Anthony
Ari
Ziva
Ghost Kate

S02e23: Twilight
S03e01: Kill Ari I
S03e02: Kill Ari II
Competent Tony
Lyrics: Don’t let the rain fall down on me: by the critters
Lyrics: Riders on the storm: by the doors
Lyrics: People are strange: by the doors

Full Metal Jacket
Chapter One:

Raindrop falls from the sky
A heart beats softly
About to die

I thought I’d die before I ever heard
I thought I’d die before I ever heard
I thought I’d die before I ever heard

Wandering alone at night
Waiting for the
Storm to pass away

He and Tim both knew the sniper and bullet that took their friend and partner out were long gone. No, what they were looking for in the downpour, on this roof, was any proof he may have left behind.

Oh, baby
Don’t let the rain fall down on me
Have you no time to listen
Don’t let it wash away the memory

I thought I’d die before I ever heard
I thought I’d die before I ever heard
I thought I’d die before I ever heard

A teardrop falls to the earth
In all this rain
What is it worth

First one, then two, then three, casings were found.
Lapua 308’s.
Sniper favorites.
Everything by the book so they can nail him to the wall. No matter his backers.
Tony looks over to the roof where Kate’s body had laid. Seeing her smiling form giving a thumbs up.

Time heals sadness
But this rain can turn
My sorrow to gladness

Oh, no, oh, no, oh no
Oh, baby
Don’t let the rain fall down on me

Abby’s Lab:
Tony can tell that Abby is also seeing and saying goodbye to her friend, Kate, and waits. Looking out the rainy window to give her a semblance of privacy. Seeing a flash of something he isn’t sure of, and vows to himself to keep an eye on it.

What do you got for me? .
308 casings from Ari’s sniper’s nest.
You would have to give me the most popular caliber in the world.
Well, hey, I just found them.
Can you tell what weapon he used?
A 308.
What model.
308?
You don’t know?
Would I be asking?
Well, how am I supposed to know?
Because you’re the firearms expert.
That I am. And when I’m done, I will tell you the propellant, the primer, the percentage of nickel and copper in the brass, whether or not all three rounds were fired from the same weapon which you assume, but I can prove or disprove.

With one eye he kept an eye on her, as she flipped on her machines, and the other eye he kept on the outside of the window.

I will tell you who manufactured the ammo, the batch number and, perhaps, where it was sold.
I will also, with some degree of accuracy, tell you if it was fired from a lever-action, a bolt-action, a semi-automatic or an automatic weapon.
However, there is no way in hell I could tell you which of the 87 different 308 models fired those rounds.

He spotted the light again, flashing off something metal, and he was smoothly moving around the table and over to her. But not in a way to be obvious to her, or the person aiming for them. Kate’s fresh blood scent in his mental nose.

The rounds are Lapua.
What?
Lapua made the ammo.
Logo’s on the rim.
Tony, I’m gonna miss her.

He took her in his arms and began to lean her over slightly away from anything that would harm either of them.

Me too.

And brought her down to the floor just as the shot rang out through the glass window. Shattering it.
He reached for his phone as he rolled off of her, turning off the specimen fridge lights while getting her over to it. Selecting the button for security he called in the security breach in Abby’s lab with shots fired. And to immediately check the cameras across the way from her lab. Outside for any vehicles or people to gather any and all information.

Close off Anacostia Park between the bridges. Tell Metro cops it’s a crime scene.

Abby.
Boss, down.
We’re taking fire.
Are you okay?
Yeah.

Gibbs shut down the lights near him, as sirens could be heard in the background.
Once they got the all-clear, Gibbs sent Tony out to do the scene, and Tony whispered in Abby’s ear to check the casings for fingerprints. But, and this was a serious but, don’t tell anyone but him if she found anything as there was a serious leak going on somewhere.

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Tony sat at his desk, in yet another dry set of clothes. He had just gotten off the phone with Metro who had run the plates of the SUV that had held the shooter of Abby’s lab to a house in Virgina. And another shot of the side view of the shooter as Ari.
That along with the recent prints off the three casings from the roof top as also coming from Ari, had him nailed as their shooter. With proof from the CCTV camera across the street from the Yard shooting at Abby’s Lab. And the being in the car linked to the shooting.

Furthermore, the bullets found in the agency car that Tim had hidden behind matched the Lapua’s. And further CCTV from the warehouse district showed the same SUV leaving right after Kate’s shooting.
He had already put a BOLO out with a caveat that the driver was armed and dangerous and wanted in conjunction with a terrorist attack.

When he heard the elephant that was Gibbs coming down with a woman, he kept quiet and just listened in.

Jethro.
Madam Director.

Oh ho, so rumors were true, and Morrow was being forced out for some “new” blood.

You have no physical evidence linking Ari to the shootings.
No wonder agencies here and abroad have doubts.

He kept his mouth shut on that front for now.

Bastard killed one of my people. He’s trying to kill more. I’ll tell you something else. No suit with a tight sphincter is getting in my way, and that includes you, Jen.
Special Agent Gibbs. On the job, it is Director Shepard or ma’am.

Hmm so they had a thing in the past and TPtB decided they wanted a Gibbs Whisperer in place. Probably after the thing where he threatened the CIA with blowing Ari’s cover if they didn’t cooperate with him.
Oh, and she obviously hates the moniker of Madam Director. Going to have to use it as often as possible then and send her literature of fetish gear to offset the Barbie gear she is wearing.

Okay. What about off the job?
There won’t be any “off the job,” Agent Gibbs.
That’s too bad. I missed you, Jen.
Don’t make this difficult, Jethro.
Fair enough.
It won’t happen again. Director.
We can continue this conversation in private.
I’ve gotta change my clothes.
We can talk in my car.

They came around the corner and he was ready for them.

Tony, where are we?
McGee and Abby are working firearms analysis. I’m matching tire tracks to vehicles.
No one is to leave the building. McGee’s on protection detail with Abby. I’ll be back in an hour.

And with that, he was off with his old torch, and leaving Tony to do the work, not knowing he had already delegated it all and even as Gibbs was off, a BOLO was out for the vehicle. And he had plans to begin official writing everything up to drop it on the Chief of Staff who still owed him for forcing the issue of working with Fornell on the Air Force One case that nearly cost him his life via being tossed out of a moving vehicle. And he was going to call it in for Kate’s sake.

He pictured Kate in front of him, at her desk, then getting up to walk over to his desk and around behind him.
‘This isn’t Mudville Casey, so don’t strike out here. Ok?’ He heard her tell him, knowing she knew of his baseball love and would get the reference. And he just nodded.

He had already written his actual personal reports, and now he was typing up the supplementary reports on Kate’s shooting and AAR’s (After Action Reports) which would tie everything together with the evidence gathered.
The call he had before Gibbs and his lady friend came down was from Metro. They had impounded the SUV and shot and wounded the driver. And the Fibbies had taken over his care in the hospital. So, this report was also a follow-up to that. As the Fibbies were now labeling the driver as the shooter at both scenes and not Ari. And closing the case before all the evidence was in.
Again.

Full Metal Jacket
Chapter Two:

He had the perfect music playing as he wrote:
There’s a killer on the road, his brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday, let your children play
If you give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Spoke perfectly of the warpedness that was Ari alright, he thought to himself as brought together the FBI’s missive that the shooter was the driver of the SUV and the security recording of the new director saying there was nothing tying Ari to the shootings.

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Then tying that with the fingerprints and facial recognition, putting Ari as the shooter at both scenes.
The ATM camera footage of Ari’s meeting with Gibbs at the coffee shop and the subsequent bomb going off there.

He heard a whispered warning from Kate as she disappeared, and saved it all down and to an off-site, then switched Door’s songs. Pausing it till he was ready.
A young Jewish Amazon in cargoes, her hair in a wrap, was coming towards him.

The stains of Morrison came out as she came up to his desk;
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

She looked at his computer with annoyance and he just asked her what he could do for her Ms…..

“Dav’id. Ziva Dav’id. Mossad.”

When you’re strange, faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange, no one remembers your name
When you’re strange, when you’re strange
When you’re strange

“Do you mind?” She all but demanded of him.
But he just gave her a bland look.

People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

“Officer Dav’id, I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but the FBI has closed the case on your compatriot. So, I ask again, what are you doing here?”

When you’re strange, faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange, no one remembers your name
When you’re strange, when you’re strange
When you’re strange
Alright, yeah

“But has Gibbs and will you turn that OFF!”

He turned it off as she calmed herself down.

You’re from a wealthy family.
Really?
Born and raised on the East Coast. New England boarding school. Spent some time in the Midwest. And Philadelphia.
How would you know that?

Someone has been putting fingers and hands in the cookie jar, it seems. He watched her walk up in a friendly manner to Madam Director and kiss cheeks in the European manner.

Shalom, Jen.
Shalom.

The question goes further as too just how many cookie jars has she hands in? And who is giving the jars to her…. And through her, her bosses?
He sends an emergency text to Garcia over at the BAU to check who had been accessing the teams’ files in the last year and to send it to his off-site account as he suspected his accounts were compromised.
All the while watching the Broadway Not-Tony-Award-Worthy Performance going on before him between Fetish Girl and her Amazonian lover. He quickly finished his report and hit send to Garcia and the Chief of Staff. Texting Pen to make sure she got it and for her to make sure he did, and that he read it. And if Rossi read it, it would hurt his feelings at all.

He leaned back into the shadows and watched his boss talk quietly with Officer Dav’id, before they both left.
His own car still hadn’t been replaced from being stolen and destroyed in the high-speed chase, so, he “acquired” an agency truck with sniper rifle from the exemplar Abby had been using. And ammo. Quickly taking every shortcut he knew to Gibbs place, he reconned the area. Finding another SUV not far from the road, and quickly stabbed a knife in the radiator and poured the box of sugar in the gas tank. Then headed back to the vantage point he knew that would look down into Gibbs basement. Saw Ari walking in front of Gibbs, who was sitting on the bottom of his steps while Ari held a rifle loosely in his arms.
Quickly set up and adjusted for the shot through a window so when Ari lifted the rifle to his shoulder… He squoze the trigger…. Taking the shot…. Just before Ziva showed herself on the top stair. Staring in shock at the dead man at the bottom of the steps. He unloaded and reloaded, aimed at the new threat. And took the shot while she just stood there. Killing both of them, through the window. Before policing his own brass, and leaving the site as by now the neighbors would have called it in. And he wanted to be far, far away.

Breaking down the rifle as he went and calling Abby to pick up the pieces at Garcia’s to return to her exemplar.
Between Garcia and Rossi, they had more than enough extra on everyone involved for everything to be covered up by everyone in a deep abyss. And no more to be said about just who shot who, when.

And if certain female fetish-wear online sites mange to get past Madam Director’s security protocols? Or A/B/O stories keep dropping in her computer inbox? Certain people don’t say a word either. Except to note the specialty stores the director seems to be getting her office clothes from now-a-days with smirks.

Fini