Revenge Is Sweet
- Chapter 2: Crime Scene 1 -
'Clear up stairs,' Ziva calls staring into the bedroom in amazement, she look at the cream fluffy cushions on the bed and her eyes spot the picture frame on the chest of drawers.
'Clear up stairs,' Ziva calls staring into the bedroom in amazement, she look at the cream fluffy cushions on the bed and her eyes spot the picture frame on the chest of drawers. She is drawn to the figures smiling, embracing one another lovingly; they had made a good partnership in more ways than one. She leaves the room and heads back downstairs to join Gibbs and Tony.
'Call McGee, we need this scene processed,' Gibbs growls his eyes darting around the room, Ziva nods and turns to make the call.
As Gibbs stares around the room he realises how little had changed since he had set foot in this room nearly nine years before. The same furniture, same décor, same flowers in fact, only difference was the dead body sprawled in front of him, it ruined the images in his head somewhat. He sighs and turns as Ziva appears behind him, 'he is on his way with Ducky and Palmer,' Jethro nods, he is itching to get out there and look for Jenny but until this evidence was processed he had no idea where to look. He spends the following fifteen minutes staring at the body and out into the garden sighing and trying to work out what was going on.
'Finally,' he growls as hears Ducky and Palmer's voices approaching, 'what took ya so long Duck?' 'I am only human Jethro, and this human got stuck in the mid-morning traffic, now what have we got here?' He carefully steps around the body and kneels down to examine her, he inserts the liver probe and looks at her arms, 'hmmm, hmmm,' 'hmmm,' Gibbs replies looking at the body mockingly, Ducky looks up at him and purses his lips, something was bothering Jethro about this case, he was never usually so impatient. Well, he was impatient but he always let him do his job, this was out of character, he would let it go, for now.
'There appears to be blunt force trauma to the back of the head, minor lacerations to the lower arms,' 'defensive wounds?'
Gibbs asks, 'yes I would think so, there are also bruises on both her wrists which appear to be fingertip bruising, this woman struggled before her untimely demise,' the team look at each other concernedly, Gibbs keeps focused on the job at hand, 'time of death?' 'this poor woman has been dead for approximately seven hours,' Gibbs looks up, 'that fits with the period the suv was outside, McGee!' He shouts stomping into the entrance hall in search of the probie agent, 'Boss,' he hears from the study and looks inside the room.
His eyes narrowing as he takes in the full extent of the damage, 'You get anything from that Bono yet?' 'No, but er whoever came in here knew what they were looking for, we've been putting the papers into chronological order and all the papers for 2000 and every summer since are missing.' Gibbs bellows at the doorway, 'DiNozzo, Ziva get in here,' both agents appear, alert and confident. 'I want all this back at the lab, I wanna know what was on those papers McGee, I wanna know where that car is and,' he looks directly at Ziva, 'I wan…' he is cut short by his cell phone ringing, he glares at it and flips it open, 'Gibbs,' 'Gibbs, I got something,' 'on my way Abby,' he slides the phone back into his pocket, he looks back at Ziva, 'I wanna know about anyone who could be behind this,' she nods their eyes passing messages that did not need to be spoken. He knew Ziva's 'sources' were Jenny and a few select others, but mainly Jenny.
Abby jumps as she hears the doors opening and starts tapping ferociously on the keyboard, 'I checked her cell phone records and found that a new number appeared a few months ago, I ran a check on the number and it's an anonymous prepay cell,' she falters seeing the look on Gibbs face as he hears bad news. 'But,' she grins, 'I checked the outgoing calls and found this,' she highlights one of the numbers, 'it's the booking line for the Hashnav Hotel on 32nd, reservations were made for last night,' Gibbs leans forwards and kisses Abby on the cheek, 'Good work Abs,' he presents her with a Caf Pow from behind his back and takes the slip of paper with the hotel address and room number.
He walks into the lobby and strides up to the desk, he holds up a photo of Jenny, flashing his ID card so that only the clerk would see. 'Have you seen this woman?' the clerk shakes her head, 'no, but I only started at eight, Bobby 's been here since nine last night, Bobby!' A woman with curly hair looks up from the other side of the desk, 'c'mere,' she walks slowly towards them, her arms folded, 'have you seen this woman,' she looks at it for a moment, 'yeah, she was here last night,' 'was she with anyone?' 'yeah, a guy,' 'description?' 'tuxedo, dark hair, going grey,' 'anything else you can remember about him?' 'No, oh he had an accent, couldn't place it.' He nods slightly and asks for the key to room 337, she nods and passes him the key, 'have the occupants checked out?' 'No, is there anything else I can help with?' 'No,' he nods noticing her long red hair and slender frame before striding towards the elevator. He presses the button for level 3 and waits anxiously for the doors to open. He steps out and looks at the room numbers following them along the corridor, he spots 333 and knows he is close.
As he reaches the door he sees it is slightly ajar, his instincts kick in and he pulls his gun from its holster and positions it close to him level with his shoulder. He peers into the room before kicking the door fully open, his face falls as he sees what is on the bed, he begins to sweat uncontrollably and feels his breathing become ragged. He regains his composure and carefully walks around the room to the bathroom, he pushes the door open and finding it empty lowers his gun. He turns to look back at the bed, his face contorted with pain and anguish; rust coloured patches smeared the carpet and cream bedspread, leading back to a central point on the bed. So much blood, he leaned forwards to look at the velvet soft dress slashed across the bust and stomach, blood pooled around the gashes and immediately felt sick. His eyes travelled to the shawl on the floor and the bloody handprint, the smears on the chest of drawers and over the phone hanging from its stand.
If I could turn back time, if I could undo the past
You'd never feel that pain
If I could turn back that clock, and stop you from leaving
I'd never feel this pain
You'd know what you do to me; you'd know how I feel
You'd never see how much this is killing me
I'm breaking up inside
I need to hear your voice, see your eyes staring back at me
Telling me it's just a nightmare
I wish I could undo the past, and stop you from leaving
I'd hold you in my arms one last time
I'd stop you from feeling this pain, if only I could
Turn back the clock
Author's note: I have changed the time since Jethro has been in Jenny's dining room - thanks for setting me straight elflordsmistress