Dreams
Lt. Col. Crane walked into the Pentagon with quick movements, her hat was swept off, showing short brown hair, just long enough to be put into a tight bun. She nodded to the guard as she flashed her card, swept it and walked into a long hallway. A few people snapped to attention as she passed, she did the same to a couple of people, and finally she got to her office area. She walked in and nodded to the six other people. She listened as each gave a report, the 2nd Lt. was, male, they knew his name, and how he died. The ME was working on finding anything. The forensics Lab hadn't found anything. She nodded, and headed for her desk.
She sat down and turned on her computer, flingers flying over the keys for her password, and stopping as she waited, mind not on her job. Then the computer was booted, and she flipped through her email's with ease. Ah. There was an email from the NCIS Team. It seemed that the ME had found exactly the same thing as she had when she'd looked at the bodies. Nothing new yet. She sighed, her eyes drifting to the two picture frames on her desk. One had a large family, a single older couple, and a group of teens to adults, with children. There were five girls, three men, and the two youngest (the ones not coupled off), had their arms around three children. Two girls, and a little boy. They were all grinning at the camera, and Crane was the obvious one, her camo pants and the hat giving it away. This was set in Washington DC so it was at her home, probably just after she'd gotten back from work. The light was that of dream light time, when the sun is dyeing, but still there.
The second picture was of two people. Crane, and a tall man, with brown hair, and matching brown eyes. In fact the familial resemblance was extremely strong. Obviously Crane and her father. They were hugging, and smiling at the camera to, only she was in civilian clothing, and it was around Christmas time, as the tree behind them attested.
Crane smiled as she remembered those moments. Having her entire family there for Christmas. Here in DC. That had been special. She'd somehow managed to host everyone in her house. Then again she'd had help. With her mother, and her Matronliness, around, it had been simple to do everything, except tell her no. Even with her mother and her father bickering, it had ended well. Probably because all four of her sisters had helped run interference with the two. But it had been fun. She'd shown everyone around the city, and let them do what they wanted when she worked, though it was impossibly annoying to return home to have things 'put away'. Only they weren't. She had a method. Just because it didn't look put away, didn't mean it wasn't.
"So, Victoria, what do you think about this case?" came a masculine voice. She snapped out of her revery and looked up as a blond man, with green eyes, and a charming smile. He was a good twelve years younger than her.
"I don't know Riley. It's too soon to tell. Why? You thinkin' you want out or somethin'?" she asked, a playful smile coming to her lips. The man was her best friend's little brother, but he was still fun to tease.
"I heard we're working with NCIS. Aren't they navy? I mean tell us about them!" he said excitement coming to his young face. At eighteen he shouldn't have even been there, but as soon as she'd known he was going into the Air Force she'd requested Riley Jamson as one of her team. She'd gotten her request, she wasn't sure why. But at least he was in good hands. She smiled a little at that thought.
"They are Navy. And as far as I can tell, they don't waste as much time as you people do." Her words were sharp, but her smile softened it. Riley laughed as he went back to work, but her mind was on the job now. Time to get results. "Marlin? What do we have? Checkers? How about that body? Any thing?" She asked as she continued to work, paperwork was a never ending stream wasn't it?
"Ah, We've got something back on the Forensic side, Lt. Col. The Second Lieutenant had an alcohol level of .9. We don't know about the Petty Officer, but I bet she was drunk as well. Forensics says that the gun was a 44, single shot to the heart. Dead as soon as it hit. Other than that we've got nothing." Came Marlin's voice was quick, the young woman stood up to report, then sat back down, a red head. Though serious.
"Like Marlin said, a 44, a single shot to the heart. Nothing special. We're working on matching the striations to a weapon, but no luck." Came 'Checker's' voice. The tall, burly man said standing up. He was a grunt, or at least looked like it. He was an extremely high IQ, and was navy.
"Do we know the relationship between the two? Do they have anyone who doesn't like them? What do the witnesses know?" She asked a slightly annoyed note coming to her voice.
"Dating, two years. He had a ring in his pocket. The witnesses say they knew nothing. We are reviewing the tapes now. But we aren't sure that we'll find anything. That's it Ma'am." She nodded. When addressing her formally, she needed the ma'am, or her title, but out off formally, she let them call her what they wanted.
"Alright then. It's a waiting game." She said with a nod, then back to work. Memories were only that… Memories.