I sincerely apologize for the late update. I promise to be less distracted. Anyway here's chapter 3! Reviews are appreciated, nice or not.
"So we have 2 victims, identical gunshot wounds. Ducky said that they were from close range, from the shape of the wounds." Tony sat, theories clouding his mind. At that moment Abby bounded into the bullpen, in a short black dress and one inch too tall boots that reached her knees.
"Sup, Bossman."
"Hey Abs, identified the victims?"
"Sure have, their names were Petty Officer Katie Murray and Petty Officer Thomas Diggines. Anddddddddddd when I was examining their clothes, I found a plastic material residue on their wrists which matches the fact that Ducky said they were bound. I traced the plastic and found out the company that sells it. You're very welcome." Abby stuck a sticky note on Gibbs' head with the factory address and skipped back out shouting something about going to spend time with Palmer and Ducky.
"McGee, Dinozzo, go and check this factory see if they recognize the victims, or anyone suspicious who came in. I don't really trust the witness's profile."
"Sure thing Boss. Come on Probie." Tony smirked. At that moment his phone rang. He looked at Gibbs for a nod of confirmation that he could answer it before he left. Once he got it he picked up the phone.
"Very Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo Who Always Ends Up With Elf Lord speaking." He glanced at McGee with a grin on his face. Tony's face fell when the voice over the phone proceeded to talk. He soon regained his composure and put a purposeful mask of confusion on his face. He let the voice speak until he took a breath and said "Please don't." Picking up his bag he put the phone down with a bit more force than necessary.
"Who was that Tony?" Ziva asked looking up from her work for the first time.
"Some man who was trying to sell me double glazed windows. He said he would ring me at home if it was more convenient."
"They are good for the environment. You should get them." McGee stood by the window waiting for Tony.
"Well aren't you just the little walking advertisement McSalesman." McGee stomped off towards the elevator, wondering if he should just permanently keep his mouth shut so Tony has no ammunition to torture him with. Unbeknown to himself and Ziva, Tony and Gibbs had just had a short but informative encounter. After Tony hung up he looked at Gibbs, knowing that he would see through his lie. Gibbs looked at him, his eyes asking Tony if it was who he thought it was. Tony replied with a nod of his head confirming it was his father that was momentarily on the phone. Then they both returned to their work. As McGee and Tony got in the elevator, Gibbs heard Tony telling McGee why he hates sequels.
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Tony pulled up at the shabby warehouse. The neighbourhood was worn down and dirty. The streets deserted of life; it reminded Tony of Dawn of the Dead. Cracking film that was Tony thought as he recalled his favourite lines in his head. I hope there are no zombies around here. I hate zombies, although they are pretty cool. Tim stepped out after Tony and observed the building. It seemed to be the most structurally safe building for a few miles so he welcomed its presence.
McGee and Dinozzo walked to the entrance of the shop, they pulled the heavy metal doors open and walked inside. Immediately they were hit with a wave of cold air. Tony pulled his coat tighter against himself of memories of his childhood came rushing back, trying to light the fireplace, because his father left him in the house in winter with no central heating on, while he vacationed in Hawaii. He shivered and looked over to his partner who was pulling his coat tighter against himself as well.
"Seriously, why on earth would somebody keep a big old shop like this, so cold?" McGee voiced his discomfort.
"Stop your moaning McProbie, they are probably vampires." Dinozzo did his best Dracula impression at McGee and went to bit his neck.
"Stop fooling around Tony!" McGee pushed him away unwilling to let him know that this place gave him the creeps.
Tony smiled and walked on, the building was like a big DIY store. Drills and nails were hung are walls and the shelves were stacked full of tools, including the plastic strips, matching the ones that Abby traced. Dinozzo looked around, then at the cashier. He didn't want to worry McGee but he had a bad feeling about this place. A gut feeling some might call it. He chuckled to himself if only Gibbs could see me. Getting gut feelings. He would probably head slap me and tell me to stop doing his job or he would find someone to do mine.
They reached the desk, flashed their bags at the cashier. He was a boy no older than 30. Similar build to tony but not as tall or good looking Tony thought. He had piercings and tattoos all over his face and arms. He looked bored and unapproachable.
"Hi NCIS. I'm Special Agent Dinozzo. This is Special Agent McGee. We need to ask you a few questions."
"Whatever."
"Do you get many customers here?"
"No."
"Have you had any customers in the past 2 weeks?"
"Sort of."
"Anyone acting suspicious? Buying strange things perhaps?"
"No."
He is worse than Gibbs thought Tony. He glanced behind the cashier as McGee stumbled through some questions, clearly intimidated by the cashier's appearance. He wasn't consciously listening but from his years of investigative skills he knew that he could recall the situation if he wanted to. Tony saw a gun lay on the counter behind the till. His senses immediately perked up. He looked around the shop again and saw a door in the far corner of the room. He strode over to it ignoring McGee's question looks. He sent McGee a quick warning text of the gun behind the cashier and walked into the room. He watched McGee nod slightly, and then walked into the room.
Tony switched the light on and a small bulb overhead flickered on. He walked around the room, noticing all the marine pictures and newspaper articles covering the wall. Muffled voices reached his ears and Tony listened, realising another door led to another room. Looking in all the boxes he let his thoughts drift to his father. What could he possibly want with him? Stupidly, he though their relationship was getting back on track, obviously he was mistaken. Tony didn't want anything to do with him. He had built a life on his own now and had a surrogate father who was also his boss. He didn't need him anymore but at the same time he was still he father.
Lost in his thoughts Tony didn't hear the door where the voices were coming from open. He mentally kicked himself and spun round, pointing his gun in their direction, only to find two guns looking back at him. Damn. Tony was going to check the other door, but he wanted a full sweep of the box room he was in before he did. Tony glanced at the two large men. Gibbs is gonna kill me.
So what did you all think? The story is coming along now, I hope. Reviews are appreciated. Tell me any American (or general) errors I've made. Please and Thank you.