Ok chapter 3 is finally done. I thought I would let everyone know that this isn't going to be a super long story. It's only going to be probably about 6 chapters. It's basicly just a warm up for me, so I can get the feel of writing an NCIS fic, because I have a couple other ideas as well, but they are longer and more difficult. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 3

Tears and Broken Rules

Gibbs sat unmoving at his desk, as McGee and Ziva went through the evidence they had collected at the scene. He looked up from his computer screen, watching them as they desperatly tried to figure out who had planned the ambush. His thoughts were suddenly diverted as a soft whine from beside him grabed his attention. He looked down at the sleeping form of Abby, who was leaning against the cabinet that stood behind Gibbs' desk. She shifted slightly in her sleep, muttering softly to herself. Gibbs was reminded of the look on Abby's face after he had told her what had happened.

Abby backed away, shaking her head, as if it could block out the nightmare she was in. "No, no. It's not true. He wouldn't die. He wouldn't."

Her voice trialed off as a sob broke free, tears trailing from her bright green eyes. Gibbs pulled her into a tight hug, as she grabbed the front of his jacket, tears now falling freely, her whole body shaking as the sobs continued to come. After a few minutes, her crying subsided, though the tears were still evident. Slowly she looked up to meet Gibbs gaze, seeing the same sadness that threatened to overwhelm him as well. He leaned over and gently placed a kiss on her forehead, before turning to leave. He was stopped as she grabbed a hold of his arm. Turning back he saw the slight hesitation in her eyes.

"Um, I, I want to see him, to say, but I don't..." Abby's vioced trialed off, not sure how to ask. Gibbs smiled slightly and nodded his head as they made their way to autopsy, Abby still clutching his arm. As the sliding doors opened, Ducky looked up from the paperwork that he had been working on, not the slightest bit surprised to see both Gibbs and Abby walk through the doors. Automaticly, he got up and moved over the where Tony was being kept. He placed his hand on the handle but paused, looking over at Abby.

"Are you sure you want to do this Abigail." He asked, concern evident in his vioce. Abby opened her mouth to speak but found she couldn't, so she settled for a simple nod of her head. Slowly Ducky opened the door and pulled out the tray, a sheet covering Tony's body. With shaking hands Abby slowly lifted the sheet, the tears falling again as she saw Tony's face, pale and still, the total opposite of what she was used to from the man who had become like a brother to her. Carefully, she reached out her hand, brushing away some strands of hair, before leaning forward and gently laying a kiss on his forehead, feeling the cold beneath her lips.

"Goodnight Tony."

Gibbs was brought back to the present as he heard Ziva's angry vioce from the other side of her computer.

"There's nothing here! Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. There's not a thing I have that gives us any leads." She leaned back, her head hanging off the back of her chair, hands covering her eyes. A small sigh escaped her lips as she desperatly tried to block out the events of earlier. She could almost hear Tony's vioce in her head, commenting with some smart remark on her lack of composure. Instantly she striaghtened up, and focused on the evidence, determind to find the bastard who had done this. Suddenly McGee's vioce filled the now dimmly lit bullpen.

"I think I may have found something." Gibbs and Ziva both turned in his direction. Even Abby was brought out of her sleep, now fully awake, waiting with the others to hear what McGee had found. McGee typed a few keys and a picture appeared on the main screen.

"What exactly are we supposed to be looking at McGee, besides the obvious." Ziva vioce was a little harsher than intended but McGee ignored it. This had been hard on all of them.

"I was going through the pictures we took, looking for anything out of place, but for some reason I kept coming back to this picture. I looked over it a few times when I noticed," he clicked a few more keys and the picture zoomed in on what apeared to be a piece of paper just sitting on the floor against one of the crates in the warehouse. Before anyone could comment, McGee cleaned up the image, to reveal what was writen on the paper. " this."

"All games have rules, but some rules where made to be broken Detective."

Gibbs read the words out loud, slightly puzzled by the note. Then suddenly it hit him. The note had been for Tony. "McGee, I want you to bring up all of Tony's case files from Baltimore. You and I are going to go through all of them. Look for anything that seems out of place or suspicious." Quickly, Gibbs grabed the keys and threw them at Ziva, who already had her bag over her shoulder.

"Ziva..."

"On it." Ziva caught the keys then turned and headed to the elevator. She had to find that note, and fast.