One month later...

Just before sunrise, a young woman jogs gracefully, her arms bent at the elbows, swaying back and forth in a smooth motion along a dirt trail, she starts to slow down, checking her pulse, she was not jogging in place, classical music escapes from earphones. A man runs up behind her, stopping, he bends over at the waist, huffing and puffing badly..."Man, you're fast."

She laughs..."I love you, Tom, but..."...A loud scream echoes throughout the wood, the woman runs towards the scream.

"Wait!"...Tom yelled.

After about a minute, the woman gasps as she made it to the top of a hill, disappearing from the sight of the man following her..."JUDY!"...Tom yelled again, a body of a woman falls to the ground as something rushes into the woods.

Tom makes it to the top of the hill, Judy was pointing towards the woman on the ground, he stops looking at her closely, he looked back at the visibly shaken woman, placing his hand on her shoulder..."Are you okay, Judy?"

"W-w-what was, was, was that, that, that?"...She struggled to get out.

"What was what?"...Tom asked, he pulls the woman into his chest, hugging her, a twig snaps, he pulls away from her, looking into the woods..."Metro PD!"...He yelled at the top of his lungs, he pulls up his shirt, unsnapping his holster, pulling his service weapon.

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Ziva laid face down, she was spread out diagonally across a bed. She moans softly reaches outward, a crunchy sound makes her lift her head as her fingertips clamped down on a piece of paper, she turns and sits up, clinging and pulling a blue bedspread under her arms, covering her bare breasts. She raised the piece of paper to her face., pushing her hair out of her face. She blinks several times, trying to get her eyes to work, she squints looking at it.

She falls backwards, letting go of the piece of paper, she turns to her side grabbing a pillow, she brings the pillow to her bosom, bringing her legs up, placing the end of the pillow between her knees, hugging it tightly, she buries her face into the pillow, she breaths in deeply, letting out a satisfactory sighs and quickly returns to the land of slumber.

--

"Mornin', Ducky."...Gibbs said, snapping a photo of the deceased woman on the dirt trail.

"Not a good one for her, that's for Jethro."

Gibbs snaps another photo..."Lt. Diana Jensen, she was stationed at Quantico, Marine Corps Recruiting Command."

Ducky brushes back the hair from her face..."Such a shame, how old?"

"27."

"You died far too young, my dear."...Ducky turns..."Mister..."

Palmer sets down a case, Ducky gives him a quick looks..."Thank you, Mr. Palmer."

"You're welcome, Doctor."

Ducky opens the case, pulling out a liver probe.

"No need, Duck, she died at about 6 a.m."

"Hmm?"...Ducky expressed, looking up at Gibbs.

"Witnesses, DiNozzo is talking to them now. One of them is a cop."

"Let me help you with that, Doctor."...Palmer said as he helped turn the body on her side.

Her chest was riddled with puncture wounds...Ducky shook his head as he looked at her back..."Good lord, Jethro...her heart was nearly split in half and some of the knife wounds exited through her back, this was pure rage...a husband, boyfriend."

Gibbs nodded.

"I'll let you know more after I've finished with her full autopsy...the gurney, Mr. Palmer."

"Right away, Doctor."

Tony stood in front of Tom and Judy, a blanket was draped over her shoulder, his arm around her, holding her closely..."Just tell him what you saw, baby."

"I...I...I."...She uttered, looking lost.

"What did you see, Ma'am?"...Tony asked.

"B-b-bigfoot."

Tony looked at Tom..."Bigfoot?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but my wife doesn't lie...if she saw bigfoot, she saw bigfoot."

Tony leaned back..."Can you describe this...bigfoot?"

Judy looks up at Tony and clears her throat.

"Tall? Hairy? Smelly?"...Tony tried to help her.

She nodded..."Tall."...She lifted her shaking hand above Tony's head about 6 inches..."And dirty."

"Dirty?"...Tony said, jotting something down in notepad.

"Like he hadn't bathed for days."

"Was there a smell?"

She shook her head no.

"Okay."...Tony pats her on the arm..."Did you see anything, officer?"

"No, I just heard the scream and then a snap of a branch or something in the woods."

"And where was that exactly."

Tom points to a location..."Okay. Thanks."...Tony pulls out a card, handing it to the man..."If you remember anything else, call me."

He nods as he turns, leading his wife away.

Tony makes his way towards Gibbs as Palmer and Gibbs lift the body onto the gurney. Tony shakes his head at the dead Lieutenant..."What is with people and killing joggers in parks?"

Gibbs glares at Tony..."Sorry, Boss and you ain't gonna like this."

"Spit it out, DiNozzo."

"We're apparently looking for Harry of Harry and the Hendersons."

"What?!"...Gibbs yelled, in an annoyed tone.

"It's a movie, Gibbs. Starting John Lithgow, they hit something with their car and turns out to be..."

Gibbs slaps Tony in the back of the head.

"Bigfoot, Boss."

Gibbs turns towards Tony, looking at him wondering if he's hit him a few too many times in the head.

"I'm not lying, Boss...she said bigfoot, you know, Sasquatch, yeti, the Ohio grassman."

Gibbs gives Tony a you've got to be kidding me look.

"What's that?"...Tony said, pointing down at the ground where the woman once laid, he squatted next to it..."Looks like mud, Boss."

"Collect it."

Tony nodded..."On it, Boss!"

"And put a BOLO out."

"On bigfoot, Boss?"

Gibbs slaps Tony again, handing him a small specimen container.

"Eeeeeek."...Tony rubs his head, then takes the container and scoops up the mud..."BOLO on a giant, hairy man who likes stalking and killing joggers. I'm SO on it, Boss!"

SLAP!

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The elevator dinged, a ponytailed Ziva stepped out, she walks into Abby's lab, she stops and realizes that she got off on the wrong floor.

Abby turned, hearing Ziva groan..."You okay?"

"I'm so tired."

"Because of...you know?"...Abby grinned..."The new house, christening it."

"What?"...Ziva shook her head, confused.

"Sex!"...Abby cheered..."In every room of the house!"

"Not right now, I am tired, Abby."

Abby moves over, taking her arm, leading her to a stool..."I've never seen you like this, Ziva."

Ziva eased herself down onto the stool..."I just need some coffee and I will be fine."

Abby turned towards her computer..."I guess he's called the sex machine for a reason."...Abby chuckled as he turned back, offering some Caf-Pow to Ziva.

Ziva flashed a weak smile as she tilted her head down, but quickly grabs the back of her neck, rubbing it..."Owww."...She groaned.

Abby grabs the end of the straw..."I got it."...She puts the end of the straw between Ziva's lips..."Go on, suck."...Abby starts to laugh..."Probably not the first time you've heard that this week."

Ziva rolls her eyes as she sucks gently on the straw, then harder until a loud sound of emptiness filled the cup..."Ziva! You drank all my Caf-Pow!"

Ziva smirks pulling away..."Sorry."

Abby sets down the cup and grabs Ziva, pulling her into her chest, hugging her..."So, how IS he?"

"Not telling."...Ziva grunted.

Abby leaned back, looking into Ziva's eyes..."Your mouth isn't saying anything, but your eyes can't shut up."

Ziva laughs..."And what are they saying, Abby?"

"You're in love."...Abby smiled.

Ziva smiled back, but quickly covers her mouth as she turned, moving to a trash can and starts throwing up.

Abby tilts her head and laughs..."That's a odd side effect to an orgasm."...Abby stops, her mouth drops open..."Wait, are you preggers?!"

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The elevator door opens..."No, I will not pee in a cup, Abby."...Ziva grunted as she dragged her bag on the floor behind her.

Abby follows her out..."Come on, this is a big step for me...I mean, you...I mean, baby? Oh my God, I gave you Caf-Pow, I'm such a bad babysitter already. The baby!"

Ziva stops, swinging around..."Keep it down, Abby."...She whispered..."I just have a stomach virus or something."

The opposite elevator dings, McGee steps off, moving towards the girls..."Good morning."

Ziva turned, moving to her desk..."Morning."

Abby smiles..."Good morning, McGee!"...She runs over giving him a hug and make their way to McGee's desk..."Where were you this morning?"

"Had a dentist appointment, Abby...remember? You made me go."

"Oh, yeah! Did you get a lollipop?"...Abby grinned.

McGee scoffs..."I'm 29 years old, Abby."

"You did."...Abby laughs, she looks at Ziva..."Whenever you wanna do it, let me know, okay?"

Ziva sat down and sighs, she leans forward, resting her head on her arms.

Abby walks towards the elevator as McGee pulls a lollipop out of his pants pocket, pulling the wrapper off and popping it into his mouth, he flops down in his chair with a huge grin on his face, he starts to lean back.

"I saw that, McGee!"...Abby yelled from the elevator making McGee fall out of his chair..."Too bad it's sugar free!"...Abby chuckled as the doors closed.

--

"Excuse me."...A voice of a teen-aged girl spoke, tapping Ziva on the arm.

"I wouldn't do that."...McGee rose from his chair.

"How long have I been out, McGee?"...Ziva lifted her head from her arms, looking at the slender, dark-haired girl. Her hair was long and curly, hanging down to the middle of her back, an NCIS guest badge hung from a drawstring on her red hoodie.

"About 15 minutes."

"How can we help you?"...Ziva asked, wiping her eyes.

"I'm looking for my father."...The girl replied.

"Name?"...Ziva picked up a pen and was about to write.

"Constance Marie Hammond."

"No, your father's name."

"Oh, I'm sorry...Anthony Dean DiNozzo."

The pen fell from Ziva's hand as she looked up at the girl, her eyes opened wide..."Huh?"