Slipping unnoticed in between the crowds at the naval yard, a young Italian girl made her way to the back of the crowd and quietly climbed up the roof of a nearby warehouse.
The USS Wasp slipped into its home port amidst cheering families eager to welcome their loved ones home. The girl wondered briefly about her family. She knew her father was not far from here and wondered whether or not she had time to fit in a visit after the job was done.
She set up her M40A3 rifle and settled down, she had time and the weather was at least nice.
She took the picture of the target out of her pocket.
Petty Officer Jackson looked smart in his picture, she wondered what he had done to deserve this but knocked the thought away, it wasn't in her interests to start to care. He had obviously in some way angered the Boss and it was her job to take him out, that was that. Right now she wasn't a teenager, she was a Hitman...Hit-Girl whatever.
She was Cosa Nostra; he was a target as simple as that.
Petty officer Jackson was having a bad day. His ship had got into port and he knew he had to face his demons. He had effectively stolen from the Mafia, $25,000 worth of heroin which he had mislaid. Now he was back in port he knew there was nowhere to hide. As he walked down the gangplank of the ship he breathed a sigh of relief as he couldn't see any Mafia enforcers on the dock. It was his last sigh as a bullet slammed through his forehead and his body fell onto the tarmac.
The girl packed up, policing her brass and cleaning down the scene methodically just as her mother had taught her. She put the rifle back in its case and as the paramedics came screaming past her she calmly walked out of the gate.
Gibbs looked up at his team; Ziva was talking on the phone to a contact in Hebrew, he was hoping it was about one of the many cold cases they had been working on for the past few days.
Tim was down with Abby overhauling a programme on the computer which they had both convinced him, would cut search parameters in half and Tony was...well being Tony. All his work had been completed overnight, he knew that his SFA had been in from about 2300 the night before and it always amazed him how he could do that, still work and hardly sleep.
He turned his attention to the T.V. playing behind Tony's head. The USS Wasp was in the background and a camera crew was showing pictures of families coming home and then a man falling from the gangplank.
Gibb picked up his phone and looked at it. Both Tony and Ziva sensed a change from their boss and looked at him as he picked up his badge and gun and then called McGee.
"McGee, up here now." He said. The others looked at his quizzically and then his phone rang. "Gibbs." He said and listened to the voice on the other end.
He put the phone down and turned to the others, "Dead Petty Officer in Norfolk, Grab your gear." Then he headed towards the elevators.
"How does he do that?" Ziva asked in awe.
DiNozzo shrugged "It's Gibbs." He replied.
The arrived at Norfolk Base and walked up to the crime scene. The local LEO's were there and Gibbs walked up to the man in charge for a run down and sent Tony and Ziva to interview witnesses and there were a lot of them and Tim photographed the crime scene.
"DiNozzo what have we got?" Gibbs asked.
"Witnesses recall hearing a gunshot and seeing the Petty Officer go down. Some say they think it was a sniper."
"You go check out the roof," Gibbs told him."David with DiNozzo."
They started looking at the warehouses to see which one was most likely to be the sniper's nest.
"McGee!" Gibbs shouted and McGee ran over to his side.
"Cameras?" He asked looking at a few security cameras
"On it Boss!" McGee said and he and Gibbs drove back to NCIS as Ducky and Palmer left with the body.
Up on the roof Ziva and Tony looked around "Over here!" Ziva called and Tony took a picture of where there were scuff marks from the tripod of a rifle.
"Looks like the shooter policed their brass." Tony remarked.
"I have a hair here; it looks like the shooter may have been a girl?" Ziva remarked as she took her tweezers and an evidence bag and collected a long brown hair.
"Cool maybe she's another Mossad assassin," Tony joked as Ziva rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you are clutching at sticks Tony." Ziva said.
Tony looked at her and grinned, "Its straws my little Ninja chick." He informed her and smiled wider as she screwed her face up and walked away in a huff.
They both arrived at Quantico as Tim was getting the first bits of security footage up.
"There wasn't much up there Boss," Tony said as Ziva got the evidence they did have out of her bag, "I will drop this off to Abby now." She said and Gibbs nodded.
Tony sat down and downloaded his photos onto the computer. Then looked up as Tim showed Gibbs some of the grainy security footage they had.
Tony's phone beeped. He looked down at the text message and felt a hole in his stomach.
'Hey pops in town, wanna meet up. T.'
His head snapped up, "Bathroom break Boss," He said and headed off around the corner.
He pulled his phone out when he was sure there was no one around and dialed a number. "Hey Tonia...Sure, I'm pretty busy but I'll try and get away...I don't want to ask but does this have anything to do with...HELL!... I'll meet you at the cafe on route one in five mins," He closed his phone and grabbed his bag and ran towards the elevator.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs called as he ran past.
"Family emergency Boss," He yelled back and kept going.