Once again, I know my updates have been sporadic at best lately, but here is a nice long chapter for you guys. Have fun!

Chapter Five:

Body Snatching and Under Arrest

Tony walked into the lab to bug Abby and Naomi into giving him the latest DNA results on the hair found at the scene of their latest victim. What he saw when he walked into the lab took his breath away.

Before him stood not one nor two but three raven haired goddesses standing before him. Abby and Ziva were the obvious ones, but Tony almost didn't recognize Naomi with dark hair.

"Close your mouth Tony, before you start catching flies," Ziva laughed as Abby finished applying the fake tattoo of a scorpion on her right shoulder. Naomi sported a dragon that wrapped around her left arm and breathed fire.

"Wow," he breathed. "You guys look like the Fates from Hercules and Xena!"

"The Fates?" Naomi repeated. "Ausgezeichnet! I love Greek mythology!"

"Me too," Ziva and Abby echoed.

"I guess we found our codenames, but Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos are a little cumbersome to say," Naomi intoned. "So, the fates are three women. One spins the thread of life, one measures the thread of a man's life, and the last cuts the thread."

"How about Spinner, Threader, and Slicer?" Abby asked.

"Cool. Abby, you are Spinner because you have that spider web tattoo. Ziva, you are lethal with a knife so you are Slicer," Tony said with a grin Ziva's direction.

"That makes me Threader. I can live with that," Naomi said. "Now, how do we insert ourselves into the undercover op?"

"Don't worry, my dear Fates," Tony interrupted. "We have already acquired a cadaver from Quantico that will play the role nicely."

"Quantico?" Abby repeated. "You don't mean….? Does Fornell know?"

Tony shook his head. "Not yet," he drew out.

Abby couldn't help but laugh.

Naomi looked confused. So Ziva explained. "Quantico, a Marine base, is headquarters for the FBI Training Academy. They took a body from the FBI," she ended with a chuckle.

Naomi nodded in understanding.

"Now, can I ask if you ladies have any DNA results from the foreign hair we found at the latest scene?"

"Well, it did have a skin tag, so we could pull DNA off of it."

"However," Abby finished, "no matches from CODIS. So I want to run it through the mass spec and see if I can get a chemical hit."

"That'll have to wait," Gibbs said walking into the elevator with McGee. "Naomi, Abby, Ziva, we need you down in Autopsy. We have some evidence to fabricate."

"Reverse forensics? I've heard of the graveyard shift at the Las Vegas Crime Lab pulling something similar."

"Yeah, me too," Tony added. The rest of the group gave him a funny look. "What? I do watch the news every once in a while."

"I am going to stay in the lab and enter the fake info under a fake name and implicate one of you in the murder of our victim," McGee said. "That's why we need samples from all three of you."

"But you will not tell us who will be 'arrested' for the murder?" Ziva asked.

"No. It will be up to the other two to break the suspect out."

"Okay," Naomi drew out. "Let us go then!" The three women exited the lab and went toward Autopsy.

"So, who will be implicated?" McGee asked as he crossed to the computer.

Tony wrote down three numbers with the ladies' names on the back. "Pick one McGoo."

"Ah, three."

"Okay," Tony said turning over number three. "Her it is then."

McGee put a camera in Naomi's glasses and gave a few cameras to Abby and Ziva as well. He also had a track on their cell phone signals so he knew where they were at all times. He transferred the trace to his PDA and gathered his gear to investigate the new crime scene; the fabricated one.

An anonymous tip (actually from Director Shepard) led them to Rock Creek Park where the cadaver dressed as a Corpsman lay spread eagle on the floor. Tony and Gibbs were already present and questioning the surrounding pedestrians. Ducky was examining the body

"Where's Ziva and Naomi?" Gibbs demanded of him when McGee walked out to the scene. Just as planned.

"Naomi is stuck at the lab processing evidence with Abby. I talked to her when I geared up. Ziva is stuck in traffic, will be here soon in her Mini." Ziva was on a lunch run when the "call" came in.

"Great," Gibbs replied sarcastically. "McGee, photos. Tony sketch. I'll bag and tag until Ziva gets here."

"Here now, Boss!" Ziva called panting. "Where is Naomi?"

"Lab."

"You're late, David!"

"Got stuck in traffic, Boss."

"Get to work then!"

Ziva surveyed the scene as she gloved up.

"TOD Duck?"

"Ah Jethro, our poor soul here met his demise about twelve hours ago. Way too soon, I'm afraid for you, my dear Ensign. I pulled his wallet for you, Jethro."

"Corpsman Aaron Wellings originally out of Louisiana."

"Got a hair," Ziva called as she bagged the hair. "Victim is blonde. This is dark hair."

"Maybe Abby'll get a match off it this time. Looks like the same M.O as the assassin group. Spread eagle on the ground with three stabs to the chest in a triangle shape and a carved circle on the right arm," Tony commented.

"Could be a copy kitty," Ziva commented off handedly as she labeled the hair.

"Copy cat," Tony corrected.

"Same difference."

"The grisly details were never released to the public. The three stabs to the chest, but not the pattern," McGee chimed in. "I'd say this is the real deal."

"Ya think, Elf Lord?" Gibbs shot back. "Little less talking here and more working before I smack you all back to DC!"

"Got it, Boss!" the three intoned.

"Hey you guys!" Abby called when the team returned. "What do you got for me?"

"Where's Naomi?" Tony asked as he handed her an evidence box.

"Went to grab a soda upstairs. I ask again, what do ya got for me?"

"Hair sample, personal effects. Some blood. A whole smorgasbord of evidence for you," Tony grinned. "Dig in!"

"Hey you guys!" Naomi called walking in with a soda. "Ready to load some samples into major mass spec?"

"You three need to be inconspicuous now. Load your samples and go. McGee and Tony can wait for the results. Go!" Gibbs ordered them.

Abby and Naomi got to work taking samples from the evidence and loading them to be tested. Naomi got a DNA sample from the hair and sent it running through CODIS. "Bis spaeter!" she called as she took of her lab coat and left the lab.

Abby finished loading samples into Major Mass Spec. "Okay, be good for Tony and McGee my babies. I'll be back for you soon."

Abby sighed and left the lab as well.

Three hours later, CODIS registers a hit on the DNA found from the foreign hair. An hour after that Gibbs, Tony, and McGee are on their way to an apartment complex.

"NCIS!" Gibbs barked. "We have a warrant for your arrest."

He, he. Evil cliffhanger alert again. I know you hate me right now for the cliffy, but who do YOU think gets arrested? Find out in the next chapter! Until next time, Maylee