"You have to be kidding me." Tony only just recognised his voice as he noticed a particular costume in the corner. A large Wocky descended on them. The costume was magnificently accurate but he couldn't help but show his distaste at it.
"Can I help you?" The deep voice rumbled from inside the furry beast.
"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS," He gestured at Tony stood in shock beside him "and Detective DiNozzo, Baltimore PD."
"NCIS? I've never heard of it."
"Do you recognise this man?" Tony jumped in before Gibbs blew his top. The picture showed the victim currently in the morgue of Ducky's lab.
"Yeah sure. That's Hank. He was here yesterday. We had an early meeting to organise this one. Is he alright?" The man kept the Wocky suit on as he talked to the two men standing before him.
"Is everything alright Tom?" A chirpy voice arrived from the other side of the room. Gibbs eyed both costumes incredulously as they talked like normal. He turned to Tony's wide eyes.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs started.
"Talk to anyone here yesterday morning. Got it" Tony turned off to speak to some people dressed in different outfits.
"Were in the middle of a meeting here." The furry creature butted in. Gibbs just smiled ruefully and placed the warrant in the paw currently stretching in front of Gibbs.
NCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCIS"Way before your time young man." Ducky wore his scrubs as he moved around the autopsy table. "A big fan of the movies though, it would seem. You know, I always found books to be more insightful but they often are turned into movies anyway." He continued to talk as he worked around the table currently holding the Petty officer.
"My favourite movie will always be the 'Godfather'." Ducky said to Officer Bridges face, leaning over him.
"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" A mock-deep voice carried from the doors. Abby emerged from the door, caff-pow in hand.
"Quite right, Abigail." Ducky smiled at the Goth as she pulled on some scrubs.
"I really need to get an assistant." The doctor quipped.
"Not me Ducky. I prefer working alone."
"Please hold him in place." Ducky lifted the shoulder of the petty officer as he examined his back. "Well that's quite interesting."
"What is it Duck?"
"Looks like a puncture wound just underneath his hairline at the back of his skull." Abby rested him back on to the table as the Doctor moved around to stand next to her.
"Ah the mystery of the non-happening struggle is revealed." Abby said in a sing-song voice.
"Well you did have a run in with the bad crowd," Ducky looked down in regret at the young man. "Before his time certainly."
"Keep your friends close-"
"Keep you enemies closer." Ducky finished off. Abby smiled sympathetically at the Scotsman.
NCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCIS"Hank was a good guy. He came here all the time." A young man answered.
"I don't suppose anyone had any issues with petty officer bridges?"
"Certainly not. Often gave money to help fund this." He motioned around the great hall. "If anything it was his funding that kept us going."
"Coming here was like the world to Hank," Another man dressed in armour helped. "He always came to the meetings and loved having different movies that he could dress up as."
"Any in particular?" Tony prompted.
"Movies?" The young men glanced at each other in hesitation then turned back to Tony who was watching them suspiciously. "He, well, he seemed to like movies that were aimed at, I'm not sure, like romance films."
"Chick flicks?" Tony suggested.
"We don't use that term here. People are able to like any movie they so desire. It's disrespectful and outrageous to suggest it." A woman who had clearly been ear wigging into the conversation jumped in.
"Miss, I didn't mean any harm by it."
"You would do better to leave now, young man, so we can enjoy our meeting in peace."
"I am from Baltimore PD and have a warrant clearly indicating we are able to investigate to find out what happened to Petty Officer Hank Bridges. If you let us do our jobs, we will be out sooner and then you can enjoy your meeting."
She scoffed and headed off in the direction of the food table.
Gibbs looked around. Tony was still interviewing different people who knew the Victim and after much careful sidestepping had found the list of members who recently joined or left the club. Hank Bridges had joined 2 years ago. The list showed that he often gave money to the president of the club, a Jordan Matheus. It helped provide costumes, drinks, and rent for the house.
"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs." He flashed his identification at the girl behind the refreshments. "Can you direct me to a Jordan Matheus?"
"Yes he should be up those great stairs and to the left. It's a door on the right." She smiled nervously at the domineering figure looming over the table in front of her.
"Ill have some coffee too."
The girl prepared the broth, hands shaking. Pouring in the milk she handed it over to Gibbs and prayed that it tasted alright.
He walked up the bright stairs sipping at his coffee as he went. Something vibrated in his pocket and a minute later a loud 'ring' erupted.
"Gibbs."
"Ah Jethro. How is Baltimore?"
"What you got Duck?" Gibbs continued to climb the steps as he talked.
"Ah yes. When Abby and I were working on the body we noticed a small puncture wound at the top of his neck. It does seem that the officer was drugged before he was killed."
"Does that explain the lack of resistance?"
"At the moment Jethro, it does look most likely. I was unable to find any other wounds on his arm or nostrils to suggest drug usage."
"What about the other victims?"
"It does seem that this was missed by the diener's in Baltimore."
"I'll see if DiNozzo knew anything about it. Thanks Duck." He stuffed the phone back into his pocket as he came across a door which read "Dr. Jordan Matheus, president of the 'Entertainment club'".
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