![]() ![]() That got Gibbs moving again, Tony right at his side. The detective rubbed his hand across his face. "Heard the homeowner is a fed, he one of yours?" Tony knew that if he'd opened his mouth, they'd know he was too close to the possible victims and they'd force him back behind the police line, so he kept his mouth shut and let Gibbs do the talking. Gibbs angled directly toward him, Tony right on his heels. Gibbs and Tony both recognized the bulk of a bulletproof vest under his jacket. Without saying anything, the patrol officer glanced over at an older man standing in front of Mrs. ![]() They both scrambled out, Gibbs already holding his badge up to fend off the uniformed officers trying to head them off. "Steady, Tony." Gibbs gave up trying to get closer and pulled the car up against the curb. He forced down his panic – at least until he saw a coroner's van pulling in. Tony couldn't count how many crime scenes he'd been to over the years, but seeing the various patrol cars and ambulances around his home was something entirely different. ![]() In their rush out of the courthouse, they'd only stopped long enough to retrieve their weapons, but even those few seconds seemed to add an hour to the trip home. ![]()
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