This isn't mine. All I own is Ziva's twins. And the girl who shot her, I suppose. But she's really not that important to the story.
Also, I am sorry about the delay. My computer got literally like 200 viruses on it, and I had to get it restored (all memory erased), and then reinstall everything…
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McGee sighed. "This isn't going to work. I could get all of a half of her face, which didn't get any hits at first, until I expanded the search parameters-"
"Get to the point, McVerbose!"
"-but then I got about five million hits and there's no real way to narrow them down."
McGee met Tony's "Gibbs glare" with one of his own. "I'm sorry, Tony. Really, I am."
Tony sighed. "I know, McKid. It's not your fault."
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Down in Labby, the results were slightly more promising.
"What d'ya got, Abs?"
Abby spun around, pigtails flaring out. Anger laced the words she threw across her lab to Gibbs. "Quit trying to act like everything's okay, Gibbs, because it's not. N-O-T. That is how you spell not, right? You know what? It doesn't matter how you spell it, it still is. Well, actually, I suppose it does matter, because otherwise it would be naught, like N-A-U-G-H-T, which is another word for nothing, which is pretty much what I have. I can't get a who -I tried, believe me, Gibbs, I tried everything I can think of- but the closest I can get is a why. The DNA from the kitty claws belongs to a woman who, from what I can tell, is the sister of this guy-" she hit a couple of keys on her keyboard, bringing an autopsy headshot up on the screen- "who died-"
"On the Damocles, I know."
"I left the DNA online so it'll alert me if anyone puts it into the system, but that's it."
The Damocles.
He had thought they'd killed that particular demon, but the sword had been hanging over them for months. And it had come crashing down on his favorite Israeli.
Which, come to think of it, wasn't really saying much. He didn't like too many Israelis.
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"Um, Boss?"
"Yes, McGee?"
"Is anybody going to-"
"Uh, I don't know if you noticed, but-"
"Did you honestly think I didn't? How could I not notice?"
"Excuse me-"
"Well, you didn't say anything, didn't even look up… didn't pull out your gun, which I'll admit kind of surprised me…"
"Hello, I believe I'm entitled to-"
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "That's because I would get in serious trouble with the director, which is, in fact, the only reason I haven't yet."
"Excuse me!"
Gibbs finally looked at the man standing in front of his desk. "Can I hurt you?"
The man blinked, confused by Gibbs' speciously friendly tone.
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Author's note: Yes, I'm ending it there. Can anyone guess who it is? You have met him, I can almost guarantee you.