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Chocolate chip cookies

Gibbs took his NCIS cap off and started scratching his head. He didn't know where to begin with, what to process first. The crime scene was too large to be covered by one team. Just as he was about to pull his phone out of his pocket and call for back up, a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned around only to glare at Fornell's worried face.

"Care to tell me why my marine is murdered on your military base, Fornell?" Gibbs asked.

"Well Gibbs, if I would know, you wouldn't be here. Now get your team and let's have a closer look on this. My men have not touched anything, just kept the curious people of our backs." Fornell explained, moving towards the crime scene.

The crime scene was actually the entrance of a hanger. A fighter jet, an F-35 Lightning II was half way out of the building, but its nose was covered in blood. The wheels and parts of the fuselage were also covered with large blood stains. In front of the plane, lay a dismembered body. It was hardly possible to recognize the poor fellow, and from what Gibbs could tell, the marine's abdomen had been sliced open and his intestines have been ripped out. His face was smashed, his skull in pieces and parts of his brain were scattered on the concrete.

"Tobias how do we know that this guy is a marine? He had no ID, no dog tags, nothing." Gibbs asked, trying to figure out why the hell he was sitting on a military base, with a dismembered body in front of him and the FBI on his back.

"We found a tattoo on his right arm, a marine's tattoo." Fornell explained.

"Tobias you know that this guy doesn't necessarily have to be a marine. I mean kids do this all the time. They tattoo an anchor on their arm and then think they are marines." Gibbs explained.

"The words Semper Fi, mean anything to you?" Fornell enquired.

Gibbs did not answer, so Fornell patted him on the back and plainly stated "Though so."

"Agent Fornell!" somebody yelled out from inside the hanger.

Fornell and Gibbs made their way to the place where the voice was heard only to receive a shock yet again. The man's intestines were hanging from the tail of the jet, underneath a pool of blood.

Fornell quickly covered his mouth and Gibbs shook his head.

"There's more sir." The young agent spoke.

"More? How can there be more? There is hardly anything left from this poor guy." Gibbs spoke.

"It seems our killer left a message, on the downside of the F-35's wing. All three agents positioned themselves under the wing so they could read the message. "You'll pay!" was written in big black letters. The words were written with a black marker pen, but there were traces of blood every where.

Gibbs exhaled loudly and made his way to his team, which was waiting impatiently.

"What do we have boss?" Tony asked anxious.

"Tony you sketch, McGee, bag and tag, and Ziva I will need you on this one as well. Photograph the scene." He spoke, his voice mixed with concern and anger.

All three nodded and made their way to their duties. They knew that things were bad and it was best not to disobey Gibbs's orders.

All three NCIS agents did their jobs without getting distracted as usual, and Gibbs was surprised by how professional they acted. Although he knew they always did their jobs properly, they liked to goof around, joke and try to improve the mood. Now all of them had wrinkles on their foreheads and were paying attention only to the crime scene. He also noticed that Tony became very pale when he got to the back side of the F-35, and McGee was fighting the urge to vomit. When he turned to observe Ziva better, Gibbs grew concerned. Every time she bowed down or kneeled next to the body or the jet she would grimace in pain, and once in a while clutch her stomach with her hand. The gray haired agent mentally head slapped himself for letting her work, even though she was a great help to the team. Impatiently he cheeked his watch again, only to notice that barley five minutes had passed since he had called Ducky. Palmer was driving and it was naturally that they would get lost yet again.

He walked up to Ziva and grabbed her arm, while she was ducking once again to take a close up.

"That's enough Ziva! Go and sit down." He softly spoke.

"Gibbs I am fine, don't worry." She tried to convince him.

"Ziva I have been observing you for the past ten minutes. You keep clutching your stomach, you are not fine. Now go and sit down." The elderly agent said in a more firm tone.

She tried to launch another attack on him, trying to convince him that she was fine, but a firm grip around her waist and the soft voice whispering in her ear made her change her mind.

"Ziva, I'm done with the sketching, I can take over for you. Go and sit down…Please!" Tony hissed, and she nodded obediently.

Ziva made her way to the van, turning once in a while to look back on the others. She was in a way glad that she could sit down for a while. Her stomach wound was killing her and she hoped that once at headquarters she could lie down in the director's office for an hour.

Just as she sat down in the van she could see Ducky and Palmer approaching.

"Hello Ducky! You made it." She spoke, her exhaustion vibrating from her voice.

"Ah Ziva my dear! Are you alright, you look rather pale?" the Scotsman asked.

"I'm fine Ducky." She explained with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"You're sure? I can check up on you if you want." He trailed away.

"Ducky, you got yourself a very pissed Gibbs on your hands. I think the dead marine needs you more." She patiently explained, hoping that she could get read of him.

"Oh! Alright then, we should be going then. Mister Palmer; my bag please." Ducky yelled out.

"Yes doctor. Right away." A muffled voice responded.

Both of them passed Ziva and she smiled at both of them.

"It was about time you got here Duck! Palmer where the hell did you learn to drive?" Gibbs barked frustrated.

"Alright Jethro, leave the poor boy alone and take me to my patient." Ducky jumped in, trying to stop Gibbs's attempts of verbally murdering Palmer.

All three men walked up to the dead body, Palmer being the first to turn around and vomit behind the nearest bush.

"Oh for heavens sake mister Palmer, you act like you haven't seen a dead mutilated body in your entire life!" Ducky spoke irritated.

"I'm sorry doctor!" Palmer apologized between breaths.

The medical examiner took out his thermometer, inserting it into the liver. The precision with what the body was opened amazed Ducky. Although the marine's intestines had been basically ripped out of his abdomen, his liver was intact.

"Do you have a time of death Ducky?" Gibbs asked impatiently.

"Well it seems our poor fellow died around ten to twelve hours ago." The examiner informed.

"Do you have a cause of death Duck?" Gibbs trailed away.

"Goodness, no Jethro. I have to get him back to the autopsy, I will know more when I open him up….well more then he already is." Ducky stated.

"Mister Palmer the gurney please." He called out waiting for his assistant to return.

Once the body was loaded into the truck, Gibbs turned to face Fornell, when he heard Ziva's and McGee's voice calling out his name. He rushed to meet the two agents and when he got in close to them he could see that McGee was holding a bloody knife.

"I do believe this might be our murder weapon." Ziva spoke out.

"Good job you two. Now get DiNozzo and lets get back to headquarters." He spoke, while looking at Ziva moving towards Tony. He could see that she was tiered, still holding on to her stomach.

"Boss…ahm…may I make a remark?" McGee shyly asked.

Gibbs nodded and McGee trailed away. "Boss, could you please talk to her to go home, or at least see Ducky after he finishes. She's been clutching her stomach for some time now, and I'm kind of worried."

Gibbs smiled and put a hand on Tim's shoulder, making the young agent look up only to meet his boss's firm look.

"I will talk to her." He plainly stated and got into the van. He could see Tony and Ziva getting near the truck, and he noticed that Ziva was shyly holding on to Tony's jacket. Tony didn't see to have noticed it, but somehow Gibbs knew that Tony was aware of Ziva's condition but didn't want to upset her by nagging her about it.

Once back at NCIS, Gibbs disappeared for a coffee break, McGee went down to the lab to bring Abby the goodies, and Tony lifted his feet to his desk, enjoying a cup of coffee, but also closely observing Ziva.

The Mossad liaison officer had been searching for her pain killers, hoping that she could stop the pain. It became unbearable and she desperately wanted to lay down for a bit. Just as she was about to scream, Tony kneeled next to her, holding a box of pain killers in his right hand.

"I always keep a box with me, just in case." He said taking her hand.

"Thank you Tony." She smiled her face pale.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? I'll talk to Gibbs, let you go home." He trailed away.

"No!...I mean, don't do that Tony. I'm not feeling that bad. I'm going to go into Jenny's office and just lay down for a bit." She explained, hoping that he would understand that she didn't want to go home alone.

"Ok baby. I'll take you up." He spoke, standing up.

"Tony, I'm not an invalid. I am perfectly capable of climbing those stairs." She said, grinning.

He went back to his desk, still looking at her, but he had that look in his eyes. Ziva knew exactly what it was, and she didn't want to see it there.

She bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Stop worrying my love. I am alright." She whispered seductively.

"I know Ziva, but I nearly lost you once, I don't want to take any chances." He continued, but Ziva placed another kiss on his lips and then disappeared up the steps.

At that moment Gibbs walked into the bull pen and Tony jumped up from his desk.

"Boss Ziva's at the directors, lying down for a while. Please don't get upset with her. I told her to go home but she didn't want to. She'll be back into the office in an hour." Tony frenetically explained.

"It's ok DiNozzo. I wanted to send her home or at least see Ducky after he finished, but I'm glad she's resting now." Gibbs trailed away.

Several hours had passed, and they were still waiting for the prints to hit a match and for Ducky to finally finish the autopsy. Jenny had come down to tell them that Ziva was asleep and Gibbs decided it was for the best to let her rest.

Now he needed to see if Ducky's conversation could bring them a step closer to the killer.

"What you got for me Duck?" he asked the moment the doors to the autopsy lab slide open.

"Ah Jethro! Right on time. I have good and bad news for you." the medical examiner began.

"Start with the bad news Duck." Gibbs spoke tiredly.

"Well your killer is very good at his job. There hasn't been one single strain of hair or DNA on this poor man's body." He explained, indicating the body.

"However, I can now tell you what killed him, well Abigail should phone me any second and tell me, and I can piece together how this man died.

First of all, I examined his head wound. It was done post mortem, exactly like the four out of five stabs he received. I have found in his stomach residue of his last meal, chocolate chip cookies." Ducky continued to explain,

"Ducky, what killed him, the fifth stab wound?" Gibbs asked impatiently.

"All in good time my dear Jethro. As I was saying, he was still alive when he received the first stab wound, but it did not kill him, but it certainly helped out. I have sent the content of our John Doe up to Abby, she should have answers."

"Hey Ducky, hey Gibbs." The squeaky voice of the over caffeinated Goth echoed through the room.

"Hey Abs. You have some answers?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes oh grumpy on, I have the results. Ducky you were right, he was poisoned with Arsenic." She explained.

"Just as I suspected it. You see Jethro, this poor fellow had vomited something that had a green-yellowish color and not at all the color of chocolate cookies, plus there was some excess saliva dried up next to his mouth, this letting me suspect that our poor John Doe, might have dyed of Arsenic poisoning." Ducky proudly clarified.

"That's all good Ducky, but you still haven't told me about that first stab wound." Gibbs said.

"Jethro, it seems that the marine was trying to control his movements, try to get away from whoever was hurting him. However the large dose of arsenic was making any attempts of flight impossible; he was struggling to stay alive. Our killer then took this knife here"….pointing at the knife on a small table…"and stabbed him, in the process cutting an artery resulting in bleeding inside his abdomen, explaining the large amount of blood we found. I didn't kill him, because he was barely breathing any more when the killer stabbed him. Within minutes after the first time he was stabbed, our John Doe, died, the poison killing him, and then the killer continued to stab him." Ducky explained while Abby and Gibbs continued to listen intrigued.

"Thanks Duck." Gibbs said, moving towards the door.

"I'm not finished Jethro!" Ducky shouted making Gibbs turn back.

"There is more?" he cautiously and skeptically asked.

"I just wanted to tell you, that we are dealing here with some one who knows his way around bodies. Maybe some one with medical training; the incision to his abdomen and the removal of the small intestine was very precise. After that I think the killer got annoyed or angry, and he ripped a part of the large intestine, but in the end started cutting with precision." Ducky described, looking at the body

"Wow the poor guy was killed by a doctor baking chocolate chip cookies." Abby said, but only Palmer, Ducky and a very dead John Doe could hear her; Gibbs had already left the room.

TBC...

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