Still not mine.
Okay, I don't really know an awful lot about how they would investigate this sort of thing, so I'm sort of going with what makes sense. You are welcome to correct any mistakes.
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Kate was furious. Tony and McGee had been taking turns throwing wads of paper at her for hours on end. She was determined to ignore them at first, but eventually gave up.
"Can you guys please stop doing that? You're driving me crazy!" They grinned at her. She sighed. "Okay, scratch that; it doesn't bother me. At all."
Tony laughed. "Good!"
Kate rolled her eyes. Tony prepared to launch another wad at her, but he quickly desisted when Gibbs walked in.
"Keep doing that, you two, and you'll be seeing quadruple."
McGee rushed to defend himself. "Boss, it was Tony's idea-"
"I don't care. Grab your gear!"
They complied quickly, as Gibbs seemed unusually edgy. Only Tony dared to ask.
"What is it? A training accident that's actually murder that's actually suicide? A murder that's actually fake that's actually real?"
"A stolen car that might not actually have been stolen that's actually an ambulance, with a gunshot victim in it who might be the perpetrator. Call Ducky!"
"Who died?"
"I never said she was dead. Ducky's going to go to the hospital to get us an injury report."
"Okay, I repeat: who's the victim?" Kate was getting slightly irritated with her boss.
"They couldn't identify her."
McGee was confused. "Then why are they calling us?"
"Two things," Gibbs replied. "The car belongs to a Navy lieutenant, and someone wrote "NCIS" in blood on the woman's jacket."
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"You know, I think Gibbs' gut is bothering him about this one."
"Well, it should be. I mean, this is more than a little strange."
Tony nodded. Snapping a handful of photos, Kate took a few samples of the blood on the jacket before placing it in an evidence bag.
Meanwhile…
"Uh, Boss?" McGee was slightly hesitant to catch Gibbs' attention.
"Yeah, McGee?"
"Nobody saw the car get parked or if anyone else was in it. I'm working on getting surveillance videos to see if we can get something off of them."
"Okay. There's not much else we can do here. Get this towed back to Abby."
"On it, Boss!"
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At the hospital, Ducky was watching the unidentified woman, who slept peacefully. Something about her reminds me of- someone… He sighed, irritated by his lapse in memory. It's so easy for me to remember all these random stories, but not the only one that's actually relevant?
But have I actually seen her before or did I just see someone who looks like her…
The thought rang a bell, but before he could completely understand what his mind was getting at, he was interrupted.
One of the hopsital's interns walked in and handed him a folder. "Here's the report you wanted, sir."
"Ah, thank you."
He opened the folder and flicked through it. Gunshot wounds to the left knee and the right side of the lower ribs… not terribly unexpected. But then when he got to the part about treatment…
All they'd had to do, really, was give her a blood transfusion. Someone else had already bandaged her up, and the report mentioned that they must have known what they were doing…
Suddenly he realized who the woman reminded him of. He grabbed his phone, only to remember that he was not allowed to use it in the hospital. He got up to leave, but then realized that someone should probably keep an eye on the woman. He sighed again.
Jethro, can you please come here, quickly…
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Author's note: If anybody can see where this is going, review, and you get a probie snack. Or a Caf-Pow!, if that's what you would prefer. Just please review.