II. The Tale of Two Stiffs
None of these characters belong to me. I am merely borrowing them to help breathe life to this nagging plot bunny in my head.Summary:
Booth landed a marine case when a near-skeletal remains of a young male was dug-up at a construction site. Gibbs & team are following up on the distrubing demise of a very healthy petty officer that shares more than just DNA with Booth and Bones’ dead marine. Buffy was awakened by a disturbingly vivid dream involving twin male, the Feds, NCIS & a Big Bad Reincarnation, she took Faith and Willow with her to D.C. to find out what was that dream about.Author’s Note:
Thanks everyone who read and enjoyed the first chapter. Sorry for the short chapters. Hopefully in future chapters it’ll get longer. And I’d like to thank my beta, SincerelyPinkPanties
for finding and correcting my errors.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
All in a Day’s Work
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SPECIAL Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood across the cold stainless steel bed in Ducky’s autopsy room looking at the bewildered fed staring at the remains of former Petty Officer Cade Jeffries.
Special Agent Seely Booth and forensic anthropologist-slash-novelist Dr. Temperance Brennan studied the body on the navy M.E.’s slab. Neither one of them could comprehend the state of the dead soldier’s body presented before them. If they thought the dead marine back at the Jeffersonian had WEIRDLY UNUSUAL stamped all over it in all caps, the NCIS’ dead body ranked alongside theirs.
“What’s the cause of death again, Doc?” Booth asked, meeting the seasoned Briton M.E.’s eyes.
Ducky cleared his throat before answering. He carefully chose his words before relaying to the federal agent his findings. Not that he came close to finding out exactly what caused the healthy officer’s death, but he hasn’t stopped finding out the real reason behind Cade Jeffries’ death.
“I’ve seen my fair share of dead bodies, Agent Booth, and I’ve examined quite a lot of unusual death circumstances,” Ducky began.
“But?” Booth prodded.
Ducky met the seasoned federal agent’s gaze and answered, “Petty Officer Jeffries was the epitome of good health. A health conscious marine who had quite a lot of good years ahead of him still, but his unfortunate demise earned him a spot in my very highly unusual
category.”* * * * * * * *
“Why didn’t you let me compare notes with Dr. Mallard?” Temperance demanded once she was seated in the passenger’s seat of Booth’s black SUV.
“We don’t have enough evidence to tie-up the two stiffs together, Bones,” answered Booth as he manoeuvred the SUV out of the parking lot.
“Yes we do!” she exclaimed and twisted sideways to face her partner. “Our ingeniously mummified body back at the Jeffersonian is the identical twin brother of the NCIS’ sucked-dry body,” she pointed out.
“We can’t be sure,” Booth argued.
Temperance glared at him. “Facial features – not to mention DNA – matched,” she reminded him.
“Coincidence,” he insisted.
Temperance was ready to argue some more but decided to drop the subject – for now. Booth wanted concrete proof. Right now both her team and Dr. Mallard don’t have enough to solve the case. All they have were bodies of identical twin brothers whose deaths were most curious.* * * * * * * *
“Got something for me, Abs?” Gibbs asked NCIS’ forensics expert Abby Sciuto when he entered her lab.
“Yeah. Sure. Tons,” the dark haired goth girl answered without prying her gaze from her monitor screen. She was currently running something right now and she seemed enthralled by whatever the screen was showing her.
“Well?” Gibbs stood beside her with an extra large cup of Caf-Pow.
Abby’s face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw her favourite picker-upper. She grabbed the drink with both hands and took a fortifying sip before addressing Gibbs’ query.
“Our marine’s death is due to an extreme case of anaemia,” she said.
“I already know that, Abs,” Gibbs didn’t sound impressed.
“Of course you do,” grinned the happy goth. She put her drink down on the counter and turned to her monitor. “I read the background info on our dead petty officer and found out that no one on either side of his family was anaemic. That was odd so I decided to run some more tests—”
“Abby,” Gibbs cut-in before she started to ramble on about stuff he’d rather not hear right now.
Abby paused mid-sentence and met the seasoned gunnery sergeant’s serious gaze. She swallowed the rest of what she was about to say and fast forwarded to the reason why he was in her lab right now.
“Whatever leftover blood was in Officer Jeffries’ and the smear around his mouth when he was found is not his,” she informed him.
If Gibbs was surprised he sure had a heck of a way of hiding it. He gave her a stern look for a fraction of a second before doing an about-face and walked out of Abby’s lab with a casual, “Thanks Abs,” called over his shoulder.