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"Dead guy, how interesting," mused Jane while DiNozzo called for Ducky.

"Show some respect 2 good marine are dead," snapped Gibbs feeling seriously irked by the psychic.

"Sorr My Grumpy, have you had any coffee yet?" questioned the psychic and Gibbs tried not to let it get to him that this guy seemed to know all this stuff.

"Jane!" Lisbon moaned.

"What?"

"Go look in the house for something useful while we wait for the ME," Lisbon commanded before adding quickly, "if Gibbs says its okay."

"It's okay," Gibbs agreed, anything to be rid of him.

"Nah not much to see in his house."

"How can you know what, you never even went inside?"

"Look at the position of the body, in the hall beside the front door and his clothing. Indoor clothing, he's not even wearing shoes only loafers," Jane informed them.

"So?"

"He was going to answer the door when he was shot."

Gibbs looked at the body and grudgingly was forced to admit Jane might be right. Stupid irritating man, Gibbs thought seeing the triumphant look on his face. Jane certaintly was odd, he noted studying the blond. The three piece suit, even he knew that was out of fashion and oh a wedding ring on his finger? How could anyone stand to not shoot him let alone marry him.

"Don't scowl," grinned Jane, "you know I'm right. He either knew the attacker or they forced the door open and killed him."

"Then why was my brother killed in an alley?"

"What am I psychic?"

"Ducky's on his way," announced DiNozzo rejoining them.

"Good," said Gibbs, "go look inside the house anyway."

"I'll go with you...?" queried Lisbon and Gibbs nodded instantly regretting being alone left alone with Jane. As Lisbon and DiNozzo stepped around the body to look in the house.

"Wanna go grab some coffee?" inquired Jane, to which Gibbs glared at him, "you don't like me do you? You think I'm irksome and childish and a bit of a clown."

"Your words, not mine."

"Was it your wife?" Jane asked suddenly.

"What?"

"The trauma that happened to you, somebody died. Was it your wife?"

"None of your buissness."

"Clear boss," said DiNozzo as he and Lisbon came back outside.

"Let's go ask the neighbours if they say anything while we wait for Ducky," Gibbs offered but canvassing the neighbours got them nothing, most were out working at this time of day and the nearest neighbour actually home was a half-deaf elderly woman who proved to be of no use so them.

Lisbon sighed as they went back over to the victim's house which DiNozzo had been guarding while they were canvassing. Ducky was there too, just getting out of the vehicle with Palmer at his heels as usual.

"So where's the psychic?" Palmer asked looking excited.

"He's not psychic," Gibbs told him firmly.

"He's not here," pointed out Lisbon. Gibbs quickly scanned the scene and found she was right, he was gone.

"Think something happened to him?" wondered DiNozzo looking slightly concerned.

"Nah," muttered Gibbs, not really caring where he'd got to.

"You're not worried?"

"No," answered Gibbs and Lisbon together, "Duck, what's the TOD?" Gibbs asked Ducky to change the subject.

"Give me a break Jethro, I haven't even met the deceased yet," complained Ducky going over to the body, Gibbs waited patiently for Ducky to answer still not in the best of moods, he could do with some-

"Coffee?" offered Jane appearing beside them with three cups from his favorite place, "black, nothing in it but coffee," he added handing him one of the cups, Gibbs said nothing as he sipped it.

"Is one of those mine?" asked DiNozzo.

"No, mine and Lisbon's."

"You didn't get me any?" moaned DiNozzo frowning slightly.

"I didn't have enough, if only I'd had $5 I could have gotten you and the ME and his assistant a cup," Jane explained handing one of the cups to Lisbon.

"I'm not thirsty Jane, DiNozzo can have it."

"You should drink it, Gibbs thinks its good," Jane pressed and Gibbs managed not to look surprised.

"I'm not thirsty."

"Yes you are, you're just trying to ignore your own needs because you're grieving. Trust me it won't help anyone if you die of thirst," Jane explained and Lisbon reluctanly took the cup and took a resigned sip before wondering over to ask Ducky what the TOD was.

"Wouldn't have thought he'd know anything about grieving," DiNozzo observed quietly to his boss but Jane must have heard as Gibbs saw the way the joy fell from his face as the man glanced at his wedding ring with anguished eyes.

"Ducky says... you really don't mind be called Ducky?" Lisbon corrected as they came over to them.

"No he was labelled with it in his youth but now he likes it," Jane explained seeming to have recovered, "you were saying?"

"The poor fellow died not long after your brother was found, COD is pretty obvious but I'll have to get him home to confirm," Ducky answered, "although their was this case a while back when-"

"Maybe some other time Duck," Gibbs cut him off, "let's just get back to NCIS, talk to Abby and then go interview those others and the guy who found the body."

"Do you know Lisbon didn't think she worked there?"

"Jane, shut up and come on."

"I'd rather ride with Ducky, I wanna hear the rest of the story," Jane explained offering them a smile as he followed a beaming Ducky back to the vehicle. Gibbs shook his head, trying to make sense of the strange man...