Remember (Book One of The Avengers Reports)

Chapter Three (Picture of Ziva David)

NCIS Navy Yard

Washington D.C., Capitol of the United States of America

　

"What have you got for me, Abbs?" Gibbs asked, entering a forensic’s lab from the hallway.

He jerked back when he got an earful of pounding rock music, then Abby poked her head up from behind her computer. "Hey, Gibbs!" she greeted him cheerfully. "I was wondering when you’d come."

"Then you’ve got something," Gibbs guessed.

Abby grinned. "That. And some other news."

She stood and walked over to her lab table. "Ducky managed to find me a bullet, and the round was from a twenty-four."

"Rifle?" Gibbs asked.

Abby shook her head. "No. A Glock 24 handgun."

"Rare."

"Not everywhere," Abby assured Gibbs. She turned to her computer and tapped a few keys. A few sites pulled up. "If this was a trained assassin, there are tons of operations everywhere that use Glocks for clean work."

"Not if they leave their bullets behind."

Abby snorted. "No kidding."

Gibbs turned to her. "And the other news?"

Abby’s smile vanished. "Not good news."

"Just tell me you know what killed Lieutenant Sears."

"I don’t," Abby replied sadly. She tapped more keys at her computer, and the image of the wound came up. "I ran a check throughout the country. There’s no knife or anything that could’ve caused this kind of damage."

"So the weapon that killed Sears doesn’t exist," Gibbs concluded.

Abby smiled sadly. "Sorry."

Gibbs shook his head, annoyed, then handed Abby a rather large cup with the name Caf-Pow on the side. "Thanks, Abbs."

He left, and Abby sucked the straw happily, but she still stared at the screen as if hoping the answer would fly out at her.

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Tony looked up as the elevator dinged, and Natasha strode in, looking deep in thought. "Did Admiral Watson have anything?" he asked.

Natasha shook her head. "No," she replied. "Just some camera footage to see if I recognized any of them from the man I saw onboard."

"Was anyone him?" McGee asked.

"‘He,’ McGee," Ziva corrected him.

Natasha shook her head again. "None of them."

Tony leaned back in his chair. "We have no motive," he summed up, "and we still have no idea who tried to kill you."

Natasha nodded. "Basically."

"Well, I don’t like that," a voice announced, and Tony shot upright in his chair as Gibbs entered the bullpen. "Have Ryan Jenkins and Mark Sears been informed yet?"

"They’re both in separate conference rooms," Tony replied.

Gibbs nodded. "Tony and Ziva, talk to Jenkins," he ordered. "Nat, you have Sears."

Natasha nodded and was up out of her chair in an instant, heading off towards the conference rooms. Tony and Ziva were not that far behind.

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