Chapter 4
'I have never seen Gibbs that strongly obsessed with something', Ziva whispered when she walked over to Tony's desk. McGee came over with his desk chair, too.
'You haven't experienced him hunting Ari', McGee said. Ziva raised an eyebrow.
'Kate told me the same. I just said Ari was his old bone he chewed on when the dog didn't get a new one. I was wrong'; Tony looked concerned.
'Ducky wasn't able to work for two weeks', Ziva reminded him.
'He can be lucky to be alive', McGee said.
Tony just nodded.
'You know him long enough', McGee wanted to hear something from Tony.
He just shrugged his shoulders. 'If he's as obsessed as he was with Ari, it doesn't mean anything good. He needed either to have Ari dead or himself.'
'Ari was a trained Mossadagent and she's just a seventeen year old killer', McGee mentioned.
Ziva remained calm. She still regretted having killed her half-brother.
'Yes, but she could be anywhere now', Tony said.
'But she isn't', the boss said as he went in.
'Hey boss', Ziva and McGee returned to their desks.
'McGee, have you found out anything?', he seemed to be stressed.
'Yes', McGee was really lucky to finally have found something. They all gathered in front of the big plasma screen.
'Her real name is Scarlet Gómez Sanchez and she grew up in Mexico. Her Mexican father killed her American mother in front of her eyes when she was five and then used her for his drug trade.'
'Nobody suspects a five year old carrying out drugs', Tony mentioned.
McGee continued. 'She saw her father getting killed by a rival drug cartel when she was nine. After unofficial reports she killed the murderer of her father two years later and then worked as a killer. She went off-screen then but I suspect she started working as hatchet man here in Washington and calls herself Scarlet Jones. The most interesting facts are the following: I found her in a high school data bank. She graduated two years ago with 98% in a high school in New York and she just appeared there about a month earlier under the name Scarlet Bennett.'
'She changed her name, went to high school for a month and graduated with 98%?', Ziva asked astonished.
McGee nodded.
'She must be smart', Tony said.
'She is. She tricked Ducky and all of us. She really got friends with him and he still thinks that she would be a nice girl', Gibbs said.
'That's not all', McGee said and pointed at the plasma. 'About one and a half years ago she started at a long distance university. She now is a third-semester student in Physics and is one of the best in her grade. I downloaded her last exam results and she is really good.'
Obviously Gibbs didn't share McGee enthusiasm. 'You wanna tell me that she studies?'
'Yes, long distance university.'
'She must be really intelligent', Ziva said astonished.
Tony looked puzzled.
McGee nodded. 'We shouldn't underestimate her.'
'Did you find her current address?', Gibbs asked.
McGee shook his head. 'She studies as Scarlet Watson. No address.'
'If we search in the Washington underworld, we may find her', Ziva proposed.
Gibbs looked at his watch. Half past six pm. 'Tony, Ziva, you go and try to find out anything, I don't care where.'
The two special agents nodded and went away.
She lay in her bed. She looked at her alarm clock, two o'clock in the morning. She felt something warm on her waist. She turned around and put the arm of the girl next to her away.
'What shall we do now?', the foreign girl sighed in an alluring voice. Scar just looked at her without any expression in her face. Should she kill her? She thought about it. She had been really good but it has just been fun for Scar. She sighed and got closer to the stranger. She kissed her. She was so sexy, her boobs even were 80D (if you're confused about that size, I think 80 in Germany is 36 in America).
Scarlet reached to the draw of her night table and opened it. There was a gun and a knife in it, beneath other things as the anti-baby pill, condoms, dental dams, certain 'toys', a blackjack and several other things she needed more or less often. She grabbed the knife and with one movement she turned around and stabbed right into the girl's lower neck.
Then she took a tissue from the draw and held it on the wound. She didn't want any blood on her bedclothes. She had already washed them two days ago when she had killed another sex partner. As she had thrown the body into the river, nobody has found it yet. She pulled the girl to the small entry hallway and tried to stop the bleeding.
She felt the pulse. It got slower.
Finally, pulse and bleeding stopped.
Scar stood up and washed the tissue. She knew that her DNA was easy to determine when they were going to examine the body. She walked back to the dead woman, Scar estimated her being around twenty-one, twenty-two. She stood there, still naked, and looked down on the naked body.
'What shall I do with you?', she asked to the corpse. 'Wow, I thought I'd be the only one crazy enough to talk to a body until I met dear Ducky.'
She kneed down and took the knife again. Slowly, she scratched the letters 'NCIS' into her belly. 'Let's make sure that Abby finds out I'm still out there', she said to herself and cleaned the knife blade on the body.
She put the knife back into the night table and grabbed her cell phone from it. She knew people who easily could get away a body. They had made a lot of friends in the underworld and the person she called always brought away the bodies how and where she liked them to.
Two hours later she sat in her apartment, again and alone.
She thought about her life. She actually should start the new chapter of her studies but she had to think.
She often was lost in her thoughts and she hoped NCIS would know that this body was from her. She was absolutely sure that Ducky would understand this act personally.
Exactly what she wanted.
Somehow she wanted to apologize because she had really learnt to like him. He was a good person who had done a lot. Liking was the wrong word. Respecting would be better. Of course, it didn't seem as if Scar liked a lot of people.
But she had also had a lot of long-term partners, sometimes several at once. And she had of course fallen in love, twice.
But both times the other partner had gotten killed. Scarlet had moved on. She didn't mourn after them.
Life went on.
She could feel, she was no monster. She just killed.