Caitlin O'Shannessy, Cait to her friends, was bored. They had been filming in Norfolk. One of the extras had been found dead. For some reason the lead investigator had taken an instant dislike to them and hauled them all off to DC for interrogation. She had been sitting in the interrogation room for at least an hour now. She didn't know how long she would have to wait. Stunt flying was exhausting. So she folded her arms on the table to use as a pillow and went to sleep.
Ziva couldn't believe her eyes. O'Shannessy had been sitting there without fidgeting and now went to sleep. That was not normal behaviour for a guilty person.
Cait startled awake when the door banged open. A dark haired woman stormed in and slammed a file on the table.
"I'm Agent David. We have a few questions for you."
"Ask away."
"What were you doing in Norfolk?"
"The production company hired us for aerial shots and stunt flying."
"You are based in California. Norfolk is on the east coast."
"We worked with the director before. He liked us. So he talked the production company into hiring us. They offered a really good deal, and here we are."
"You used to be with the Texas Highway Patrol. Why did you quit?"
"Got called a flying meter maid one time too many."
"Why did you move to California?"
"I love flying. Film studios need stunt flyers. So I went and asked around for a job. Found one with Santini Air."
"Did you know the victim?"
"I don't think so. I might have run across her on the set. There are many people on a set."
"Your colleague, Stingfellow Hawke was arguing with the lead actor. Why?"
"That idiot wanted to fly his stunts himself. String told him he was a lousy flyer. The idiot insisted. So String let him have the controls. He only interfered when the idiot nearly crashed the chopper. Apparently, his girlfriend was watching and he didn't like loosing face in front of her. He blamed Sting for the bad flying. String took him down a few pegs."
"The woman that died was the girlfriend of the lead actor."
"Really? The one I saw was shorter, with darker hair."
Ziva took some time to think. Her story had matched that of the other pilots without being identical. But that about the girlfriends could be the lead they had been looking for.