Sorry about the long delay, guys. I've been writing, believe me (The story so far has about eight chapters, but I've posted it on another site.) I'll post this chapter and the next, but I'm going to wait until the story is finished to post the rest, so all of you can get the whole story.

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"So, what do we got?" Gibbs strolled into the bullpen a new cup of coffee in his grip, or perhaps the same one as before. Tim and Tony both stood to speak and then glanced at each other, flashes of competition crossed their faces. They both took a step foreword.

"Ran his prints through APHIS, he's Petty officer Ben Stephenson, twenty five years old, boss. Joined the Navy three years ago and has advanced quickly. His family-" Tim said quickly before Tony cut in.

"-consists of his mother, deceased and his father who is living it up in Florida." Tony shot Tim a smug grin, Tim grinned back at him. Accepting the challenge of impressing the Boss. "His sister-"

"-lives in Oregon, she's happily married and hasn't seen him in two years. Apparently he stopped talking to them after he enlisted, didn't even write them a letter. He was on the USS Lincoln, which recently docked-"

"-about three days ago. Which means he was killed about a day after leaving the boat-"

"Ship."

"Yeah, that."

"He has an aunt and an uncle, but I couldn't find anything on their location."

"Anyway, he hasn't seen them in years. His record is spotless, no DUI's or anything-"

"-not even a parking ticket, Boss. He was as clean as they get. Wrote to his father twice a month, and it looks like he visited his mother's grave every time he was in Virginia." Tim shifted awkwardly at this statement, he felt a bit intrusive at finding and sharing something so private about a man he never knew. Gibbs lifted an eyebrow, when Tim stopped talking. He looked to Tony, who shrugged and let his hands swing freely at his sides, the papers he held rustling slightly.

"That's it?" Gibbs looked to both of them impassively. Tony and Tim swallowed and looked to each other. Gibbs' mouth quirked a bit, almost as if holding back a smile. He turned to the women who had sat through the report, silently. A grin planted firmly on her lips. She stood as his gaze fell on her. "Ziva." She eyed the men, two quiet, and one smug. She began to speak.

"The Petty Officer confided in his close friend, Petty Officer Gallows that he would be staying with his aunt and uncle,-" She smiled deviously. "-near Norfolk. Apparently he refused to go get-" She paused at a word, unsure. "-wasted, with the Petty Officer. Though he did give him an address if he wanted to come visit, or needed a place to stay." Ziva held up a tan note in triumph, an address scribbled on it. Gibbs smiled slightly.

"Good work," Gibbs saw, out of the corner of his eye, both Tim and Tony raise their eyebrows. "Ziva." Ziva stood a little straighter and beamed, before heading back to her desk. Gibbs walked over and plucked to note out of Ziva's hand and slid it into Tony's. "Dinozzo."

"Yeah, Boss?"

"You and McGee, go interview the relatives." Gibbs could see a protest rising upon his lips, but then fell back as he caught sight of the look Gibbs was giving him.

"Yes, Boss." He checked his watch, wonderful. The afternoon was an amazingly busy time, especially during the summer. Damn tourists. Tony sighed, gridlock with McGee. It was going to be a fun day. "C'mon, Probie. Better try and beat traffic." He saw Tim wince, he knew about the traffic too. Tim and Tony shuffled grudgingly into the elevator. And made faces as Ziva waved cheerily to them before the door slid closed.

Gibbs frowned, the feeling still hadn't gone. Something was wrong. He shook his head. A dead PO, a long drive, all just business as usual. Just business as usual, he told himself, ignoring the nagging feeling in his gut. He felt a split second urge to race down the stairs and catch them before they left. To gruffly order them to be careful and to keep their guard up. Gibbs chuckled under his breath; Ziva gave him a confused expression before returning to her work. That just wasn't him. He sat down at his desk and stared thoughtfully at the blank computer screen. They'd be fine, they were both good agents, he smiled in pride. Why else would he have hired them?