A/N Chapter 3's upp, thanks so much to the people who reviewed chapter 2, they all motivated me to write more knowing that people are actually reading it and want me to write so thank you! Tony's POV is back, hopefully the second of many times :) Incase anybody's wondering, I'm gunna be updating on Wednesdays and Saturdays. So read, please review again so I can write more and I'm hoping you'll enjoy it :)

Chapter 3- Case

I'd been sat at my desk all morning doing stupid paperwork. There was nothing in the world that I hated more.

Except maybe Ray. Yeah, except for CI-Ray, I hated paperwork more than anything in the world.

I was almost grateful when, at about 5pm, Gibbs strolled into the bullpen, fresh cup of coffee in tow and said, "Grab your gear, we got a dead petty officer."

So I did just that, I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my back and jogged to the elevator with a quick "Shotgun," shouted behind me.

An hour later we arrived at the home of the dead petty officer. When I first started at NCIS, I sometimes used to get sad, thinking about how these people had been killed, some of them for no reason other than the fact that they were just there. But after so long working here, I was used to it. It just didn't affect me anymore.

Gibbs walked straight through the front door and upstairs to the bedroom. My eyes flitted to the left, where, in the sitting room, a pale, ashen faced man, sat on the sofa, just staring straight ahead. He could only be mid- twenties but the look on his face told me the sight he'd come home to just hours earlier, had aged him beyond his years. He must've felt my eyes boring into him because he turned his head to look at me. The look he gave me was what could only be described as pain. But the most excruciating pain that you could ever feel. It wasn't something somebody should ever have to experience.

But they did.

I followed Gibbs and the rest of the team up the stairs to the master bedroom, with a quick glance behind me. I couldn't help but admire the 50 inch plasma screen covering the opposing wall. Then, my eyes fell to the huge double bed on the right side of the bedroom.

We'd walked into a pretty nasty looking scene. The petty officer was laying face down on the bed, surrounded in a pool of blood.

"Petty officer Christina Chadwick- Milton, guy downstairs is James Milton, husband," said McGee.

I'd usually have some witty film connection to make around now, but there was just something about the look I'd seen in his eyes and I couldn't put my finger on it. It felt, almost familiar. I just didn't know anymore.

"Hey DiNozzo," said Gibbs, interrupting my train of thought with a usual slap round the back of the head.

"Yeah boss," I said, rubbing the back of my head whilst I turned around.

"Get downstairs, interview the husband, I wanna know what she was doing today and every day this past few weeks. Where she was, when she was there, how she got there, why she was there and most importantly who she was with."

"Got it boss," I replied, already heading to the door.

I could hear Gibbs barking more orders at McGee and Ziva as I jogged down the stairs.

I walked over to the guy on the sofa.

"James Milton?" I asked.

He slowly lifted his head, as though doing so was using the very last of his energy.

"Yes," he replied.

Finally his eyes rose to meet mine.

And that was when it hit me.

Everything, anything that had ever caused me any pain hit me like a Gibbs-slap round the back of the head.

And all I knew was that I had to get out of there.

Get away.

Far away.

And so I ran.

Straight out of the front door.

Down the street I didn't know.

I had no idea where I was going.

And I didn't care.

A/N I'm sorry that it's so short! I promise that I'll try and do a longer one next time :)