It would seem that DiNozzo should be able to sleep in today since it was his first day off since becoming a probie. His dreams were filled with his pleasant time with a girl on their way to her house and DiNozzo was pulling his movie trivia pick up line.
"You know you remind me of James Bond, always using your persuasive skills." The Brunet stepped up on the stairs with DiNozzo hot on pursuit.
"All I'm missing is my gadgets." They stopped at the door and he leaned in to give her a kiss, but was stopped by her finger.
"Goodbye Mr. Bond." She smiled, leaving the stunned DiNozzo on the stoop. A familiar song filled his ear.
His ring tone filled the room and his eyes popped open. Reaching over, he finally got a hold of his phone after pushing it out of the way at first. Flipping it open, he held it to his ear knowing who it was.
"Yeah boss...ok boss!" He let out a huff as he closed a phone.
Within minutes he was showered and dressed. He ran out the house and hoped in his car.
"You look happy," said Ziva, looking at the enthused DiNozzo who came huffing and puffing out of the stairway.
"Well I got a call from the Boss and I..." He flinched as he was slapped in the back of the head.
"You're late, DiNozzo. I called you twenty minutes ago," said Gibbs.
"Well, you see boss, traffic was jam packed."
"Wanna try me again?"
"OK, sorry, boss, I won't let it happen again."
"I know it won't because you won't have another day off again until I think you're worthy!" Gibbs took a sip of his coffee while DiNozzo showed some remorse and Ziva and McGee exchanged smiles. "Alright guys, we got two homicides. Ziva and Tony you two will work on this case and McGee you're with me," said Gibbs as he handed Tony a folder.
"Coming boss," said McGee as he grabbed his stuff and followed Gibbs.
"I'll drive!" said Ziva grabbing the keys off her desk and DiNozzo did a spin around to follow her.
For his sake, he gripped the arm rest of the Charger as she swerved in and out of the traffic and he avoided looking at the road. With a sudden pump of the brake, he slammed forward and hit the dashboard.
"Tony you ok?" asked Ziva as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Yup, remind me to call Dodge on the faulty seat belt!" He peeled himself off the dashboard and shook his head to regain his composure.
Stepping out of the car, they proceeded towards the single story house and flashed the guarding officer their badge. Palmer was already there, checking the temperature of the victim
"Liver temperature is 95.4, so I say he's been dead for about 4 hours. Victims name Staff Sergeant Tyler Jefferson," said Palmer, handing Tony a wallet.
"Thanks Palmer, did you get a picture of the body before you moved it?" Tony wrote down the Sergeants name onto a note pad.
"Yeah, I'll send the photo's to Abby when I get back to the lab." Palmer stood up, placing the thermometer back in his case
"So, what's first guess of death?" asked Ziva as she examined the surrounding area of the body.
"Um, contusion to the back of head indicated possible internal hemorrhaging which could of lead to instant death. Also, there appears to be some kind of marks on his neck here, but I won't know till I get him to autopsy," said Palmer pointing out the jagged marks on the neck.
"Tony, I think we have a partial foot print," said Ziva kneeling next to the head of the victim. DiNozzo stepped over taking a picture of the footprint. "Who found the body?"
"Neighbor heard a disturbance, called in the police, I questioned him, but he didn't have much, though it appears Mr. Jefferson has a wife who's unaccounted for," said Tony reading through his notes.
"Hmm, oh Palmer, body's free to be taken," said Ziva and with a nod, Palmer gave a signal and a body bag and a stretcher was brought over.
Ziva and Tony continued to collect some evidence that lay about; some lamps were knocked over, blood appeared splattered against the wall and clothes were scattered in the master bedroom. As Ziva was looking around the master bedroom, she happened to look down and a pool of blood was coming from around the bed. Carefully walking over to get a view of the other side, she was met by a buxom brunet shot through forehead and blood splattered against the wall.
"Umm, Tony, I think I found Mrs. Jefferson!"
"Where?" asked DiNozzo who was guided by her pointed finger to the other side of the bed and was shocked to see the woman he had been with last night.
"What's wrong Tony?"
"Well, I was with this girl last night and she isn't Mrs. Jefferson. Her names Pam Dawson."
"Well, Tony what time did you and Mrs. Dawson go separate ways?"
"Last night at around ten, I dropped her off at her house at ten and took a cab home." Walking over to the door way, he popped his head out of it. "Palmer!"
"Yeah Tony!"
"We got another DB in here, female!" Palmer came rushing in while Ziva took three consecutive shots of the body.
"Liver temperature is 95.4, same as Jefferson's; I'm guessing this is the wife?"
"No, she's not, names Pam Dawson."
"Ok, I better go get the extra body bag and stretcher." He noted the odd looks that Ziva and DiNozzo were exchanging and exited.
"So, what happened last night?" Ziva took a few steps towards Tony.
"Nothing! All we had were a few drinks, she wanted to get home and so I offer to get her a cab. Got in cab with her, walked her to her house, said our goodbyes and I took the same cab to my place."
"I must say she's quite hot, very top heavy, though I don't know what her bottom is like," said Ziva looking over at the dead body.
"Not better than yours," said Tony under his breath.
"What was that?"