Tony points to himself as if it was obvious, "Because dealing with an angry woman requires a great deal of sensitivity. Clearly not an area of expertise for you." "Well I don't doubt that you have more experience with angry women," McGee said matter-of-factly. Ziva laughs, as does Beckett while Tony turns back to McGee seriously. "You see, now that wasn't very sensitive was it?" Ziva shakes her head at the ceiling, "The man has one serious relationship and all of a sudden he's an expert." Tony sighs, snapping slightly. "Alright! There is one clear-cut undeniable reason why I should be the own to talk to Abby." "If you say it's because she owes you a dollar, I'm gonna kick you in the head," Beckett grunts out pointing to him. Tony pauses before, "Well... she does. Now," he turns jumping when he comes face to face with Gibbs, "uh, we ran down I.D.'s on the remains, got a hit on the woman." Beckett shook her head, setting her water down, "One intact fingerprint off her left hand led us to a match on a driver's license. Marilyn Torrance, age 58 of Tyson's corner." Gibbs removes his jacket as she speaks, his eyes locked to the plasma above her desk, and she finds herself watching his movements. Until he glances down to her, making her quickly shift her eyes. Clearing her throat, "Uh.... no case file because her nephew and his wife never reported her missing."
McGee already got in touch with them, and they're on their way in now. Ducky called, thankfully because that was all the team had so far, and they made their way down to him.
"There were dismembered by severing tendons, muscles from ligaments at every joint." "The neck, shoulder, elbow, wrist, hip, knee, ankle, et cetera," Palmer lists off. Beckett smiles to herself, seeing a difference in him. He's become a little more confident, especially since he's been sneaking around with Agent Lee. Beckett is pretty sure no one else knows about that. She didn't even think they knew that she knew. Ducky gestures to the bones, "There's very little damage to the bones themselves, except the rib cage, they were cut." "Bone saw?" Ducky nods to Beckett with a smile, "That's my probable guess. At least one of them was murdered. Blunt-force trauma to the female skull. A blow to the back of the head was certainly enough to kill a woman of her age."
Palmer points to the rib cage on the table, "Fourth-rib-phase analysis suggests that she was in her 70s." According to the DMV for Marilyn Torrance was 58 and Ziva pointed just that out. "Women lie about their age," Tony shrugged his shoulder's. Palmer held up a hand, "But this is her hand." "Not her head," Gibbs said. McGee turned to the other table, "Well maybe that's her head." "That's a man's skull." "Well maybe you reassembled the pieces incorrectly," McGee suggested making Palmer frown. Beckett looked to the bodies they were trying to piece together and the table in front of them, and the count was off. "Oh no," she said with dread making the team look to her, "you can't reassemble the pieces can you?"
Ducky shook his head, "We don't have two full sets of remains." "We're missing pieces," Gibbs stated. Beckett held her hands over the table, "And I'm guessing we are standing in front of a table with the pieces of at least, what, three different people?" "That's correct." "Three more bodies?" "We're missing a lot of pieces," McGee said looking at them. Tony nodded his head looking to Gibbs, "This is more than someone just dumping two bodies." "I think you're looking for a mass murderer," Ducky guessed.
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Gibbs walked into Abby's quiet lab with Tony and Beckett in tow, seeing Abby typing on her computer behind the set of glass doors. "What do you got Abs?" "Decaying flesh, organs and human tissue. The DNA confirms that-" "Five different people," Tony cut her off, making Abby raise her eyebrows. She walked past them and was using a flat tone of voice, very un-Abby. "Well, if you already talked to Ducky, there's not ,much I can tell you. You didn't give me much to work with Gibbs. There's barely any blood. The bodies were probably drained."
"So what, you think we're looking for a vampire?" Tony joked, trying to lighten the mood, but his laughter stopped because of the look on Abby's face. "There are traces of cellulose, fiber, common paper, and string." "The parts were wrapped." "Yeah, but they're too degraded to get any fingerprints off of. There was one thing. The screws from the marble frontispiece. They've been collecting rust since the interment in 1978, but look at the heads. They're scratched." "That's from the screwdriver, it dislodged the rust," Tony guesses. Abby pulled the crime scene photos, "But look at the other crypts. See the screws?" Beckett narrows her eyes, "They're all rusted. Except two." Abby zooms in allowing Gibbs to read the names, "Anson Gage, USMC, Colonel; Raymond Dalton, U.S. Army." "Might be vandalism, but it might be something," Abby said. Gibbs looks over to the two of them expectantly. Beckett nods, "Contact next of kin," "And get permission to open those two crypts. On it boss!" Tony calls to Gibbs as he walks out before turning back to Abby. "Nice catch Abby..... I couldn't help but notice how quiet it is in here. Where's the music?" Abby barely lifted her shoulder, as she stood still with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, "I just wasn't in the mood."
"Anything.... you wanna talk about?" "Why would there be?" Tony looked lost for a second before laughing softly, "Yeah, I don't know, it's just that McGee said that you weren't really acting like yourself, and so I thought-" "So you guys have been talking about me?" She faces him seriously as Beckett watches from the door, wincing at the anger in Abby's voice. "Yeah. No. We're wondering if there was anything bothering you." "You want to know what bothers me? It bothers me when people gossip about other people behind their backs. Do you really think that that is okay?" She raises her eyebrows to him, and Tony thinks for a moment. "Yeah. 'Cause...I mean, it's the only way to gossip. 'Cause if we talked about you in front of your face-"
"Okay, stop stop stop. Shut up," Beckett cuts him off, grabbing the hair at the base of his neck dragging him towards the door, "Get out, do not come back!" She sighs, running her hands through her hair as she walks back over to Abby. "Look, it's not like we meant to gossip Abs. McGee was worried when you didn't seem like our usual Abby. And, usually it takes a lot to do that. You know whatever you say to me, I keep to myself. I'll leave you with that, okay?" Beckett smiles, not wanting to push her, and walks to the door, but Abby's voice stops her in place, slowly walking back over.
"Apparently I am too much for him. Can you imagine that? Me? And it's not what you think. It's not all this," she gestures to her outfit, "he likes, he likes small women. I got dumped because I'm too.... too big. He just doesn't think that we could make it work and I've done everything, I can to try to convince him that he's wrong."
"I guess me saying, if he can't accept you for everything you are then forget him, isn't gonna do much."
"Not really. Any advice?" Beckett laughs, shaking her head sadly. "In the love department? No, considering every time I tried to build something up it fell apart faster than I could put it back together." Abby smiles sadly at the utter defeat, and devastation, in Beckett's eyes, "You must be looking in the wrong places." "Oh yeah?" Beckett tilts her head with a knowing look, making Abby shake hers with a small smile. "Look Abs, you're larger than life. And it's not a bad thing. You know who you are and you don't give a damn what anyone thinks. That's bravery in itself. You're courageous and strong, not to mention extremely confident. And if this guy was dumb enough to walk away from that.... from you, then he's not the one to stand beside you as you fix your own crown. Because you don't need anyone else to do that for you." Abby pulled her into a tight hug, thanking her quietly. Beckett walks backwards towards the door, "Why fit in when you were born to stand out?"
"Dr. Seuss!" Abby points to her. "Those books got me through some tough times." "Friends!" Beckett laughs as she jumps into the elevator just as the doors were closing. She got on so fast she wasn't looking around her, and if he did she would have seen someone standing on the other side of Abby's door, with a smile on his face.
