Gibbs' desk phone rings and he picks it up. "Hello?" He asks, in a husky voice. "Yeah. Ok." He says. The team looks at one another, still waiting for a clue as to what could be going on. "Grab your gear." He says to the team. They don't hesitate in grabbing all of their equipment and following their boss to the crime scene.
As the team arrives on the scene they spot something out of the usual, there is no body. "The body was removed from the scene at 10:30 this morning. " A local police officer informs them. "And how did you know that?" McGee asks, pulling out a notepad. "That girl." He says, pointing to a small blonde girl, sitting on the bench next to the crime scene.
While McGee takes notes from the local police officers and bystanders, Tony snaps pictures of the scene Ziva and Gibbs go to question the girl. The small teenage girl looks terrified, sitting on the bench and staring at the scene before her. "Hello I am special agent David and this is special agent Gibbs can we ask you a few questions?" Ziva asks her. She nods solemnly.
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"Where were you when this murder took place?" Agent David asks me. "I was over there." I say, pointing to the light pole across the street. She turns to look at it. "And what were you doing there?" She asks. "I was actually looking for my father's house." I say. "What time what that?" She asks. "3:00 a.m." I answer. They give suspicious looks. "What is your name?" She asks. "Sierra Gibbs." I say. The man's face drops a little, losing its composure for only a second. Agent David scribbles my name down. "Thank you Sierra we will need to take you in for questioning." She says. I nod and they walk back to the crime scene. I still sit on the bench. I can't believe what I saw. I can't get over the night's events playing in my mind.
I sit in the car with all of the agents. The agent sitting beside me is named Special Agent DiNozzo. He has been talking about something but I'm not really sure of what he has been talking about but he never shuts up. We finally make it back to the office and we ride the elevator up. The others stay in the office area while Ziva leads me to the interrogation room. "Someone will be up shortly." She says. I nod and sit in the chair. I fidget nervously. I wonder when someone will come question me. I sit there for at least 30 minutes before someone came up to the room I was in.
The door opens and the man with gray hair walks in. "Sierra Noelle Gibbs. You're 17 years old and your mom passed away and you were searching for your father to take you in." He says. I nod. "So why don't you tell me what happened last night?" He says. "I was on my way to my father's address when I got lost. I stopped at the light pole, across the street from the crime scene to rest for a moment. It seemed some sort of altercation was about to begin with the guy across the street, though it was with himself. He seemed to be only talking to himself but if he wasn't I didn't see anyone else until about 10 minutes later a man showed up. The victim handed him a bag before the killer said his last words to the man. He said 'Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati' and then he shot him." I say. He nods, looking into my eyes. His face softens and I grow confused.