A/N Oh. My. God. I really cannot apologise enough to you. It's been like 5 months. I think you probably realised already that I'm horrifically inconsistent but even so, I'm a horrible person, and I really don't have much of an excuse other than that I've had a lot going on in my personal life at the moment. I haven't had an awful lot of time to think about all of this, and consequently not a lot of time to write. I had around the first half of the chapter almost kind of done around Christmas time, and I considered uploading it, but it was only like 500 words and as much as I wanted to upload, my beta told me that it's probably be better for me to leave it a little longer and at least give you a half decent chapter to satisfy you until I can eventually work out where to go with this story. If it's any consolation all of the other things that I said I had to do for school and stuff, I didn't do. I refused to do my French speaking assessment, I did a fair bit worse in my resits and I failed one of my mock exams… So because I'm lazy and decided that sleeping was more important than anything else in my life, I have suffered. In other news, I'm going to attempt to wrap up the whole story in the next couple of chapters, perhaps with an epilogue, but we'll see. I'll aim to have it all done for Easter, but, I'm not making any promises. Again, I'm so so so sorry. But getting on with the actually story at long last. You've got 3 POV's in this chapter, Abby, Ziva and Tony, as indicated along the way, and this is also the end of the case, at long last. It's been a good few chapters and possibly several months, I'm not too sure, since the case last surfaced, if you get confused, let me know and I'll try to help as best as I can. Please review, and I hope that you enjoy chapter 16 :) (I also apologise for what is quite possibly THE longest authors note like ever. :/) Also, I realised the other day that I've never actually done a disclaimer, so in case anybody was deluded enough to think that I owned any of the characters in this story (other than the ones involved in the case), you are sadly mistaken. Very sadly. I wish I was that creative. But at least there isn't one at the bottom again. This is it now. I swear.

Chapter 16- Are We Done Here?

Abby's POV

I finally had a break in this case, and Gibbs didn't even come down to see me. Seriously, had he given up on me or something?

I mean like it'd literally been days since I'd had anything, so when I finally did, shouldn't his Gibbs-senses be going off like crazy or something?

I decided to wait- but only for a few minutes- just in case he'd taken the stairs or was waiting for the lift or something.

However, five minutes later, it was to no avail.

I mean I was impatient enough as it was, I didn't need to wait for people. So, naturally, I ran out of the lab and over to the elevator, travelling up to the bull-pen.

The elevator doors slid open revealing the bull-pen and before they were fully out of the way I was out, running over to Gibbs.

"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!" I shouted as I ran over to him, "I think I solved this case!" I said, beaming at him.

"Okay, Abbs, show me what you got," he said, already making his way over to the elevator.

When we arrived back down in Labby, I began, "So you know how I was pretty convinced that it was the husband?"

"Please, do not tell me that it was, Abbs," Gibbs said, frowning at me.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that Gibbs, it turns out that Tony was right," I said, smirking.

"About it not being the husband or what?" He said, and by now I could tell that he was becoming impatient.

"About it not being the husband, and it wasn't his sister either. It wasn't anybody that we would've expected," I said, quickly, grinning in self-satisfaction.

"So who was it?"

"Dahrah Goulden."

"Who the hell is that?"

"She's James' sister's roommate, the one that Tony and Ziva are supposed to be interviewing with Ariana Milton today?"

"So she's coming here, today?"

"She should be, but I don't think she'll turn up if she has an ounce of sense in her," But of course before I had even finished my sentence, Gibbs was on his way out.

"Thanks Abbs," he shouted behind him as he headed up the stairs.

Tony's POV

They were late.

Not like I could go on at anybody for being late.

But you are not late for an interview about your best friends' death.

That's just something you don't do.

Nearly another fifteen minutes passed before they appeared in front of my desk.

"We're going to have to interview you both separately, if that's okay?" I asked them.

Ariana opened her mouth but Dahrah got there first.

"If that's what you have to do. I don't see why though, it's not as though we're suspects."

God, she was arrogant.

That's when Ziva stepped in.

"All that we want to hear is the truth, I am sure that you will both give us that but we need your own stories, not a mixed up version. We would like to hear it exactly how you both can remember it."

The girls shared a look.

Speaking silently, like me and Ziva did sometimes.

"Fine," Dahrah replied, shortly.

Ziva's POV

"Right then Dahrah, I am sorry that we are in an interrogation room rather than the conference room, but obviously it is not available," I began, slowly.

"It's fine," she replied, shortly.

"Shall we begin?" I asked, carefully.

"Sure, what do you wanna know?"

"Well we shall start with where you were the day that Christina was killed?" I said, attempting to give some direction to this interview.

"Erm, I was probably at home? What day was it, a Wednesday?"

"Yes, it was a Wednesday."

"Well then it was my day off, I would've been at home. I might have gone out shopping for a while in the middle of the day but not for long."

"Can you be a little bit more specific about what time you did these things?" I said, trying to dig a little deeper into the story.

"Not really, no. I don't document every single minute of my day, especially on my day off. I laze around, I clean the apartment if I need to and go shopping if I need to. That's it," she said abruptly.

"We are only trying to find out what happened," I said, trying to brush off the fact that she was being off with me.

"Well I can't help you. And I really don't see how I'm even relevant to all of this I'm not related to her and I wasn't really friends with her. I barely knew her, I'd met her a couple of times, but other than that…" she trailed off.

"Fine. Wait here," I said, getting up to go and find Gibbs.

Tony's POV

"I'd hardly even seen Chrissie recently," she said, bluntly. "I mean, usually, we'd be seeing each other a couple of times a week but she's been kind of touch and go recently. Y'know cancelling at a minutes notice, not showing up, avoiding calls, disappearing for days on end. She was telling James that she was away on business, y'know stuff to do with the navy, but I don't think that it was. He was keeping it quiet of course. He knew something…" She said, growing quieter towards the end.

"Well if she wasn't at work then where was she?" I asked, growing curious

"I don't really know, I mean, I didn't want to ask her or anything, y'know let on that I knew something was going on," she said, with that tone of voice women have when they know

"So you just pretended that you didn't know? Did you know?" Okay, now I was confused.

"Well I had my presumptions, but they aren't certain," she said, looking down at her hands.

"Well, I don't like to indulge in rumours," I said, smirking to myself, "But you wanna tell me what you thought was going on," I said, already with a slight idea of what she was implying.

"I thought she might have been sleeping with somebody else, I don't know. But she was pushing James away. Maybe pushing her towards somebody else," she said, again, hinting that there was something more to this.

"Like who?"

She took a deep breath.


"As in Dahrah your roommate?"

"Yeah. We've both known Dahrah since forever, easily longer than we'd known most of our other friends. She used to like him when she was younger. I don't think it ever really went away for her. He never knew. She couldn't tell him. And then when he got with Chrissie she knew nothing could happen."

"Do you think something was going on between Dahrah and James, before Petty Officer Chadwick passed away?"

"No," she said, sounding incredibly sure of herself, "James loved Chrissie way too much. He couldn't hurt her like that."

"So what do you think they were doing together then?" I asked her, in a questioning tone.

"They were probably just talking and stuff."

"Oh," I said, slightly disappointed. This case was growing colder by the second.

Ziva's POV

After several minutes of searching, I finally found Gibbs.

"Gibbs," I called out when I caught a glimpse of him.

"Ziver," he said, raising his eyebrow at me.

"Dahrah is not proving to be much help," I said, with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "She does not seem to have known the Petty Officer very well."

"But she has a connection to the case, obviously," Gibbs said, slowly as though I was missing something.

"What am I not catching here?" I asked, carefully, eyebrows furrowing together slightly as I thought about it.

"That Abby just told me that Dahrah was the one who did it," Gibbs said to me, as though I was some sort of imbecile.

"Oh. Is she sure?" I asked, quizzically.

"Seriously Ziva, you're doubting Abby? Wow, DiNozzo really has got into your head."

That earned a relatively deadly death glare from me.

"Maybe we could discuss your relationship with the Petty Officer's husband?" I asked carefully, knowing that this was a relatively sensitive subject.

"We've been friends for longer than we've been able to talk, and close for almost as long. We all went to school together and all always hung out together. Something could've happened between us then. That all changed when he met Christina. We hadn't really spoken for a few years until recently."

"What changed recently?"

She looked at me hesitantly, as though this was a question that she shouldn't have been answering.

"Dahrah, there is no point in hiding things, we will find out either way," I said, cautiously.

"He and Christina were having problems. And it was really messing with his head. He was pretty torn up about it all," she said, seemingly annoyed about the fact that Christina had upset James.

As though he was hers.

"So he came to you about this?" I asked.

"Yes. Who else would he have gone to? He trusts me," she said.

"I understand that, but why did he not go to a friend? Or even his sister? Why would he go to somebody that had hardly spoken to him in years?" I asked, confused.

"I don't know, I don't pretend to understand James' mentality, I just tolerate it." She said. God she was snotty.

"Okay. And what did you two do when he came to you?" I asked.

"We just talked. He was… he was confused and he didn't really know what to do. I mean, him and Christina had never really been a perfect couple, but from what I'd always heard from Ariana, they'd never argued like this. I don't know what started it, but I always presumed…" She said cautiously.

"And what exactly did you presume?"

"I presumed that she had something on the side. I just wish that she would've fucked off earlier. He loved her so much, and all that she ever did was throw it all away. Why would she even do that?" She said, growing angrier.

"I do not know," I answered, even though I knew exactly why. Fear.

"She was a bitch. She deserved everything she got for doing what she did to James and he's better off without her." She said, sounding more and more bitter by the second, should I pull her up on it?

"You sound bitter Dahrah." I said, bluntly, voicing my thoughts.

"Of course I'm bitter. She broke his heart a million times over. And she didn't care." She said, shortly.

"And what did you do about it?" I asked, carefully, aware that we could be getting close to the truth.

She looked down at the floor.

"Dahrah?" I asked again, pushing for an answer.

"It doesn't matter." She said shortly, attempting unsuccessfully to brush me off.

"Of course it matters!" I shouted at her, exasperated, "Dahrah, whatever you have done could implicate our entire investigation," I said, ever so slightly calmer.

"Oh it'll implicate it," she said, very quietly, under her breath.

"How?" I asked.


"Dahrah, how?" I pushed, again.


"Dah-" I began.

"-I did it." She interrupted, whispering.

"You did what?" I asked.

"I killed her." She said, louder this time.

"Why?" I asked, still pushing for answers.

"Because she was hurting him and it wasn't fair." She said, again her voice increasing in volume.

"Why was it not fair?" I continued.

"Because he didn't deserve it!" She screamed at me.

"So you thought the only option for this was to kill her?" I shouted back at her.

"Well what else was I supposed to do about it?" She shouted, again.

"I do not know. But you did not need to kill her." I said, growing quiet.

"Well I did." She said, shortly, sounding like a spoilt child.

"That is all," I said, rising from my seat and exiting the interrogation room.