Dreams

Gibbs walked into the Forensic Lab, ears ringing. Abby was playing more scremo. Lots of it. He muttered. "Abs!" he called, the woman dancing as she typed away. "Abby!" he had a caf-pow in his hands, and a half grin as she swung around.

"Gibbs!" She clicked her remote and raced over… more like waddled, but it was all abby. She snatched at the Caf-pow but he pulled it away.

"What do you have Abs?" he asked with a half stern look. She pouted at him for a second, before she started to raddle off acronyms and other such… things. "Abs! English!" he snapped, handing her the caf-pow, as her eyes were locked on it.

"Well. The knife was marine issue, old though. Fifty years or so. The bullet was .44. Still lookin' for the gun. The semen was from the Second Lieutenant. His name was…" Ding! Her computer had just found out who the man was. "Ah! One Richard Fallin. Oh. Isn't he cute. Though there was a different set of Semen as well. Still trying to find him. It wasn't in the known bad guy's so I'm still looking." She said after taking a long sip from her caf-pow. Gibbs walked around to look at the big screen. He frowned as he looked over it.

"Thank's Ab's, check the database for marines in the last fifty years." He said before turning and heading out the door. He stopped to give her a quick hug, before going on his way.

He stepped out of the elevator to a commotion. The bull pen was always loud, but his group was louder. It seemed they were arguing. He moved quietly and snuck up on them. "Come on, didn't you see the way he looked at her? Lt. Col. Crane was fine." That would be DiNozzo. He let a half smile creep onto his face before whipping it away. "He's right behind me isn't he? Hi boss. We were jus- OW!" Gibbs headslapped him as he walked past the man, who was leaning against his desk.

"Ah, boss, we've got more information on the Second Lieutenant and our Petty Officer. Her name is Jenna Longlen. She was stationed at the pentagon for six years. Intel stuff. Smart, went to a good college, graduated with high honors. She was married once, but it ended badly. She had a restraining order against him. She's everything good boss. There's no real dirt besides the husband." McGee was quick, showing her card, and driver's license. Gibbs nodded. "Ex's name is Malcolm Bart."

"DiNozzo, Your with me. Ziver, McGee, see what you can dig up on the husband." Gibbs said grabbing his badge and gun. Tony grinned as he grabbed his bag.

"Alright!" Tony grinned at the other's and followed Gibbs into the elevator. Of course as soon as he got there, he had a feeling Gibbs was annoyed with him. He kept quiet through the ride. Though he had to say something when they saw a military car outside the husband's building. "Uh boss? Do you thin-" Gun shots rang out.

Both agents were out of the car with their guns drawn in just a couple seconds. A quick look between them was all they needed as they both went through the open door. Gibbs moved to the right, and Tony forward. They heard a scuffle, then a shout. They found the bedroom, and stopped. Crane was straddling the ex-husband, her fist raised. Smith was behind her, gun trained on a woman on the other side of the bed. Crane's hair was loose, and she'd lost her hat at some point, and her camo shirt had gotten nearly ripped open, showing the sage t-shirt underneath. "Everything's all right Agent Gibbs." Smith said quickly, as Tony and Gibbs both stepped into the room. Their guns trained on the woman and the man. Victoria got off the man, as Tony knelt beside her, grabbing his cuffs. "You ok Victoria?" Smith asked her.

"Never been better Smith. Hello Agent Gibbs, DiNozzo. I want to be in on your interrogation." She said smoothly, yanking out her hair tie, and pulling her hair back, bringing back the loose clumps of hair into her bun. She had beautiful hair, even fuzzy. Gibbs could see a bruse appearing on her left cheek, and it made him irrationally angry. She crouched and grabbed her hat, shoving it onto her head. "I mean that. They both tried to run when we mentioned Longlen and Falin's death. I want to know why." She said smoothly, putting her uniform back into place with quick movements. She was glaring at the man, who Tony now had before him, standing up.

"Of course, Ma'am." Gibbs answered as Smith moved to arrest the woman. He put his own gun away. Victoria. That was her name. Interesting. He gave her a half grin as Smith brought the woman past them. The woman was, brunet, looked a lot like Victoria Crane. Pretty. But her clothing was mussed. He figured it was the running away. The man was blonde, and rather… small. smaller than Gibbs and bigger than Victoria by at least a hundred pounds. He looked like he worked out, a lot. How did she end up punching him? Compared to the man she was a little slip of a thing. She answered his smile, with her own and walked out.

"It had to do with a kick to the knees. Bring's 'em down every time." She said as she followed Smith out of the building. "We're bringing her to NCIS. It's easier." She said with a smile as she got in the drivers seat. Gibbs nodded as he also got in his car. He drove a hell of a lot faster than Smith did, but she was there in time.

He was in the watching room when she came in. "Took your time?" he asked glancing at her.

She laughed, her head tilting back just a little. "Drove the speed limit. Just because I'm a military cop doesn't mean that we drive like maniacs. Only when in battle situations, then all bets are off. You ready?" her dark eyes were alight with a bit of laughter. She was teasing him. He found that amusing.

"Ladies first." Came his response, she moved past the man to the door, opening it. She glanced at him over her shoulder before heading into the hallway. Gibbs was right behind her. Then he opened the door, hard. The door slammed into the opposite wall, and he slapped the folder down on the table. She came in, quieter, and smoother, closing the door quietly. "What did you do to Jenna and Richard?" he snarled. The way the man was looking at Crane made him angry.

"We know you were married to Jenna. We know you didn't like the fact that she'd left you for another man. You can tell us anything else." Came Victoria's voice, smooth and relaxed. Her dark eyes were locked on his face, meeting the look with a level gaze of her own. "Please Mr. Bart. I know you loved Jenna. I saw that picture on your mantle. But you know who killed her don't you?" Gibbs frowned as he looked at her, then at the man.

"I don't have to talk to you without a lawyer." Snapped Bart.

"No, but we've got your DNA that has you at the crime scene. You'll go down for double

homicide." Snapped Gibbs, showing the pictures, easily flipping them out. "You killed them, didn't you?" he asked with a quieter voice. Victoria watched his face.

"I didn't do no such thing." Said Bart with annoyance.

Gibbs stood up, nodding to her, she followed. "He didn't do it." She said as soon as she was outside the door. "He couldn't have." She said softly, her face thoughtful.

"Then who did?" he snapped, making her flinch, but she covered it up easily.

"Try the woman. She might have something." She said calmly, walking past him.

Dammit. He'd seen that flinch. Why was she so startled? He glanced down the hall, worried. He saw Tony come out of the woman's interrogation room. "What do you have DiNozzo?" he asked quickly.

"Nothing, boss. We've got nothing. She doesn't know anything." Gibbs nodded, and turned to follow Victoria.