A/N: Ready for chapter 5? Here you go! Enjoy!
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Tony and Ziva walked inside, and the chimes on the top of the door rang. It was the second pre-school they had planned to look at that day; Ziva had called two schools with top reviews earlier that day at work, and they were using their lunch break to have meetings with each school. As the door closed behind them, they looked around and saw nearly twenty-five children and several adults. The children were playing, so Ziva and Tony assumed that it was play-time.
"Hi, are you Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo?" asked a smiling blonde woman who was quickly approaching them.
"Yes, I am Ziva, and this is Tony," Ziva replied, shaking the woman's hand.
"I'm Claire. It's so nice to meet you," she said. "So I understand you are looking into enrolling your child here?"
"Children," Tony corrected her.
"We have twins," Ziva explained.
"That's right," Claire recalled. "I remember from the phone call this morning. Sorry, it slipped my mind."
"It's okay," Ziva smiled. "Do you think we can take a look around and get a feel for the place?"
"Absolutely!" Claire replied. "I'll take a few minutes and show you around." Ziva and Tony thanked her and followed her into the building.
The tour was very friendly and informative. Claire showed them the common playroom where the children could all play together and get to know each other. She also showed the different classrooms and introduced them to a few of the other staff members. Throughout the entire process, Tony and Ziva felt very welcome at the school.
"Do you have any questions for me?" Claire asked kindly after showing Tony and Ziva around the building.
"Well, it definitely seems like an option," Tony said.
"Obviously, we will need to know the price of enrollment," Ziva added.
"Of course," Claire agreed and crossed over to a desk. She rummaged through a folder and pulled out a couple of papers before returning to Tony and Ziva. "Here is all the information you will need about our prices, staff, contact information, and enrollment process."
"Thank you very much," Ziva smiled, accepting the papers from Claire.
"Is there anything else I can do for you today?" Claire asked.
"You have been very helpful, but we have to get back to work," Ziva replied.
"Okay, well if you have any more questions, my phone number is on that paper. Feel free to call me about anything," Claire smiled.
"Okay, thank you," Ziva said.
"I hope to hear from you soon," Claire smiled as she walked them to the door. They bid each other goodbye as Tony and Ziva exited the building.
"She seemed nice," Tony observed on the walk to the car.
"Extremely," Ziva agreed. "So did the rest of the staff."
"They seem to be pretty friendly and organized," Tony said. "They definitely seemed more welcoming than the other school." Ziva nodded her agreement as they got in the car and began to drive back to NCIS headquarters.
"We'll look over everything from both schools tonight and see what we can come up with," she said. Tony agreed with her and quickly got them back to work where the team was busily working on the case.
"Where've you two been?" Gibbs asked as Tony and Ziva entered the bullpen.
"Sorry, boss," Tony said. "I guess we lost track of time."
"You guess right, DiNozzo," Gibbs replied, not very angry.
"So what do we got?" Tony asked, getting his mind back on track of the case at hand.
"Ducky found small, what appears to be, fibers on Davis' body," McGee replied from his desk. "Abby's checking to see what they are."
"Already done," came Abby's excited voice as she rounded the corner into the bullpen.
"What'd you find, Abbs?" Gibbs asked. Abby took a quick look at Gibbs' desk, realizing he still had not gotten her a Caf-Pow, before revealing her information.
"Well," she began, "it wasn't hard to tell that the fibers came from a vehicle. I determined that they belong to a Chevrolet Camaro."
"Any idea what year?" McGee asked, already entering data into search engines on his computer.
"At least 2000," Abby replied.
"Checking all 2000 to 2011 Chevy Camaros in the area," McGee stated as his fingers flew over his keyboard. "Got it!"
"Got what, McGee?" Gibbs asked, taking a step toward McGee's desk.
"A 2003 Chevy Camaro," McGee replied. "Proud owner, Crystal Klein."
"Get her in here," Gibbs instructed McGee. "Take Ziva with you." Ziva and McGee quickly left to retrieve Crystal Klein.
A while later, Tony, Ziva, and McGee were watching as Crystal Klein sat anxiously in an interrogation room. She hadn't tried to resist when Ziva and McGee had picked her up, but she kept insisting she didn't do anything wrong. Now she sat nervously in interrogation, waiting for someone to enter, and fidgeting every so often. Finally, Gibbs entered the room and sat across from her, looking her straight in the eye.
"Where were you on the day John Davis was killed?" he began bluntly. Crystal was obviously shocked by the question.
"I was, uh, at work," she replied. Gibbs said nothing, but his face showed that he wasn't convinced. "I can give you the phone number, and they'll prove it to you."
"I'll need you to do that," Gibbs said. He paused for a moment, letting Crystal sweat a bit more. "What was your relationship with John Davis?"
"What do you mean?" Crystal asked, taken aback by the question.
"Your husband says you admitted to him that you were unfaithful to him with Davis," Gibbs clarified and waited for her response.
"Well my husband is full of shit and is trying to make me look like a cheater," Crystal said defensively.
"What would he gain from doing that?" Gibbs asked.
"He's the one who cheats on me, Agent..." Crystal trailed off, not knowing the name of her interrogator.
"Gibbs," he filled in.
"Agent Gibbs," Crystal finished. "Haven't you heard that people who cheat on their partner actually often accuse their partner of cheating on them? Usually it's to make them feel better about themselves and to justify their unfaithfulness."
"Is that what's going on here?" Gibbs asked.
"It's gotta be," Crystal replied, not catching on the what Gibbs meant. He chuckled for a moment.
"Mrs. Klein, have you or have you not had sex with John Davis at some point in the recent past?" Gibbs asked, rapidly becoming frustrated. He studied Crystal's face and knew that he was slowly breaking her down.
"Okay, one time," Crystal reluctantly admitted. "And I told Shawn about it."
"So then why did you lie to me?" Gibbs asked.
"I didn't!" Crystal exclaimed. "I slept with John one time, and I was completely honest with Shawn about it. Then, he got all pissed off and started cheating on me! But I swear I had nothing to do with John's death, Agent Gibbs." Tears were quickly welling up in the woman's eyes, and Gibbs remained silent for a moment while Crystal blinked her tears away.
"Mrs. Klein, your husband expressed concern with us that you were having an affair with John Davis," Gibbs stated. Crystal's eyes widened in fear.
"That's not true!" she exclaimed.
"Your husband says he often drives past the Davis house and sees your car parked in front of it. He also told us that you have a lot of secret phone calls that you quickly end when he enters the room, and you delete all of your text messages instantly," Gibbs explained. "Sounds like an affair to me."
"I, but, uh," Crystal stuttered, the tears coming back to her eyes. "Okay, what does it matter if I was cheating on my husband? I didn't kill John!" Gibbs sighed and decided to take a different route.
"What kind of car do you drive?" he asked.
"A 2003 Chevrolet Camaro," Crystal replied, puzzled. "Why?"
"Fibers from your car were found on Davis' body," Gibbs replied.
"That's not possible," Crystal insisted. "Go to my house and check the carpet of my car yourself! It isn't true, Agent Gibbs. I did not kill anyone!" Gibbs sighed, stood from the table, and joined his team in the observation room.
"What do you think, boss?" Tony asked when his frustrated boss closed the door to the observation room.
"She's hiding more than she's telling me," Gibbs sighed.
"You think Crystal killed Davis?" Tony asked. They turned toward the glass and watched Crystal nervously fidgeting again.
"I think she was involved somehow," Gibbs replied. "I just don't know how."
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A/N: You're one chapter closer to finding out the killer! I hope you enjoyed this! Please remember to review!