Title: suitCase

Disclaimers: I don't own NCIS or anything about it! But great show!

Summary: Suitcases are use in travelling, but what happens when it's use as a coffin? Will NCIS find the killer? Or will the killer never be found?

Author's note:
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! (Big smile!)


"Abby, what have you got?" Gibbs asked as he entered the doors.

"Oh hey Gibbs. Well, I can tell you he died from heroin…" Abby started as Gibb's cell rang.

"Gibbs……okay, be right there…" Gibbs hung up.

"Tell me the rest later. Another victim," Gibbs said before leaving.


Gibbs and Tony got out of the car. It was one of those quiet suburban motels, except now reporters, the media and police officers swamped around, picking up dirt and anything else that they could find. As usual, Gibbs flashed his badge at the officer guarding the scene, before ducking under the crime scene tape.

"Ducky?" Gibbs asked when he reached the body. Like the last victim, the body was stuffed neatly into a suitcase and left.

"Same method of death as the last chap," Ducky said, as he pulled out a long rod from the corpse's stomach. "Time of death, around the same time as the first chap."

Tony stopped at the end of the steps. He nodded at the officer.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent DiNozzo, NCIS," he said as he sat down next to the man, covered in a blanket. The man looked up. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I already told the officer before," the man said.

"Yes, but I'm not the officer before…"

"Well then ask him about it," the man interrupted.

"Sir, I need to hear it from you," Tony said, trying to keep his cool. But this was ticking him off. He was tired, grouchy and wasn't about to let a guy who refused to co-operate destroy the investigation.

"Too bad!"

"Oh, oh, oh, you better watch it! You don't want my boss coming here. He wouldn't be very happy!" Tony gritted his teeth before continuing, "So if I was you, I would tell it again!" Tony jumped up in frustration, running his hand through his hair.

"Tony!" Gibbs said, walking over. His eyes were like two shiny hard stones, telling him that it was enough, "I'll take it from here, you go back to the car."

Tony was red in the face, he pressed his lips together and followed Gibb's orders.


Kate looked up from her desk. Gibbs walked in, with Tony lagging a few feet behind.

"Boss," Kate said as Gibbs passed.


"Um… I found something… something interesting."

"Kate, it can't be that bad," Gibbs said, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Well… I was looking, like you asked me to do, for similar M.O. like this one and I found that there were similar attacks in Australia," Kate said, glancing every now and then at the piece of paper in her hands.

"Same M.O?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, exactly the same, the victim is overdosed with drugs and then mutilated after the victim dies," Kate said.

Gibbs got up of his chair, "Kate, your coming with me."

"Where we going?" Kate asked, grabbing her coat.

"To check it out"

"Gibbs? Two problems. Firstly, these attacks were over ten years ago. Secondly, they've found the murderer and his currently in jail for life. I just checked with the prison, his still in his cell," Kate said.

"Well then they've got the wrong guy!" Gibbs said, getting up.

"Or we've got copycat," Tony pipped in.

Kate and Gibbs looked at him for a moment.

"Kate, see if Abby or Ducky has gotten anything else," Gibbs said as he got up.

"Where are you going?" Kate asked as she got out of her chair.

"Australian Embassy."

"What about me, boss?" Tony asked.

"What about you Tony? Gibbs asked on his way out.

Tony didn't answer, and looked at his computer screen. It wasn't his fault that he'd lost it. If that guy just told him what had happened, just one more time! He wanted to find this creep so badly and wanted to know why, why did the killer leave that body outside his door, was it a warning about something or a complete fluke? Why was he freaking out about it, it was just like any other case. A victim, a killer and NCIS finding the pieces of the puzzle and putting it together. Simple, nothing affected him personally, but no, for some reason this one pinched his insides out and then wrapped them around him. It was like an itch that wasn't there, driving his sanity to the edge. The questions puzzled his brain, till his head felt like busting, his brain worn out.

Flicking through his drawer, he found a packet of aspirin, flipped out two pills and popped them into his mouth, then swallowed. He winced at the bitter taste they had, and then the feeling like they were stuck at the back of his dry neck. He didn't feel like getting out of his chair to grab a glass of water. He swang his feet up onto his desk, leaned back and closed his eyes.


"TONY!" Tony jerked up, jumped up out of his seat and nearly fell off.

He looked around. Kate, Gibbs and McGee were staring at him as if he was a rare, yet deadly specimen in a container.

"Tony, go home! Get some rest," Gibbs said as he turned around and headed back to his desk.

"Boss, I'm fine," Tony said, his voice was soft, less energetic then usually.

"DiNozzo that was an order, not a suggestion!" Gibbs barked.

"But boss! We need to catch this guy," Tony said.

"And you need sleep, so go home, get some sleep then come back tomorrow."

Tony snatched up a few folders, his coat and keys and then stormed out to the lift.

"Boss, don't you think he should be getting some help?" McGee asked in his usual timid voice.

Gibbs didn't answer. He knew Tony needed to get help, it was written all over him. Yet something inside of Gibbs, his gut, told him that it wasn't the right time yet. That Tony would be best if he was alone, if he wasn't forced into getting help.

Author's Note:
Okay, I'm really sorry about how long this chapter took! Please review! Oh and thanks to Rinne who proofread it :D