"We picked up a small piece of fabric on the end of the clippers. It had traces of fragrant oils, aroma blends, fixatives, and solvents on it." Abby stated to Gibbs and Tony, who were standing to the aside as she rushed around her lab, controlling all her "babies" at once.

"Which is what?" Gibbs asked, as her moved his hand all around, trying to get Abby to take the Caf Pow that he had gotten her.

Abby ignored him, running back and forth from computer to computer.

"Abby!" Gibbs yelled, making the forensic science stop.

"What!" she said stopping and looking at Gibbs." I need to find out who did this! They can't get away! I can't stop until-"

"Just calm down," Gibbs said, placing the drink finally in her hand, "and tell me what that trace was."

After taking a huge gulp, she placed it on her desk and started moving around once again, speaking as she raced around.

"It is a cologne or perfume. I can't tell yet. I need to run more tests."

"Anything else?" Tony finally put in.

"They cleaned the handle, so no prints. Then no, nothing else. I'll call you if I get anything."

Tony and Gibbs nodded the stepped outside into the hall.

"Go to the front office…" Gibbs began.

Tony cut in "And get a log of all the people who were here that day. If I find anyone that either stands out or is not connected to any NCIS cases, call them."

"Good. You do that; get Carlee and Ziva to help."

"Okay boss." Tony said, and darted away.

Ziva sat at Tony's desk, reading some of the case files he had laying around.

Oh how I miss this place!

Carlee sat across from Ziva, typing away, worry on her face.

"Carlee? Are you okay?"

She looked up and faked a smile.

"Fine, I guess. I just can't believe some would try to kill you in the NCIS headquarters! I mean really!"

"We will find him, and he will pay." Ziva said, slamming her fist against the desk.

"What did the desk do to deserve the wrath of Ziva?" Tony said as he entered from around the corner.

"Is this really time of jokes?" Carlee asked, trying to hold her smile back.

"Don't get him started." Ziva said, a little giggle in her voice.

"What do we need to do?" McGee asked as he also appeared from around the desk corner.

"Me, Ziva, and Carlee are trying to find suspects, while you can go get coffee." Tony answered.

"What?"

"Bosses orders." Tony lied.

"Fine." McGee grabbed his jacket and headed to the exit.

"McGee!" Carlee called after him.

"Yeah?"

"I want tea!"

"Alright."

"There, now we can start."

About an hour later, Ziva grabbed the last page of NCIS visitors on the day of the elevator accident.

Finally!

She quickly read down.

Gabby Montez

Agent. She thought.

Andrew Henderson

Agent.

Carol Webb

Secretary.

Absalom Lamdan

Wait. That name. I know it.

Images of fights, guns and death flashed into her mind. Only thing could associate with those things.

"Mossad."

EPIC MYSTERY!!!

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