up. Callen walked up.
"That's gruesome. Who did it?" He asked.
"Voldemort. I feel sorry that she got tortured. She may have deserved the worst luck ever but not to be tortured." Harry said.
"Who does?" Callen replied.
"Nobody." Harry replied. They canvassed the scene and came across a bloody fingerprint. Harry pulled on rubber gloves. He checked the depth of the cuts.
"Cutting curse, most likely." Harry surmised.
"Most likely? Meaning that there's more then one curse that could do this?" Callen asked, horrified.
"Yeah, but Draco probably doesn't remember it and I'm never going to use it." Harry explained.
"Wait, how do you know this curse?" Callen asked.
"Snape wrote it in his potion book and I used said book." Harry said, gesturing at the end that one thing led to another.
"Why were you using an old potion book?" Callen asked.
"Because I hadn't planned on being able to take Potions that year." Harry explained.
"So we done here?" Callen asked. Harry nodded. As they left Harry's phone rang.
"Potter." Harry answered. He waited for a minute and then said.
"Abby, slow down. What was the address?" Again he listened for a minute before hanging up and calling Ziva and giving her the address. He hopped into the car and Callen and Harry drove away.