Breaking rule 12.

The murder inside

TONY'S POV

Gibbs lead us in, with guns and gas masks over our faces. Entering our floor it was obvious people did not leave calmly. The place was trashed. But it looked too trashed. As McGee and Abby gave us the all clear for levels of gas, I put this point to Gibbs.

"There's too much trashing."

"What?" He said, looking at me.

"There's too much trashing boss."

"He's right." Abby chorused.

"Someone's been in and trashed it more than it should be. Come on boss as much as we are humans our agents, we're trained to leave swiftly and calmly. This does not look like it has been left that way." I sighed looking around at the floor, filing cabinates were emptied, drawers and papers were strewn across the floor. Computers smashed.

"Seems your right. Abbs, McGee evidence go." Gibbs barked commands and they hurried off to interrogation room one.

"They were looking for something boss. Our files. They've gone," I bent down to where the computer hard drives should have been "hard drives gone to."

"Have you been in autopsy Jethro?" Duckie asked walking in.

"No not recently duckie."

"You should. It is a mess.""

"Looks like a zombie apocalypse! Body's all over the place!" Palmer said, excitedly dragging the equipment across the room.

"Any bodies not in the mortuary?" I asked.

"Afraid not. All accounted for." Duckie sighed and walked with Palmer into interrogation room.

"No Tony, stay on this floor." Gibbs said following and entering the room.

I sighed and put my phone away "would have made a brilliant photo."

"My autopsy skills aren't great boss, but I would say that suffocation by gas doesn't produce much blood." McGee stated, photographing the large pool of blood on the chair and floor.

"Bravo Tim." Duckie smiled and inspected the body.

"SHe was killed somewhere else" I muttered.

"And bravo Tony." Duckie said again.

"But where? There's no trail of blood. How do you move a body with out leaving a trail of blood." McGee asked.

"Do you fancie doing some cleaning Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked, placing a hair in a dish and sealing it.

"Does it look like I don't do any?"

"Zeva does it." McGee said calmly, I looked at him and sighed.

"Clever probie."

"Tony, Tim. Go photograph next door and McGee tony says our hard drives and files have gone. I want to know if he's right." Gibbs finished as myself and McGee both left.

"I get a feeling I am no longer trusted." I murmured.

"Probably true." McGee replied inspecting the computers.
"You know what the hard drive looks like?" he asked as I clicked away with the camera.

"I learnt." I stood up and walked across to the filing cabinates.
"Yep, someone has a thing against us, most of our cases have gone. Scratch that," I prized of a few post - it - notes of which had zevas hand writing on it. "all of them are gone." I sighed and took photos of empty drawers.

"We should get Abbs in, finger prints." McGee said walking back towards where Gibbs was.

I nodded and went over to my desk, there I noticed something unusual. Under my desk phone I had placed a photo of Zeva that I took when we went to Paris to escort a Witness. I never moved it, I stuck it down with Tape. As I lifted the phone I could see the out line of where the photo was stuck down. It was there this morning, I remember it, because I was or was not looking at it when Gibbs marched in and I had to cover it up. So they took it.

Why would you take a picture of a girl?

Not just any girl though.

As thoughts whirled through my brain I searched through the remaining paper work, on the floor, and found what I needed to.