Hi again! I really apologize for the long wait. I was busy with... Well, I don't really have an excuse for not updating, but I hope you can forgive me.

So, on to the chapter.

When the team arrived at the crime scene, the police tape was already around it.

They approached the group of local LEOs, who had gathered around something what appeared to be the body. She was laying face-down on the ground. The woman's long light brown hair was loose and covered in dirt and blood.

"Okay," Gibbs told his team, "Tony, start bagging and tagging. McGee, photos. Ziva, come with me."

Tony and McGee left to fulfill their tasks.

Gibbs approached the man who appeared to be in lead there and showed his badge.

The man nodded. "Good morning Agent Gibbs," he greeted, then introduced himself. "I'm Mike Ferris, Metro Police."

"Who reported her?"

Ferris pointed out a woman standing by the police tape.

"Ziva," he turned to her. "Go take her statement."

"Did anybody move the body?" Gibbs asked when Ziva had left, since Ducky was not yet there. He sincerely hoped no one had done it, because even though there was no cliff anywhere in sight, Ducky would surely find some other place to throw somebody down.

Ferris shook his head. "No, she was like that when we found her. We only took her ID from her pocket." He handed it to Gibbs and started to leave.

"Hey," Gibbs called after him. "Why'd you call us?"

Ferris turned around to look at Gibbs. "One of my men knew that name," he said sadly. "Said her husband is a Marine."

Gibbs turned around to see Ducky, who was followed closely by Palmer.

"Ah, Jethro," he greeted. "You're already here. We had trouble parking the van," he explained, gesturing towards the vehicle in question, which was parked on the nearby road. "Again," he added.

Palmer looked a bit guilty. Gibbs smiled.

"I never did understand why Anacostia Park has to have so many sections," Ducky complained. "Why can't they just name all the sections differently and make them different parks?"

"Maybe they ran out of names, Doctor," Palmer suggested.

Ducky sighed. "You wouldn't believe, Mr. Palmer, how creative people can be when they need a name for something they are really interested of."

Palmer smiled. "Like magazines?" he asked.

Ducky looked at him for a few seconds, decided not to comment and instead continued his previous story. "Yes, like magazines. Or when it comes to naming their children. But they seem to be completely run out of imagination when it comes to naming parks." Then he changed the subject. "So, where is the poor deceased?"

Gibbs led him to the body. Ducky squatted down to examine her. McGee was standing next to them to take photos.

"But," he started again, while carefully turning over the body. The woman's face was so beaten it was barely recognizable. The blood stains on her clothes suggested she was battered all over the body. "I once performed an autopsy on a man, who was a John Doe for very long time."

Ducky pushed in the liver probe. "When we finally found out his name, it turned out to be John Toe."

Gibbs and McGee chuckled.

"Can you imagine that?" Ducky asked them all, not someone in particular. "No creativity."

"Well, maybe his parents' last name was Toe," Palmer suggested, not getting the point.

Ducky sighed again. "It was, Mr. Palmer, but who in their right mind would name their child John when their last name was Toe?"

Palmer didn't answer. Gibbs looked like he was holding back laughter.

"Oh dear," Ducky sighed compassionately, looking at the dead woman. "What have they done to you?"

"Got anything useful, Ziva?" Gibbs asked when she returned.

"The same they always say," she replied. ""I saw a body and called the police." Not very useful."

Then she turned her eyes on the body…

…and froze.

Gibbs immediately noticed the change in her posture. "You okay?" he asked, a little concerned.

Ziva worked hard to keep her face calm as she stared at the woman in horror. Even though she managed to keep those emotions off her features, Gibbs could see the struggle in her eyes to keep her emotions hidden as always.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gibbs asked again when he received no response from Ziva. For a fraction of a second he saw pain in her eyes, which quickly disappeared.

She turned to look at him. "That's Maggie," she said, looking back at the woman. "Rachel's nanny."

So, that's the new chapter. Someone said I needed to develop this more. I will. It'll just take a little time, since I want to make it a story with as many chapters as I can. But don't worry, the big things are coming soon. They actually started already with this chapter :)