"Seaman Recruit Nancy E. Jones enlisted with the Navy only two months ago. She completed basic training and had just transferred to Anacostia last week," McGee said as he put a picture of one of the victims on the plasma in the bullpen.
"The bartender at the Cheshire Cat recalls seeing all three ladies together last night. They were seen dancing with a man. The bartender was sort of non-specific with details. He said they left together around 11:00," Ziva added. "He remembers because he was going on break at that time."
"Do we have an ID on the third woman yet?" Gibbs asked.
"Abby's working on it, boss," Tony said quickly.
"Let's work faster," Gibbs said. "We can't keep McMann's death out of the media for long. Her father is on his way here."
"Morgan McMann is coming here?" Tony said, looking star struck. Gibbs gave him a long stare.
"Focus?" he reminded DiNozzo.
"Sorry, boss," Tony said as Gibbs smacked him on the back of the head.
"You know I can get it if I try, so you may as well tell me," Noah coaxed.
"Noah, get back to work. If Gibbs comes back up from Abby's lab…" Maggie began.
"Stop changing the subject and tell us who he is, so we can get back to work," he reasoned.
"Besides, I'm really good at blocking you from my mind, Noah," she reminded him.
"You're really good at blocking me from your mind while I'm sitting here not trying to read your thoughts. There is no one who is good enough to block me if I really want to read your mind," he said ominously.
Maggie rolled her eyes. Noah met her gaze and focused his full concentration on her. "Je…" he began.
"Jeff, okay, his name is Jeff!" Maggie interrupted. "And that's all you're getting. Please respect my privacy," she said frustrated.
He smirked at her. "Now, was that so hard?" he asked.
"Smart-alec," she said with an annoyed glare. "Now get to work," she added.
Maggie rose from her seat and walked slowly to the stairwell. ‘Just breathe in and out. He can't get to you. He doesn't know, and as long as you feed him a little info from time to time he'll let you be,' she reminded herself. She pushed through the doors into Abby's lab.
"Got something?" Gibbs asked when she entered the room.
"Not really," Maggie replied, shaking her head. "I was checking to see if I could assist Abs in any way."
Their conversation was interrupted when Noah's voice echoed through Abby's phone. "Boss, I think we have something," he said. He paused for a response.
"Waiting for an invitation, Diamond?" Gibbs asked.
"Um, not exactly, but this is pretty major and I'd like to speak with you alone," he added.
"On my way," Gibbs said. "Maggie, stay here with Abby while I see what Diamond has."
Gibbs left the room quickly and made his way to the elevator. When the doors opened, Noah was there. Gibbs joined him in the elevator, pushed the button for a higher floor, and then hit the elevator stop button.
"What's up?" he asked.
"One of my people, Malcolm, has the ability to see the near past. After the events of this morning, I ordered him to the scene. His report was very disturbing." At Gibbs stare, he continued. "The victims were mutilated and partially eaten by a werewolf. And one I know," Noah said softly.
"I thought werewolves didn't eat people," Gibbs said in confusion and frustration.
"They typically don't," he answered. "But they have the ability to. Werewolves may not take on a wolf's mindset in wolf form, but one who is already twisted can do twisted things. That's why a werewolf's family group is so important."
"Right, we learned all this when Lenny went rogue," Gibbs said. "So if this never happens, why is this incident the second one in less than a year?"
"I don't know," Noah admitted. His expression told Gibbs there was much more to the story.
"Does Sullivan know this werewolf?" Gibbs asked.
"Oh yes," Noah said, his eyes full of pain and remorse.
"What? Spit it out, Diamond," Gibbs said, his frustration rising to the surface.
"The werewolf who did this," Noah began, "WAS Maggie."
"Well that's impossible," Gibbs refused to hear him.
"I think so, too, but Malcolm has never been wrong," Noah said quietly.
"Someone did something," Gibbs said. "Either Malcolm has misidentified the wolf, or another is disguising himself as Maggie, or something. There's just no way," he said, slamming his fist into the wall of the elevator.
"I've succeeded in isolating some saliva from the victims. I should have a DNA match soon, if the person's information is on file," Abby explained to Maggie as she continued to review the evidence. Her machine made a sound, indicating a match had been found. "Ta da!" she said as she turned toward the monitor. "Our perpetrator is…" her voice trailed off into a stunned silence. "Oh God, not again," she said.
"What is it?' Maggie asked.
"Forensics is failing me again," Abby complained.
"Abby, will you please calm down and tell me what's going on?"
"According to the evidence, the person who killed these women is an employee here at NCIS," Abby said softly.
"Are you serious?" Maggie asked.
"Maggie, it's you," Abby said, slowly raising her eyes to meet Maggie's.
"What?!" Maggie asked in shock. "That's impossible."
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