March 24
"Ignorance is expensive." - Harry D Schultz.
"What do we got?" Gibbs appeared in the bullpen, coffee in hand.
Tony smiled at the déjà vu and turned to the plasma. "Commander Richards, 36, stationed at Quantico for the last four months. Married, no kids. Immaculate record with two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan."
"Credit check?"
"I ran the Commander's bank records and he's in a lot of trouble. Overdrawn in two accounts, maxed out three credit cards because of a number of pretty substantial payments over the last few months, to an account belonging to Miss Georgina Wells." McGee explained, putting up her picture.
"Mistress." Tony guessed, whistling. "And an expensive one at that."
"She lives in Vegas." McGee argued, highlighting the address on the woman's driving license.
"Stripper turned mistress then." He carried on, missing the look Gibbs gave him. "Just because he lives two and a half thousand miles and a seven hour flight away, it doesn't mean-" A headslap silenced him. "Sorry, boss."
"Not every married man in the Navy is having an affair." Ziva defended the Commander, glaring at Tony.
"Sure seems like it with the number we come across." He argued, turning back to McGee. "Keep going Probie."
"There are no records of flights out to Vegas or any transactions made out of the state in the last year. I cross checked her account and she hasn't left Nevada since she moved there six years ago."
"It could be his daughter and she changed her name." Ziva thought aloud. "Or a relative."
"Get the wife in and let's find out if she knows anything." Gibbs kept his eyes fixed on the screen, looking for something to jump out at him. "Tony, take McGee. Ziva, you're with me. We're going to find out if the Commander can tell us something we don't know."
"Let's go, Probie. I'm driving..."