The team was sitting in the bullpen trying to track down McGee. Tony was, as of yet, unsuccessfully breaking into McGee's computer. Ziva was continuing to page him along with trying IM on his MySpace page. Beckett was taking turns using her desk phone and cell phone to call his cell phone and home phone. Ziva sighed slumping a little in her chair, "McGee's not answering his cell phone, pager or MySpace IM." Tony laughs using both of his pointer fingers to type, "McGee on MySpace, I gotta see that." Gibbs walked in with his usual pace holding the hot coffee Beckett brought him earlier this morning, "Keep calling." "Still trying to get into his calendar boss," Tony stated and Beckett held the phone up signaling she was trying. Ziva held her hands up, "You know, I'm not sure what the problem is. When I was framed by the Iranians for murder, I was late for many hours before anyone even noticed." Gibbs sat at his desk and kept his face neutral, "You're not McGee, Ziva." "McTimex's brain is hard-wired for punctuality. And sadly, scaring away potential mates. There we go," the computer dinged making Beckett walk over. Looking over his shoulder she kept her phone glued to her left ear, since her right was really bothering her. "No doctor's appointments. He does have a personal trainer. Four times a week? And tomorrow, an 8:00 am appointment at a Harley Davidson dealership? Either McGee's won the lottery or he's got a sugar daddy."
Gibbs phone rings, thankfully, and he answers quickly. "Yeah. Gibbs. Where?" "Dead?" Gibbs nods to Tony as he hands up, "Sailor. Waverly campus. Gear up." Tony grabs his pack but asks what the team was thinking, "What about McGee? We haven't found him yet." Director Shepard walks in with a smile as she leans her arm along the short room divider beside Tony's desk, "I did. Or rather he found me. Sent me an email. Woke up sick. Laryngitis, won't be coming into work today." Beckett shouldered her bag as she raised an eyebrow, "Does that mean he sent Gibbs one also?" Gibbs raises his eyebrows slightly with a small smile on his face, leaning over to open his emails. He looks up at the team quickly, "You still here?" Ziva and Tony leave quickly, as Beckett holds her hands up in surrender with a knowing smirk as she followed. Shepard smiles at her, giving Gibbs a challenging look that he didn't see. His eyes were following Beckett as she walked out.
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They arrived on scene, across the street from the campus building photographing the body. Tony furrows his eyebrows deeply, "Well that was quick." "Solve this case already, DiNozzo?" "No. It's my hundredth body. Hey, listen you wouldn't mind taking," he extended the camera over to Gibbs who simply looks up at him, "sorry. That's a bad idea. It seemed less disgusting in my head." Ziva comes up to his shoulder asking him, "By comparison with what else is in there, I'm sure it was." Beckett smiles tapping him on the shoulder, and as soon as he turns she snaps a picture. The flash going off right in his face making him grunt loudly. Gibbs hid his smirk, "Anything useful from that jogger Ziva?" "If 'I saw the body and I called the police' is useful, yes. Otherwise, no. Can't tell you how long the body's been here." Ducky walked up just in time, as usual, and smiled to her, "Luckily, of course I can. I must apologize for our tardiness. We had trouble parking the van. Homecoming. I would have thought McGee would have beaten me here." Gibbs wrote in his notebook and without looking up told him that McGee wasn't there. Ducky looks behind him for a moment, "Really? I could have sworn I saw him in the parking lot." Gibbs noticed from the corner of his eye that Beckett was really taking in her surroundings now. Tony did for a fleeting second, "Well, we're at a college. Pencil-neck geeks are a dime a dozen." Ducky chuckles but Beckett hits his arm lightly. "Preliminary time of death: between ten and twelve hours ago." Ziva called over to the team, "We have another body!" They quickly surround her and look around in confusion. "I thought you said you had another body?" "I do. Actually ten of them," she said calming referring to the ten dead goldfish in the grass.
After getting back to the office Ziva, Beckett and Gibbs walk into autopsy. Ziva was holding the file of the victim, "Dental records confirm the body is Seaman Jeff Petty, currently serving on the USS Enterprise. Docked at Norfolk last night." "Navy notifying the family?" Beckett nodded slightly, "As we speak." Ducky sighed from his place as he very carefully was doing an autopsy on the goldfish, "A duty I do not envy. Yes, when I was an officer with the regiment I was twice called upon to render such services. I prefer combat to telling a family that one of their loved ones shall never be returning. Luckily in this case, we are spared such a duty." Gibbs studies the fish he was referring to and asked, "You got a time of death on those goldfish?" "No time but a cause." Ziva smiled as she started guessing, "Asphyxiation...suffocation? Over-feeding." "Nicotine poisoning. I just got the test results back from Abby. There was enough nicotine in their blood to kill... well, to kill a goldfish. That much is certain." They were confused wondering how it got there but Ducky didn't have an answer. "The cause of death of Seaman Petty is more explicable. Sharp-force trauma to the thoracic area. Punctured the aorta, so death was almost instantaneous. The shape and depth of the wound suggests a," "Combat knife," Ducky, Gibbs and Beckett all say together. They didn't find a knife on scene making Gibbs order Beckett to get DiNozzo to help her keep looking. Beckett stutters, "Well I can because, Tony went home." Gibbs met her eyes strongly confused, "He went, home?" "He wasn't feeling well. Thought McGee might have gotten him sick." "So he went.... home?" Beckett nods stiffly, "Well actually, the Director told him he could go."
Gibbs rolls his eyes and goes to leave, most likely to find the Director and give her hell but Ducky stops him. "Postmortem lividity suggests that Seaman Petty was killed on scene. Tox screen came back negative; no drugs in his system." Ziva nodded and read from the file again, "His CO said he was a model sailor." Ducky holds up one of Seaman Petty's hands, "There was very little trauma beyond the entry wound. No scratches, no DNA in the fingernails." Ziva hummed quietly to herself, "He was surprised." "Or, he knew his killer," Beckett said softly and Gibbs couldn't agree more.
