Chapter XV - Incident at Potomac Park

0747 Local_1247 Zulu
Quantico Youth Center
Quantico MCB, Virginia

A/N1: Thanks to Anonny for the lip reading of the show. Watched that ep a thousand times and still missed that one. Also when you go from a transcript of the show [as I did], I should have realized that mistakes do creep in. :)

Sergeant James Garrel walked into the youth center and was surprised to see that it was virtually empty. Usually the waiting room and hallways of the center were a teeming mass of little kids, teens and parents taking advantage of the services offered.

He walked up to the quiet receptionist desk. Even the phones weren't ringing the way they usually were. "Slow morning, Clarice?"

"I've learned never look a gift horse in the mouth," Clarice quipped looking up from her workstation. "Besides you know as well as I do this is always the calm before the inevitable storm." She gave him a saucy smile. "What can I do for you, James?"

James Garrel grinned at her. Clarice's husband, Tom, had served with him on his first tour in Afghanistan. James looked after him like he was his younger brother and Clarice had been grateful for that. The three had developed a fast friendship after the tour and Tom had transferred stateside.

"Is Andrea or Phil in this morning yet, or are you letting them sleep in?" he teased.

Andrea Chen and Phil Ronney were the equivalents of supervisor and manager/owner, respectively, of the youth center. For them not to be in their offices by now indicated that it was indeed a slow morning. That actually was a point in Sergeant Garrel's favor because he figured he needed a little time to say what was on his mind.

Clarice looked down at her desk pad calendar. "Andrea has a ten o'clock appointment with Ronny and Corporal Gelton, and Phil should be in any moment-"

An older man with graying hair, pencil thin mustache and briefcase opened the buildings' main doors and made his way into the waiting room.

'-now" The older gentleman looked up at the mention of his name "Perfect timing, Phil. James wanted to talk to you."

Phil smiled at the Marine Sergeant as they shook hands. "Jim, how are you doing?"

The Marine Sergeant was noncommittal. "As well as can be expected, sir."

Phil nodded understanding what James meant. "Ah well, yes, that's true…how is Connie?"

Every time someone mentioned his sister he had to fight hard not to let his emotions overwhelm him. He and Connie had always been close, so when that hit and run driver left her shattered body on the street on that cold December morning, James had nearly commandeered a flight back to the states to find the lowlife.

"No change sir," he said a little stiffly. "The doctors…the doctors…they aren't very hopeful."

There wasn't much Phil could say to that. But he knew he had to say something, no matter how trite it sounded. "Connie was a real ray of sunshine around here, Jim," because it really wasn't for Connie, it was for James.

He gave the doctor a weak smile. "I know, sir," he said quietly.

"Any chance that she might pull through?" There was hope in Phil's voice.

The Marine Sergeant though was resigned to what fate awaited her. "The doctors have done all they can, it's just a matter of time now, sir." He didn't have any illusions about what might happen next.

"Well if there is anything I can do," Phil added that's a pretty useless statement, he thought darkly. Still it was the best he could do. He wasn't a vigilante and crying now with the Marine wouldn't help.

His words gave James' heart a tug. "Thank you, sir, that means a lot."

Phil thought they needed a change in subject, but with his concerns focused on the Marine Sergeant the first thing that sprang to mind was about his other 'family'. "How are you doing? I heard your unit was handled pretty roughly over there."

"We got back, sir," James said evasively. He really didn't want to talk about this. He knew that Phil meant well. Hell they all meant well. But he just wasn't ready to talk about it. He was still trying to process it himself. The mandatory counseling he had gone through just after he got back had helped some, but it had started after he rescued Loren Singer from the Potomac and truthfully, he had only half listened to the counselor.

Phil knew what he was wrestling with. He had served in Desert Storm, and while it was dubbed the Whirlwind War,' it still had its dark little corners of hell. "Well, if you need to talk."

James though wasn't ready to take that plunge. "Thank you sir, but I'm okay, thanks for your concern, though. There is another matter though I'd like to speak to you about."

Phil nodded. He wasn't ready yet, but he promised himself that when Jim was ready, he would be too. He turned and gave Clarice a warm smile.

"Thanks Clarice, I'll take him from here." Clarice Knowles nodded and watched as the two headed for Phil's office.

Phil absently unlocked the door and turned on his office lights. "Come on in," he offered, "I've got an hour before my first appointment."

They both walked in and settled down, James sitting in the chair facing Phil's desk and Phil putting his satchel on the floor next to his chair. Then he walked back to a chair next to James' and turned it so it faced the Marine Sergeant. James did the same.

"So what brings you to our little corner of the world?" Phil said as an opening.

"Well sir, I'm helping a Lieutenant, a navy officer, she was involved in an accident," James Garrel said obliquely, not wanting to get into too many details. Phil didn't need to know he had rescued the Lieutenant.

Phil leaned forward and steepled his hands in front as front of him as they rested on the arms of his chair. "Okay." He guessed that the Sergeant had somehow been involved in that rescue of the injured Lieutenant in Rock Creek Park – at least that was the story the media was giving the public.

"She has amnesia from the accident. I'm trying to figure out ways to help jog her memory. I know that you've dealt with this in some of the kids that come in here. Connie mentioned it to me a couple of times."

Phil nodded. "That's true, although Andrea might be a better one to help with this, but I'll do what I can," He was dealing with the Lieutenant Jane Doe as the media had dubbed her at the time. The limelight on the story had faded after a week as the media moved on to their next hot news item, but he knew that Jane Doe was probably still in the hospital.

James was glad that he was willing to help. "Thanks sir,"

Phil began is clinical assessment. "Okay what can you tell me about this naval Lieutenant's condition?"

James knew this was going to sound farfetched as far stories go. But it was the truth. At least part of the truth. "Well, I've been talking with a Medical Examiner, Donald Mallard, who first treated her-"

Phil Ronney was intrigued. "A medical examiner?" Why would an ME be involved in an amnesia case?

"First doctor that she saw after the accident," James said quickly not wanting to lose his momentum. "He told me she has retrograde amnesia and has some loss of procedural memories from a blow to the back of the head as a result of the accident."

Phil went back to his assessment. "Can you tell how extensive her memory loss is?"

"She doesn't remember anything about the accident itself. No memory of who she was, her career, or her occupation."

Severe retrograde amnesia. "None at all? What does, or did, she do before the accident?"

James hedged. He knew the media had released some details but nothing specific that would allow her potential killer to find her. "She works for the Judge Advocate General's office…she's an attorney,"

So a naval officer, attorney, with amnesia. "I see, what does she remember?" he asked.

James shook his head. "Bits and snatches of her childhood and some other memories from her past and that's about it."

Phil knew there was more. He had known Connie and Jim since they were teens. He knew when Jim was holding back and that's what he was doing right now. "What aren't you telling me, Jim?"

He sighed. Phil always had been able to read him pretty well. Well revealing this part might help but wouldn't compromise her safety. "She remembers being a battered child, at least, that's what she think she remembers, sir. Can you help?"

Possible child abuse, most likely repressed memories and now on top of that, a head injury. This was something a trained professional should be handling and probably was. But he knew Jim Garrel's heart was in the right place. "Jim, what you're doing is very noble, but be very careful about fraternization, from what little I know about her condition, she could reach out to you unintentionally."

James nodded. He still felt the heat from Special Agent Gibbs' taking him to task. He had stepped over the line, but now he knew and he just wanted to help her any way he could. "I know sir, I've started to distance myself from her, but I'd like to have her brought by, let her talk with you or Andrea, sir,"

Phil sat back and sighed. He wanted to help the Marine Sergeant, but he also didn't want him to get any more involved with the Lieutenant. Also he wanted to be careful because he didn't want to wreck any progress her doctors and therapists might be making with her. "All right, as soon as she's ambulatory and if her doctors approve, have her brought by. But I don't want you hanging around. Is there someone else that can stay with her while she's here?"

James smiled when he thought about Doctor Mallard. "I think I know just the person, sir."

xxxvxx

During the course of the evening, Faith convinced Harm that he should be held for questioning with regards to the Singer case. If he refused, she would be unable to stop Gibbs from charging him with assault with the intent to kill. It went against the Commander's grain, but he agreed to the deal. In exchange for his cooperation, Gibbs had him moved to the conference room and his handcuffs removed. Director Morrow signed off on not informing Admiral Chegwidden or the SECNAV for 24 hours, but that's all he could guarantee. So the JAGMan team had to work fast if they were going to clear Harmon Rabb.

Gibbs took another pull from his coffee cup. He lost count how many he had consumed in the course of the last ten hours, but at least he wasn't jittery. The JAG officer had been fairly quiet during the evening. Gibbs had expected him to be talkative, but he wasn't. No offers of deals, no bargaining. The more he observed him, the more his gut told the NCIS agent that this wasn't their man.

Gibbs heard a knock at the door. When he went to see who it was, there stood a smiling Anthony D. DiNozzo. Gibbs went out into the hall and closed the door.

"What is it DiNozzo?"

The former Baltimore PD detective was more ebullient than usual. "Hey, hey! Dobbs is coming in with a cover he and the Marines found in the brush just below the falls! A cover just like that one!" He pointed to the room where Rabb's cover laid on the table.

0935 Local_ 1435 Zulu
Bethesda Naval Hospital
Bethesda, Maryland

Donald Mallard was walking through the parking lot when he spotted Marine Sergeant Garrel coming toward him.

"Doctor," the Marine said greeting him with a smile.

Ducky smiled back. "Ah, good morning Sergeant, we haven't seen you for while…"

"There's a reason for that, sir," he said simply.

The NCIS ME nodded sagely. "I rather suspected that was the case. So are you here to find out how she's progressing?"

"No, actually I came by to ask you a favor,"

"Oh?"

Without pausing, James plunged ahead presenting his idea. He didn't want to get cold feet at the last moment. "I have a friend at the Quantico Youth Center who might be able to help with her memory. Would you be willing to take her down there?"

Donald Mallard thought about the request for a moment. "That's a rather unusual request. I didn't know they were experienced in this sort of thing,"

"They deal with amnesia cases in some of the children and teens that come in," James explained. "Because we suspect she was a battered child, they might be able to help,"

Ducky digested that. "I see. Well, I'm available later this afternoon, if that will work."

James gave him a shy grin. "Thanks Doctor, I'll have the Corporal drive you over there since she's still in protective custody."

"Let's not rush things, my lad. Her other doctors will have to agree to this," Ducky cautioned.

James had almost overlooked that. "Thanks for that reminder, Doctor. I'll get you Phil Ronney's credentials and an outline of what I'm proposing,"

"Perfect m'boy," Ducky said smiling as they walked together. "Now, as for Ms. Laurie Singer…."

xxxvxx

Laurie found herself dressed in a Class A winter naval uniform standing in front of Dr. Mallard who was on the witness stand. Ducky was nattily dressed as usual, bow tie, tweed suit.

"Dr. Mallard. You performed the autopsy on Lieutenant Singer. Can you tell us when she died?"

Laurie only heard part of the answer because she so shocked. "…the poor girl was trapped in the winter ice and thawed in the spring…." In this dream, she was dead but here she was talking to Ducky as if it were someone else they were discussing.

"That would make it early January, right?" Laurie continued sounding confident and very sure of herself. A part of Laurie was envious that she could handle this type of situation with such a dispassionate approach. She doubted that she could ever divorce herself so well from such a horrific death.

Ducky nodded, readily agreeing with her. "That would be about right."

Laurie continued to fire questions at him. "Was Lieutenant Singer pregnant?"

The NCIS Medical Examiner looked gravely at Laurie. "Twenty weeks … a girl … she died in utero…"

Laurie wanted to scream, but whatever role she was playing in this dream wouldn't let her. All she could think was 'I've lost my baby…'

Lawyer Laurie continued on with her questioning. "Can you tell us the extent of the Lieutenant's injuries, Doctor?"

Ducky leaned a little closer to the microphone. "She suffered blunt force post-trauma to the posterior of her skull…the Lieutenant drowned…she was alive when her body entered the water…I discovered water residue in her lungs…found a metallic sliver in the wound around the skull fracture consistent with her head hitting a railing on a the bridge walkway over the falls before she went into the water…."

'Oh God!' Laurie thought, 'What a horrible way to die!' And then if that wasn't bad enough then she was frozen like a popsicle and thawed out in the spring to float until someone found her….

Lawyer Laurie was unmoved. She continued her questions. Cold, clinical, precise. Laurie was beginning to strongly dislike this person. Was this how she was in the past? Was this her before the accident? "What else did you discover?"

Donald Mallard seemed to peer into her soul. He smiled. It was most unsettling. "On your left buttock, we noticed a tattoo of a stalking leopard – majestic, brilliant. I've only seen one other like it on a tango dancer in Buenos Aires who died of dehydration. I was on sabbatical-"

Laurie gasped as she woke up in a sweat, grasping at her unborn child.

xxxvxx

Having just left the conference room where Rabb was sequestered, Coleman, Gibbs and Tony entered the bull pen area just in time to see the SJA Major finishing a phone conversation. "Yeah? Really? Wow, Abby, you're the girl of my dreams." He turned to both agents and Command Coleman as he snapped his cell phone shut. All three had perturbed looks on their faces. "That was Abby," he explained.

Gibbs was not pleased with this turn of events. "She's calling you?"

Now it was McBurney's turn to smirk. He nodded. "Hmm. We were separated at birth. She's invited us to the lab," Faith didn't like that look on his face and was probably going to like Abby's news even less.

He gave Faith a superior look. What the Goth Forensic Specialist told him would derail Faith's exoneration efforts for Rabb, but those were the breaks. "You'll be interested in this, you should come. Partake of the wonders of science."

The North Island JAG didn't know what he meant by that last cryptic statement but she was not about to let the boy's club go down there and misinterpret what Abby Sciuto had found.

"I wouldn't dream of staying up here and letting you draw the wrong conclusions from what Abby has discovered."

Jack didn't let her halfhearted attempt at a barb dampen his good humor. The four of them headed for the stairwell.

xxxvxx

Frenetic rock music assaulted the four as they made their way into Abby Sciuto's laboratory. She turned down the music when she saw she had guests.

"Nice lab you got here," Jack looked around at the graphic wall photos that adorned the room. "Interesting Martha Stewart on LSD touches around the place, too."

Abby looked unusually shy when he said that. "It's just a hobby." Tony and Gibbs shared a surprised glance. They had never seen Abby shy around anyone before. Faith watched the interaction between these two with great interest.

The SJA Major nodded while looking at another image on her wall. "This one's hanging upside down. Duodenum's heading north."

Abby was seriously impressed. "That's how the body was found. Wow. Nice to meet a lawyer who actually knows his stuff. I mean, forensically speaking." Tony knew flirting when he saw it and Abby was doing it unashamedly. He could also tell that Faith Coleman was a little irked at Jack's interest in her signals.

Jack turned and looked at Abby and nodded toward her monitor. "Lieutenant Singer's plane ticket?"

Abby nodded as she moved closer to the screen and him. "Yeah."

The SJA Major gave her a sideways glance as he continued to scan the image like he was looking at a work of art. "You got the date nailed?"

Abby smiled confidently. This was her domain. And she loved showing off her skills especially to a hunk like this Marine Major. "Yeah. About a hundred percent. She was on a flight scheduled for 6:00am on January 6."

Faith's tone when she cut in on this cozy little conversation was decidedly icy. "That's all very intriguing Ms. Sciuto, but why don't we focus on what you've found that got us down here?"

Abby looked at her as if she had hit the lithe little black haired Goth with a verbal 2 x4. Tony had to work hard to hide his smile. Gibbs was impassive.

"Oh right, sorry," Abby mumbled.

Jack ignored Faith's clipped tone and turned and looked at the cover on the counter that had been brought in from Potomac Park by Agent Dobbs. "What about the cover they found?"

Abby pushed her chair over to the counter.

"Well, I'm still doing fiber analysis on it, but I found this ID tag in the visor. I've a series of latents and partials off the cover itself. So far, AFIS can't match them, but check this out," She picked up the ID tag and put it on the camera monitor.

"I see a … butterfly. What do you see?" The Goth Forensic Scientist gave the SJA Major another shy playful grin. For some reason Faith found herself fighting against wanting to roll her eyes. Why did Abby's antics with Major McBurney irritate her so?

Jack, though intrigued by her, was not taking her bait but gave her a sly smile. "More work to do. The key to solving this case is finding out who really wanted to kill Lieutenant Singer by tying someone – be it Rabb or someone else - to the night she was tossed into the Potomac," he pointed to the other monitor that showed the chemical analysis that Abby had done earlier of Loren's last meal before the incident. "That's why her stomach contents, the bar napkin – all the forensics have got to be tight."

Abby rolled her eyes. Now she understood why Gibbs didn't like lawyers. "Well…duh," Jack and the others stared at her. The Goth Forensic Specialist colored and cleared her throat. "Uh, definitely."

Like Faith, Gibbs was annoyed too, but for a different reason. He didn't have time for Abby to be mooning over this Marine lawyer. He needed to solve this case. "You analyze the handwriting?"

Abby's shy grin disappeared as she pointed to the monitor and a name appeared on the ID label.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "It's definitely Commander Rabb's,"

McBurney nodded. He had heard all he needed to. "Let's log all of this into evidence." He turned to Faith. "Still think Commander Rabb is innocent?"

Faith didn't say anything, but her jawline became tighter. She had to fight to keep dark thoughts from making her say something to him that she would regret. It was all still circumstantial and once they were away from little Miss Goth Forensic Guru, she would convince him of that.

Since that was the extent of Abby's latest discovery, they decided as group to head back upstairs and they turned to leave.

"If the hat does fit, you can't acquit," Abby announced proudly. All four stopped their exit from the lab and looked blankly at Goth Forensic Specialist "Oh, come on," she half whined, "One of you would have said it if you'd thought of it first,"

Jack and Faith shared a glance. His hid the hint of a smile and hers a flicker of exasperation. They both looked at her without comment and then headed back upstairs along with Tony.

Gibbs stopped, motioning to Tony to follow them upstairs. Tony knew Abby had messed up and he didn't want to be there when the gray haired agent informed her of that faux pas.

"Good job," Gibbs said in his usual tolerant manner.

Abby knew that this coming from Gibbs was considered high praise. "Thanks," she said warmly with a big confident, almost cocky grin on her face.

Gibbs was about to dampen that sunny smile though. He leaned in close her, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Next time, Abby, don't go calling lawyers. You call me."

Abby's cocky grin vanished. She nodded meekly, chastised.

xxxvxx

Gibbs walked out of the lab and caught up with Tony as he headed up the stairs. He could tell the former Baltimore PD detective was having second thoughts about Commander Rabb being guilty despite what Abby had just shown them. They stopped on the landing between the bull pen and Abby's lab.

Tony had been with the former Marine Gunnery Sergeant long enough to know what he was thinking. "You still think Rabb's innocent, don't you? Despite what Abby just showed us."

Gibbs nodded. His 'gut' was screaming at him. "Don't you?"

"Well, what are we going to do?" Tony asked. He left off the 'boss' but Gibbs knew it was implied. It was his call.

Gibbs was silent but only for a moment. "We're going to let the Commander go and you're going to go back over the evidence we have and see what doesn't fit."

Having said that, the Head of the DC MCRT started to go up the stairs when Tony asked, "What about you? What are you going to do?" Gibbs rarely ever let him take lead, so what was so important that he would turn the lead on this case over to him?

"I'm going to talk with Command Coleman and Major McBurney and see what theories they have about who might have wanted Lieutenant Singer dead. Go back over all the evidence we have now," he said as headed up the stairs, leaving Tony to contemplate about what he was going to do.

xxxvxx

Harmon Rabb, Junior was glad to be back at JAG Corps Headquarters. He still couldn't believe they had let him go. All Gibbs had told him in response to why they were letting him go was 'Don't leave town'.

Since no one, except for the Admiral, knew where he had been, there was no questions about why he was called to NCIS Headquarters. He was, though, mildly surprised that the JAG didn't say anything to him about being questioned until he learned the firestorm that Lindsey's audit report had started.

All the enlisted personnel were abuzz about the report. When they saw Harm enter, they quickly scattered to their desks or other duty stations. The aviator/lawyer walked over to his door and noticed it was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, he saw the results of Gibbs' team as they had gathered anything in his office that was pertinent to the Singer case. He sighed as he looked at the mess they had left. He dropped his briefcase in the chair facing his desk as he looked around.

There wasn't really much he could do at this point. Gibbs would return the files as soon as he wasn't a suspect anymore, so there wasn't any use in filing a complaint. Not wanting to see the chaos of his office anymore, he walked back out into the bull pen and closed the door.

Noticing Mac's office open and her lights on, he walked over to the doorway of her office and rapped on her door jamb.

Mac, who had been deeply involved in reading, looked up at him.

"Hey," she said with a soft smile.

Harm gave her a lop-sided half grin. "Hey yourself," He pointed at the thick report with the light blue cover. "Is that Lindsey's audit you're reading?"

The Light Colonel nodded as she made another notation on her copy of the audit. "Yup, there's another copy on my desk if you want to look at it."

Harm picked it up off her desk and began paging through it as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

For a few minutes both were quiet as they read through the Lindsey's so-called audit of JAG Corps Headquarters. Mac, when not making notes on her copy, noticed the Commander's eyebrows raise when he would read a particular section.

Mac finished reading her copy and looked up at him with a sigh. "Well, one thing you can say about Commander Lindsey. He's thorough," she said glumly.

Harm gave her a disgusted snort. "Obsessive compulsive is more like it. You're a 'security risk'" he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looked at her trying to shake her out of her funk from reading this trash.

The SJA Colonel immediately took up the challenge. "Hey, you're a 'loose cannon,'" she said with a thin smile.

Harm gave her a wry grin in return. "Don't I know it. I show 'consistent and reckless disregard for responsibility,'" As he finished reading the quote, he rolled his eyes.

Mac liked seeing him playful like this. He had been so moody lately, so she upped the gamesmanship a little more. "And I love this one: 'unsupervised TAD with members of the opposite sex,'"

"You and me," Harm said looking at her. Mac was momentarily flustered. Sometimes those looks he gave her sent chills up and down her spine. Okay MacKenzie, head back in the game.

Mac paged open her copy before slapping it shut again for emphasis. "This is all ridiculous. I can't believe the Admiral would just roll over. There's gotta be a reason for it-"

"He wants to get married," the aviator/lawyer announced. Mac hadn't been there when AJ had told them this.

Mac shook her head. The Marine attorney began mentally weighing what was in the report versus what she knew about her CO. "No, that's not the reason. There's something else…" But she didn't know what.

Harm could tell she was on to something so it was best to get out of her way. He stood up walked over to the doorway. "I don't know Mac. Whatever it is, Lindsey's upset because he believes the Admiral scuttled his career, so he's out for revenge. Well, he's acted too hastily this time. Revenge is a dish best served cold."

As Harm left the room, Mac sat looking forlornly up at the ceiling, she sighed as she thought aloud about that last comment. "Somehow, I don't feel better,"

xxxvxx

When Tony arrived back in the MCRT bull pen, Gibbs was nowhere to be found. But then neither were the two JAG attorneys. He looked around for the remote for the big monitor.

'You're going to go back over the evidence we have and see what doesn't fit.' Gibbs' thought was drummed into him as he thumbed the remote and an image of Potomac Park coalesced on the screen. Okay, so what was it that made Gibbs' gut tell him Rabb didn't do it? Tony walked over to his desk and opened his middle drawer. He didn't like to admit it, but he needed his glasses sometimes. Not that he was blind or anything, it's just that sometimes little words on the screen were fuzzy. Besides, his contacts had been giving him trouble.

Putting his steel rimmed glasses on as he walked back over and looked at the overhead map of Potomac Park. The red x indicated where Lieutenant Singer was tossed off the pedestrian bridge and into the river. The blue x's indicated where her purse and Commander Rabb's cover were found.

The more he studied it, the more his Baltimore 'detective sense' bugged him. Something here was just not right….

He didn't notice when Vivienne came in the bull pen. She looked at him poring over the map. What now? She thought.

"Hey, Tony, what are you doing? The investigation is wrapped up, isn't it?" The Former FBI Agent hadn't been there when Abby released her findings but word had made its way back to that the evidence she found made it look that Harmon Rabb had done the deed. At least in her mind.

Tony continued to study the map. "Is it?" he said distractedly.

Vivienne smirked at him 'playing' detective. "Oh, you're in Gibbs' camp now? Rabb didn't do it?" she teased.

Tony sighed and turned to look at her. "Think outside of the FBI box for sec, Viv. It's too perfect. I'm a cop. It just doesn't sit right." He turned back to the map.

Vivienne walked over to the monitor and looked with him. "Sits all right from where I stand," she declared.

Tony though was going over the evidence aloud. "Dobbs found Rabb's cover upriver near the bridge where Lieutenant Singer was dumped in the water. So why was Rabb's cover way up here?"

The former FBI Agent. Looked at the location of the two x's. "Maybe the current caught it and dragged it over to the side," she suggested.

Tony shook his head. He wasn't a wiz in school but when it came to crime scenes he was pretty good. "No, the current wouldn't do that here."

Vivienne looked hard at where the cover had ended up and realized he was right. "So the cover got caught in some branches," she offered.

Tony shook his head while still looking at the map. "I don't think so."

Vivienne smirked. "You really are sounding like Gibbs," she replied sarcastically.

-TBC…