Two dead marines and an unidentified male child. The adults were shot point blank but the child's skull had been bashed in with or against something
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This had been the first time he had talked to her or really been face to face with her since the other day in her office. He had wondered if Gibbs had said anything to her and how she was doing and if she had thought about anything to do with them but at this point he wanted to give her space. Now nearly an entire work week had passed. He had been thinking of waiting until the weekend to try to talk to her again and so far it had been a good plan but work intervened and he was in her office again.
As he closed her office door behind him and walked toward her desk, all he was really thinking about was the case. His cheeks were a few hours past five o'clock shadow though his hair was short and neat, from being trimmed the previous day. Though it wasn't his intention, it did make him look older. His tie was loose but otherwise he his work clothes were as they always were.
He put a thick brown folder on her desk. "This boy was not killed with anything ordinary. It's a blunt object but not anything I've tested yet."
Jen's been using her ability to be professional as a way to hide in plain sight recently. If she couldn't do that, she wouldn't be able to put in the hours she's been putting in. She would have crashed harder than anything up to this point. As it is, she's put the bits of her heart back together enough that she can function like nothing is wrong. Those close to her--Gibbs, Clarke, Ziva, Cynthia--know how she really is. Without opening the report, she asks, "Are there more objects to be tested still?"
He's noticed, it's hard not to notice. She hasn't come to him and he can't make her, nor is he going to badger her into it. He'll be there when she's ready and until then life goes on. It may not be in a healthy way but at least she's functioning.
"I'm still working on that."
He takes a series of photos and x-rays out of the folder and lays each of them next to his impeccably detailed neatly written notes. "See here on the x-ray? His skull was smashed in by some kind of beveled object. I tested all the obvious things first, pipes, bats, clubs, chair legs. They were all too dense and shattered the skull, rather than making this kind of indentation."
He turns the page, trying to suppress a yawn. "I kept thinking. What if he was slammed into a beveled objected, rather than struck with one? I'm thinking maybe some stair railing?"
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As he closed her office door behind him and walked toward her desk, all he was really thinking about was the case. His cheeks were a few hours past five o'clock shadow though his hair was short and neat, from being trimmed the previous day. Though it wasn't his intention, it did make him look older. His tie was loose but otherwise he his work clothes were as they always were.
He put a thick brown folder on her desk. "This boy was not killed with anything ordinary. It's a blunt object but not anything I've tested yet."
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"I'm still working on that."
He takes a series of photos and x-rays out of the folder and lays each of them next to his impeccably detailed neatly written notes. "See here on the x-ray? His skull was smashed in by some kind of beveled object. I tested all the obvious things first, pipes, bats, clubs, chair legs. They were all too dense and shattered the skull, rather than making this kind of indentation."
He turns the page, trying to suppress a yawn. "I kept thinking. What if he was slammed into a beveled objected, rather than struck with one? I'm thinking maybe some stair railing?"
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