Note: So this is me procrastinating. But everyone kept sending me reviews!!! Which made me really happy! So inspiration struck and here it is. Hope you like. :)
P.S. I had to an idiom thing because it seriously makes my day. Hope it makes you laugh!!! Oh. And please review! ^^
Disclaimer: No bueno. It's not mine.
"What are you doing?"
Tony jumped and quickly closed the drawer to McGee's desk.
"Nothing." he said as he strolled the three feet back to his desk.
"That's cow. I'm not oblivious." Ziva responded with exasperation.
Tony paused for a minute to allow what she said to filter through his 'Ziva' translator. After a moment, he rolled his eyes and said "I think you mean bull."
"Why would I say bull? There are no livestock here. Wait. Did you put meat into McGee's desk? Why?" she stated as she stared at Tony suspiciously.
"Nevermind." Tony muttered.
"Then why were you in McGee's desk?" Ziva persisted. "Are you planning another prank? You know how well the last one worked out."
Tony rubbed his arm where the hair had yet to grow back. "I'm not playing with flypaper or industrial glue again. And I'm not playing a prank on the probie! I was just...looking for something."
Ziva raised her eyebrow with a questioning look on her face. Tony rolled his eyes again, this time with a sigh as he explained.
"I was looking for his planner."
"Whose planner DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked as he walked between Ziva and Tony on the way to his desk. When he got around the desk, he turned to look at Tony with an expectant look on his face.
"Nobody's boss." Tony replied as he sat down in his chair while turning his computer on.
"Mmm." Gibbs grunted as he took a drink from his coffee. Before he could sit down, his phone rang.
"Gibbs." he responded curtly. "We'll be right there."
After he hung up, he glanced at his subordinates who were looking at him with questioning faces.
"Grab your coats." he declared as he threw the keys at Tony. As Tony fumbled with them, he turned to Ziva. "And where the hell is McGee?"
Retrieving his gun and badge from the second drawer of his desk and snapping them on, he started walking toward the elevators. Tony and Ziva rushed to do the same before he could actually get too far. Luckily, the elevator seemed to be taking a few minutes, so they weren't left behind.
As soon as the doors opened, all three stared at McGee who was still wearing his coat and had a flustered look on his face. His face became more flustered as he registered who was standing before him.
"Sorry boss, my sister had a mild emergency and I had to make a stop by her dorm. Do we have a case?" McGee said in a rush.
Ziva and Tony were forced to walk around McGee as Gibbs got in the elevator right next to him. Tony grinned as Gibbs slapped McGee up the back of his head.
"What have I told you about saying sorry?" Gibbs smirked.
Since Tony was the one driving, the NCIS officers didn't get to the crime scene until after Ducky had already arrived with Palmer. However, nobody felt the need to expel the contents of their stomach after they stepped out of the car (as they would if Gibbs or Ziva had driven), so it was okay.
When they arrived, they were forced to park on the street outside an alleyway where there was a swarm of police officers. However, the unusual amount of people around the mouth of the alley were preventing the team from seeing anything. Gibbs, not one to be meek, merely marched through the crowd of officers with nothing more than a barked "Move!" Not surprisingly, a path was instantly formed almost before the officers could think, reacting to the underlying authority in his voice.
After they cleared the officers, Gibbs turned to them to give out assignments.
"McGee, find out why there are so many police here. Ziva, talk to any passing witnesses and find out who made the call. Tony, crime scene." he barked out.
With that done, he turned away to find Ducky. He didn't need to linger to see if they did as they were told. If they didn't, he would know why. With that thought, he continued down the alleyway, already scowling at the fact that his coffee had gone cold. There were few things worse than cold coffee.
After a few minutes, he finally reached Ducky standing over the body of a dead marine who had his arms folded over his midsection. That's odd. Being laid in such a fashion meant that someone had either felt remorse or tampered with his crime scene. Neither one was a pleasant option. Ducky also seemed slightly puzzled by it.
"Ducky." he said simply.
"Hello Jethro. It is most peculiar how this young man was positioned. I can't seem to figure it out. But it could have been done by the woman who supposedly found him. The police found her standing over the body with blood all over her. I figured that you would want to talk to her, so she is still here." Ducky responded, never taking his eyes off the body.
As Palmer walked up with a stretcher that he brought from the truck which had been too big to fit into the alley, Ducky continued, "I'll take this poor boy's body back to the lab to figure out what happened to him. It seems pretty obvious that he died from a gunshot wound, but I'm not going to take any chances. I'll let you know when I have something."
With that said, Ducky helped Palmer load the body onto the stretcher and carried it back to the truck so he could get back to his lab to have a look.
After watching Ducky load the body into the truck, and finishing his cold coffee off, Gibbs turned back down the alley to where the police cars were. He needed to talk to this woman who had found his dead marine.
As Gibbs approached the police cars, he noticed that all the officers seemed to be looking in this direction, or more specifically, at the young woman who was seated sideways in a police car with her feet touching the ground. She seemed very composed for someone who had just found a dead body, but she was shivering slightly. Gibbs decided it must be a combination of shock and the cold spring breeze. She was wearing a white sundress with straps that were about an inch across. Her long black hair was loose and weaving in the wind, while her eyes were hidden behind her bangs. Her shoes were white sandals that did little to cover her actual feet and she had a large white bag which was sitting next to her on the ground.
However, the most striking thing about her was the amount of blood that adorned her form. There was blood on both arms which went up to about mid-forearm and on her knees. There was also a large smear of red going diagonal from her left shoulder to her right hip. He could also faintly detect what looked to be blood spray across her chest, neck and, according to his gut, her face as well. Apparently the police didn't let her clean up for fear that they would be washing away evidence.
As he got nearer, the woman turned her head to look at him and he noticed for the first time that she had bright blue eyes. He normally considered himself to be very good at reading people, but there were so many emotions in her eyes, that it was almost impossible to sort them all out. However, there was one emotion that he was familiar enough with that he could spot a mile away. Weariness. The look of someone who had seen a lot and didn't want to see anymore. How such a young woman could have such a look was mildly puzzling, especially since she didn't seem like the type to be involved in the military or have a troubled childhood, which was what typically put that look into someone's eye.
Even as he approached, the look in her eyes changed to one of annoyance.
"I have already explained to the police that I did not kill that man." she said slowly. It was as though she was over-enunciating every word.
Gibbs raised his eyebrow.
"What makes you think I am a police officer?" he asked.
"Why else would you be at a murder?" she retorted.
He held back a chuckle at her boldness before he responded.
"My name is Leroy Jethro Gibbs, ma'am, and I am an agent of the Navy Criminal Investigative Service. That young man was a marine, so his murder is in my jurisdiction. I would like to ask you a couple of questions."
The woman's brows furrowed for a few seconds before they smoothed out as she shot a look of sorrow toward the alley.
"So the man that died was a marine? How sad to have died at home. I am sorry that he died." she said softly.
Gibbs watched her very closely since her attention was focused elsewhere, trying to get a sense of her.
"Did you know this man before today?" he asked instead of responding to her words.
The woman sighed before turning to look back at him.
"No. I had never seen him before." she said in an almost defeated voice.
"How did you come upon him?" he continued as he took note of what she said in his little pad. He glanced up when she paused.
"I heard a noise which sounded like a yell. So I went to see if someone needed help." she answered as she looked away from him.
She's lying. Gibbs knew to listen to his gut and it was telling him there was something off about her story. He continued anyway. He could question her more in detail later.
"When you arrived on the scene, what did you see and what happened?" he said.
She appeared to be thinking about her response, though he couldn't tell if she was trying to think up a lie or just trying to find the right words.
"There were two...people in the alley. One was on the ground and I could tell he was bleeding. The other was standing above him with a gun pointed at him. There was a cylinder on the end of the gun. Soon after I arrived, the other man ran off down the alleyway. I did not want to chase after someone with a gun, so I turned to help the man on the ground. I tried to help stop the bleeding, but there was just so much. It wasn't until after he had died that I thought to use my cell phone. I had recently gotten it, so I am not used to it. That is when the police came." she recited in a monotone voice.
Gibbs wrote down the pertinent facts while keeping an eye on the woman. She seemed to be unaffected by her story, except for clenching her hands in her skirt at the mention of the man dying.
Trying to distract her, he continued.
"Did you see the man with gun?"
Even as she shook her head, she responded, "Not clearly. There were too many shadows. The only thing I could make out was pale eyes. The eyes looked white. Maybe extremely pale blue eyes? I just thought it was creepy at the time. I could not even tell if they were male or female. I'm sorry." She shook her head again, this time as if in shame.
Gibbs sensed that he was probably not going to get anything else out of her.
"Would you come down to NCIS headquarters so that we can ask you some more questions? Right now would probably be best. We'll get you another change of clothes." he said almost as an afterthought.
She seemed to just realize that she was covered in blood, though to Gibbs' trained eyes, she didn't seem all that worried. Then she looked up with a strange light in her eyes.
"That would be good. I do not like the feel of blood on my skin." she said. Then she smiled. It stunned him for a second. Shadows that he didn't even notice in her eyes before seemed to disappear and her entire countenance changed. She no longer seemed like a little girl that needed protection, but a young woman who was confident in herself. Then Gibbs realized he had forgotten something.
"What is your name?"
If anything, her smile became brighter.
"Kagome. Kagome Higurashi."
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I probably won't be updating quite this often, and since I have two exams and I have to move, the earliest update probably won't happen until Wednesday. We'll see.