Ziva sighed slightly as she stared at Tony, watching as the young man lay his head down on his crossed arms and simply sat there. McGee was also watching Tony and he was thinking the same thing Ziva was; Was Tony telling the truth?
There was a chance that she might've come at Tony, thinking he was her attacker. Her abuser. However, there was always the chance that Tony was jumpy and had shot her because he had frightened her. After all, he had had three surprise attacks from murderers in the last few weeks. Maybe he made a mistake.
"Stop staring at me, guys." Tony said suddenly, his voice muffled. Ziva jumped and looked at her computer, typing something into it. McGee began looking at his computer as well, trying to figure out information about their current Jane Doe. Any missing reports or kidnappings lately. Tony didn't pick his head up and continued to keep it down when Gibbs walked into the room, taking a seat at his desk. He turned on his computer screen and looked at Tony. "DiNozzo, go see what Abby's got."
"She doesn't have anything." Tony replied sourly, twirling his coffee cup around in his hand. "I already called." He moved slightly and Gibbs stood up. He took a sip of his coffee and heard Ziva say, "Tony, do not worry! Ducky is already working on a way to prove your innocence!" Tony looked up and glared at her, snapping, "Don't worry? Ziva, what if he doesn't find anything? What if what he finds proves that I'm guilty, Ziva? Then what?!" Ziva furrowed her brow and asked, "Why would you be worried if you did not kill her on purpose?" Tony stood up and pointed at Ziva as he yelled, "I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE ON PURPOSE!" McGee blinked as he watched and Gibbs looked at Tony, saying, "Then calm down, DiNozzo." Tony looked at Gibbs and then back at Ziva, before snapping, "Calm down?! You guys want me to calm down?!"
The office had become amazingly quiet except for the phones ringing as Tony continued yelling, "I can't calm down when I don't know if I really murdered this woman because I couldn't get a frickin' grip!" Gibbs walked over to Tony's desk and looked him in the eyes, asking, "What do you think happened, DiNozzo?" Tony felt his anger simply growing and he snapped back, "I don't know! I DON'T KNOW, OKAY?!" When Gibbs didn't say anything, Tony growled angrily and snapped, "I didn't kill anyone! She came at me and it was self-defense! And if you don't believe me, then come out and say it already! You guys already think I can't do my damn job anymore!" Ziva stood up and shouted, "Tony, that is not true!"
Gibbs then snapped, "Sit down and relax, DiNozzo." Tony finally felt his anger boil over as he shouted, "I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" He threw his coffee cup at Ziva's desk before storming out of the room and over to the elevator, getting in it. McGee looked at the spilled coffee and stood up. "I'll clean it up, Boss." Ziva looked at McGee and said, "No, it is alright, McGee. I started this mess, so I shall clean it up." Gibbs began to walk towards the elevator leading to Abby's lab as he said, "McGee, figure out what Ducky found. Ziva, clean up the mess." McGee looked at Ziva and murmured, "Sorry." Ziva shook her head and said softly, "It is fine, McGee." She looked at the elevator and murmured, "I just hope Tony will be okay..."
Ducky sighed as he stared at the young brunette lying on the autopsy table. He looked up at Palmer who was busy cleaning the equipment and asked, "What do you think happened, Mr. Palmer?" Palmer blinked as he looked at Ducky and asked, "What do I think about what, Doctor?" Ducky sighed in annoyance as he covered the girl's corpse up with a white sheet and replied, "About what happened today, Mr. Palmer! For all we know, Anthony shot this woman because she frightened him! Maybe he was still jumpy from everything that has happened!" He sighed as he walked over to the drawers full of corpses and slid one open.
Palmer looked at the doors and looked back at Ducky. "Uh...I think we should stop talking about it. T-Tony doesn't seem like the kind of person that would just shoot someone for fun, Doctor." Ducky began opening a few drawers as he responded, "Well of course he didn't do it for fun. He shot the woman because she jumped out of the closet in fear. This triggered his body to shoot after everything he's been put through. Therefore, shooting the poor girl on purpose." He turned and faced Palmer finally. "I still have yet to prove that she tried to attack him..." He trailed off as he saw Tony standing by the doors with a frown on his face and tired looking eyes.
Ducky sighed and murmured softly, "Oh Anthony..." Tony swallowed slightly before saying coldly, "I didn't shoot her on purpose. If she had jumped out of the closet and began to beg for help, I wouldn't have shot her, Ducky. She attacked me and all I could do was shoot her." Ducky walked over to Tony and said, "But Anthony, you have no scratches or bruises. She was probably delusional and you should've known that!" Tony smiled and laughed slightly, saying, "Yeah...I don't even know why I bothered coming down here." He began to walk for the door and Ducky called out, "Anthony! Anthony, wait!" He sighed when Tony left and murmured, "What is the truth?"
"Whattya got, Abbs?" Gibbs asked, walking into the young goth's lab and taking a sip of his coffee. Abby was staring at her computer as she replied, "Not sure, Gibbs." Gibbs raised an eyebrow, asking, "Not sure?" Abby nodded and pointed to the picture on the screen from the crime scene. "See this blood splatter right here?" She asked, watching Gibbs walk over to the big screen. "Yeah. What about it, Abbs?" He asked, looking back at her. Abby stood up and furrowed her brow, replying, "That's just it. I'm not sure if it's something or if it's nothing." Gibbs looked at her and Abby looked at him, smiling as she said, "My gut tells me it's something." Gibbs smiled slightly, looking back at the screen and looking closer at it. "Looks kinda like a letter."
Abby blinked and murmured, "A letter?" She began to zoom up on the blood splatter and she tried turning it so that it looked like a letter. "No...I don't see a letter." Gibbs shook his head and looked at Abby. "Not that, Abbs. The blood on the bed sheets." Abby nodded and zoomed back out, zooming in on the sheets. She turned it slightly and stopped. "It looks kind of like a...G, Gibbs." She stared at Gibbs and asked, "Gibbs, did she know you?!" Gibbs looked at Abby and replied quickly, "No." He walked over to her and looked at the computer screen. "Yeah...That's a G." He handed Abby a Caf-Pow and smiled. "Good work, Abbs." Gibbs looked at her and Abby blinked. "Um...Do you want something else? Because I have something else."
Gibbs looked at her and asked, "Was I going to be told about it, Abby?" Abby smiled and showed Gibbs a picture of a bullet. "This was the bullet removed from our...first victim." She frowned as she looked at Gibbs and then back at the screen, continuing, "It belongs to our victim's boyfriends gun." Gibbs nodded and Abby continued, "But he reported a stolen gun three weeks ago." Gibbs sighed and kissed her on the forehead. "That's good work, Abbs." He began to walk away when Abby cut in, "Gibbs, is he going to be okay?" Gibbs stopped and looked at Abby. Abby gave him a sad look and Gibbs responded, "He'll be fine, Abbs." He then walked out of the room and Abby sighed as she returned to her computer.
McGee frowned as he stared at the body of the young brunette Tony had shot. He still remembered the pain on Tony's face when he had looked at all of them and he still remembered how scared he had looked. McGee had never seen Tony show fear. He was either complaining about some kind of injury he had or he was smiling and joking it off. Even when Tony had the plague, he seemed to still smile it off and go along with it. Even when McGee and Tony were kidnapped trying to save Ziva, he still joked around and laughed at everything that threatened his life.
So for this to happen and to have seen that fear on his face, it made McGee think about what must've been going through his head at the time the bullet went off.
"Awe, Timothy. I was awaiting your visit." Rang Dr. Mallard's voice, as he walked over to the brunette. He looked at him and smiled. "I assume you're here about the first victim, Ms. Carter?" Ducky pulled a white sheet over the brunette's body and then walked over to another table, removing the sheet. McGee sighed as he walked over to Ducky and stood on the opposite side of the table, saying, "Ducky...He didn't do it on purpose." Ducky looked at McGee and frowned, sighing softly. He ignored the sentence and then pointed to the bullet wound in the victim's chest. "At first glance, we think that the bullet wound is the death blow."
McGee blinked and looked up at Ducky. "So then, what really killed her?" Ducky smiled and looked a McGee, holding up a finger. "Poison." He smiled and McGee smiled as he asked happily, "Does that mean the girl Tony shot was poisoned too?!" Ducky sighed and answered, "No, Timothy. However, I was able to prove that our Anthony did not kill this woman." He smiled softly and said, "I found high levels of LED in her system." McGee nodded and said happily, "Explaining why she attacked Tony."
"She thought he was her killer and went after him."
"So Tony was right. All he could do was shoot her if he didn't want to be attacked."
Ducky sighed and looked back at Katie, looking at her blonde hair with a frown. "Yes...That explains why she attacked Tony. But why did this young woman not attack her killer?" McGee blinked and looked at him. "She didn't attack her killer?" Ducky shook his head and said, "I did not find any skin under her fingernails and her fingers are still manicured and clean." McGee frowned and looked Ducky in the eyes. "So she knew our killer." Ducky nodded and replied with a sigh, "That would be the case." McGee pulled out his phone and said with a bit of worry, "Putting her boyfriend as the main suspect. Thanks, Ducky." He rushed from the room and Ducky sighed, looking at the blonde once more. "My poor girl...What did you do to deserve this?"
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A man smiled as he blew out a puff of smoke from his lit cigarrette. The glass he held in his left hand was full of some kind alcholic drink as he sat in his car with his eyes glued to an apartment building. He could feel the cold breeze coming in through his rolled down window as he held his cigarrette outside of the car window. The man sighed slightly, watching a few people walk into the apartment building and a few more walk out of the apartment building. He set his drink down in the cupholder underneath the radio and got out of the car.
The man stared at the apartment building as he dropped his cigarrette and scuffed it out with the sole of his shoe. He sighed heavily, pulling up the collar of his long, black, trenchcoat and moving towards the apartment building. He laughed softly as he passed a young couple and made his way into the apartment building. He walked past the front desk, looking at the empty desk with a smile. As he climbed the stairs, he watched as a young man walked past him and he grinned.
The man moved faster now, swifter, sneakier almost. He stopped moving in front of an apartment's door and he grinned, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves. He looked up and down the hallway before reaching for the door handle and twisting the knob slowly. To his luck, as he had planned, the door was unlocked. He stepped into the room and shut it quietly behind him. The man moved into the room and heard the sounds of water running.
He grinned, turning off the lights in the apartment and sighing in the relaxation of the dark. He walked towards the bathroom and heard the water creak off, a woman's voice called, "Dave! Is that you?" The man walked towards the bathroom and saw a woman open the door. The young redhead gasped when she saw the man and was about to scream, when a burst of pain and burning filled her heart. In the next second, she fell onto the floor and her eyes stared at the man, wide open.
The man smiled, placing the gun with the silencer back in its holster, hidden under his trenchcoat. He moved towards the young girl and picked her up by her wrists, dragging her into the tub, placing her body face-down. He turned on the water and placed the plug in the drain. He turned back to the blood as he grabbed a washcloth off the sink. He dipped the cloth under the tub water and began to wipe up the mess. When he had finished washing all of the blood off the floor, side of the tub, and his shoes, he tossed the rag into the water. The man sighed heavily and grabbed the girl by her hair, pulling her limp, cold body out of the water. He wrapped the washcloth around her neck and began pulling, waiting for her neck to bruise. When he thought he had held it long enough, he removed the washcloth and twisted it, making the washcloth a bit dryer. He then walked back into the bedroom and placed the washcloth in front of the door to the bathroom. The man left the water running as he walked out to the front door, removed his rubber gloves, and tossed them into the fireplace, watching them burn. He then grabbed a nearby napkin, twisted the door handle, opened the door, placed the napkin on the counter, and then left; door wide open.