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Post by star valentine on Feb 24, 2011 13:28:30 GMT -5
Star woke up quickly having not really fallen asleep yet when she got the call to go in. Apparently it was big or something like that, she didn't really care. She just knew she had to go in despite the lack of sleep she had. She had trouble sleeping normally but the anniversary of her helicopter accident was approaching and that was making everything so much worse for her. She quickly took a shower, did her makeup and threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, converse and a button up purple plaid shirt that matched her makeup.
She didn't exactly follow the rules when it came to the dress code but she didn't care because she knew she was pretty good at what she did. She got in her big black truck which she almost needed a ladder to get in too with how tiny she was and drove to the gas station so she could stock up on gigantic energy drinks for the day. She knew she had plenty of time so she wasn't rushing...until she got back in her truck at the gas station and realized that her truck wouldn't start. After smacking the wheel several times and shouting out a line of curse words that would make a sailor blush she popped the hood.
It took her a few minutes to check everything and that was when she realized that she had gotten her shirt all dirty and she had some black stuff on her cheek. She went inside and got someone to come out and help her. 20 minutes latter she was now late and looked very dirty. She went into the bathroom and took her plaid shirt off and put on a black tank top that hugged her frame tight and showed off her cute curves. Then she washed her face and fixed her makeup and decided she finally looked decent enough to show up for work.
She downed an entire energy drink and a half on the way to the crime scene and pulled up quickly. She was so late. She grabbed her stuff out of the truck and quickly walked to where she saw Gibbs go. She hadn't actually met him but he was pointed out to her when she first arrived at NCIS. This was also her first case and her first time meeting most of her team. She had a hard time getting threw the people who wanted to see her badge every 5 feet.
She was really short, thin and had a baby face so she looked like she was maybe 18 with bright fiery red hair and her military tattoo showing cause she forgot to grab her NCIS jacket out of the truck. She took a deep breath when she finally got in and ran a hand threw her hair so she could pull it into a pony tail and walked up to who she assumed was Gibbs since she didn't see her team leader any where yet. "HI! Sorry I am so late my truck broke down and it took forever to get it to start again and no one seems to believe that I work for NCIS." She let out a bit of a nervous giggle and shrugged. "I'm Star Valentine....I'm New... Just tell me what you want me to do and its done." She was praying her cheeks weren't getting red. "I...I'm assuming your in charge of both teams till Saxon gets here?" It was more of a question then a statement. She was nervous and didn't really know who to report too. She hadn't met her team yet so she didn't know who she was supposed to be with at the moment.
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Post by Alex Scott on Feb 24, 2011 21:45:42 GMT -5
"I always show up, that's why you like you me." he replied to Eve. Tony handed him the list and walked away to photograph the crime scene. Both he and Eve watched as Tony walked, then turned his attention back to Eve when she spoke again. Right, the President was listed as a guest an the Secret Service aren't telling them where the president is at the moment. At least not yet. He's gonna have to interview him for later, as for now, the directors of the different agencies invited where his first stop. Eve walked away too, leaving him standing alone in the center of the theater. He looked around, looking for the directors. He saw Vance in the corner talking with a couple of agents. He walked towards him.
"Director." he said, dispensing with the formalities. "May I speak to you sir?"
It took a couple of minutes to talk to the NCIS Director. It wasn't that fruitful. The director said mostly nothing, or that he don't remember. It was going to be be line of the day for most of the other VIPs on the list. Most of them weren't very keen on being interview liked a suspect. Some directors were even a bit hostile towards him, or maybe to NCIS as a whole, especially that of the Directors of the FBI and CIA.
It took almost about half an hour to interview the guests present. After he finished with the interview, he walked back toward the crime scene where most of the other agents where. It was after all where the crime happened. As he walked in, another agent appeared suddenly out of nowhere and introduced herself to Gibbs. Alex cringed when the probie introduced herself, she seemed "bubbly."
"Psst!" he called to her, then shook his head discreetly to emphasize that that was not the best way to introduced oneself to Gibbs. She could get away with it Alex knew, but with Gibbs you never really know. |
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Post by Saxon James on Feb 25, 2011 8:16:42 GMT -5
He had been working scenes long enough that he had key contacts in each agency. His badge hung on a chain around his neck, a trick he had picked up for emergency situations such as this. Cutting through the people that milled around, Saxon didn't screw around with waiting for direction. Instead, he watched the people around him. They gave off signals and he navigated by them instead. They were the stars in his night sky; the more nervous or stressed someone was, the likelier it was that they were closer to the crime scene.
He slipped under the tape that kept the rest of the wannabes from contaminating the scene, noticing those members of his team that were in attendance with pleasure before he nodded to Gibbs. Approaching the older man, Saxon looked around the scene, taking it all in before he spoke and when he did speak the words were functional. “I'll give the others a hand with interviewing,” he volunteered. Gibbs obviously had everything under control and he didn't see the need to funk things up with a testosterone struggle, especially when the older guy was one of the few people in the place that he respected.
“If you need me, holler. Valentine,” he added as he passed her. “You're with me.”
With that, Saxon disappeared out of the door again and into the corridor. He didn't bother to see if Star was following him or not – she would know him well enough by now to do it without a hitch. In the corridor, he caught up with Alex when he'd finished Vance. After acquiring the guest list, he ripped it casually in half. Then in halves again. Once quarter he gave to Alex. “Scott, you take these. Valentine,” he added looking at the young, almost-too-bubbly girl with bright red hair. “You take these. Witness statements. Not rocket science. There's only about 50 there. If you do your job right you should be done by noon tomorrow.” He kept one quarter for himself to get started in on. It was going to be one helluva long night.
“I'll take a quarter. If anyone else shows up, or you guys finish before me,” he offered them a rare smirk, “Then come and get 'em. Meet you here in an hour for a quick check-in.”
With that, his team were sent off on their duties. ((OOC: If Alex and Star want to just exit the thread now they can, or you can continue to post – keeping in mind that they are supposed to be interviewing people that don't exist.  If you want to rp their interviews, I would suggest you do it in separate one-shot threads. Kam will post here shortly with Gibbs and move the thread along. I would think this one will probably end soon whilst Kam and I organise more evidence. Feel free to have your characters post in other threads discussing their long night/mornings/interviews/lack of sleep/etc. Evie will still be looking at the crime scene. Victoria is around too.  ) |
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Post by shortiejinete on Feb 25, 2011 8:41:55 GMT -5
Victoria had the fingerprints and dropped them into one of the evidence containers after bagging and tagging them properly as something to match the fingerprints against, or rule them out of the crime scene either way. She had her gloves on, she hadn't exactly been trained just for SWAT, granted she had never gotten over being a Probie in the CIA before she was moved to SWAT but she knew enough.
She was shaking her head as she sipping her coffee leaning back on a railing that wasn't part of the crime scene and as such she didn't really think much of it, she was having to babysit she really had nothing better to do than put the dreaded caffeine into her system. She elicit responses of "I have to go to the bathroom" "Over there behind the tree" she told him. If he ran she would just shoot him in the foot but he wouldn't be able to go inside and shoot the crime scene from over there. "You can see over there" he complained. "Yeah and I'm not to let anyone leave my sights, you are stuck with me so knock it off and get used to it" she said with one of those 'you know you love me' smirks.
Had her husband not been so levelheaded he would have never been able to handle her and her attitude problem. "Well I'm totally not going where a woman can see" he informed her. "Suit yourself" she replied with a shrug. She had at least given him the option it wasn't like she could actually see behind that particular tree but she would have been able to see if he ran. She didn't know if they were being held as witnesses either and if they were why was Gibbs holding them together? |
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Post by Leroy Jethro Gibbs on Feb 25, 2011 9:41:25 GMT -5
Gibbs blinked at Alex in confusion. He... had realized that he meant it was NCIS's case. His response was the same. No, it was not an NCIS case. It was his case. He rolled his eyes as the agent walked away. He would not be giving Scott any duties of responsibility any longer, if he couldn't even handle a very practical delineation of authority without responding with insults, no matter who his friend was. Callen was a damn fine special agent. As far as he knew Scott was just some punk kid with an authority problem. He didn't have time for that when lives were on the line.
Gibbs about-faced when Star arrived, and hiked one grey eyebrow at her hyperactive questions. She reminded him a little bit of Abby but because she didn't know him well, he didn't immediately interrupt her to get her back on track. And anyway, he didn't know what name to use, although 'Probie' was always an appropriate standby. He glanced over her shoulder to see her own team lead approaching, so he answered her question simply. "Yep," he said. He was her team lead until her own showed up. It just so happened, her own was only a few seconds away.
Saxon took care of his crew, and started the interviews in earnest. That was good, because they all had a long night ahead of that. But behind him were two faces he had been waiting to see. He straightened up as the two remaining members of his team came marching in. Ziva immediately lowered her gaze to the floor at his stern look, giving only a quiet, "Gibbs," but McGee immediately launched into an apology, his face anxious.
"Boss, I'm sorry. My car wouldn't start! I had to call Ziva and then by the time we got here we couldn't get in for the press." He narrowed his eyes at the younger agent, and then jerked his head over his shoulder.
"Take over for Archer and DiNozzo," he told them, punishing them with boredom. The body was being removed and that left only bagging and tagging for those on the crime scene unit, and everyone else was privileged to interview cranky dignitaries. It was going to be a long night, but a star-studded one. Tony would like that, right? He began to turn around, but was stopped by McGee's voice and so he turned back.
"Yes, Boss. Um..." He glanced at the other two agents. "What are Tony and Evie going to do?"
Gibbs's blue gaze swept from Tim to Tony and Archer. "They're headed to the White House." He shrugged. "Someone has to talk to the President." With that, he turned to join Saxon and take a quarter of the guest list for himself, conveniently 'forgetting' to tell McKiernan that she could stop guarding the empty crime scene room. Behind him, Ziva glared at Timothy, whose mouth opened and closed like a fish with an apology that didn't come in time so the former Mossad agent hit him hard in the arm.
"I didn't know!" his whine floated to Gibbs as he walked away, and the senior agent smirked with an unspoken laugh.
Hours later the crowd within the JFK center was decidedly less full, with most of the important guests having been interviewed and only a few others still left around. Even Ziva and McGee, who had arrived later, were plopped down into seats within the auditorium, sick to death of taking witness statements and ready for some rest they weren't going to get. When Gibbs walked up, coffee in hand, completely awake, he looked down at the twitching ex-probie novelist until he finally popped awake and stood in a hurry. "I'm on it, Boss," he said out of habit, before realizing he didn't have any orders, and then he glanced at Gibbs. "What am I 'on?'"
Gibbs smirked. "Come on," he said in as soft a voice as he ever used, jerking his head towards the gathering crowd of other, just as sleepy-looking agents. "Whadda we got?" he asked as he entered the circle. If it was like any of his own interviews, it was a big fat nothing. Nevertheless, it had to be asked and it had to be said, so he waited to hear what everyone had to say. |
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Post by Saxon James on Feb 26, 2011 21:24:06 GMT -5
“A huge steaming pile of bupkiss,” Saxon replied with a slight shake of his head. His usually messy brown hair was decidedly defying gravity, and he blinked heavily in an attempt to clear his eyes of the sleep-fog that threatened to overcome them. He had nothing against working when it was needed. Unfortunately it seemed as though tiredness was starting to overcome all of them. He looked to Gibbs almost apologetically, not wanting to have come up empty handed but, really, that's exactly what had happened.
“I got a lot of stuff like 'The show hadn't even started yet,' and 'I didn't even see the guy – is his body in there?' and 'How did he die?' which was pretty much the sum of it.” He looked at the members of his team still present. “What about you guys? Turn up anything useful?” |
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Post by shortiejinete on Feb 26, 2011 21:40:08 GMT -5
Gibbs hadn't actually told her to hold the secret service for questioning so she didn't. He just wanted them kept off the crime scene and frankly they were just annoying her at this point. They had their fingerprints. If they needed anyone for anything then they could go track them down for all she cared. It wasn't like she hadn't asked them a few of her own questions before dismissing them. She wasn't completely useless, though Gibbs made her feel that way.
After she had made sure all the agents actually left she went in to join the others. She heard Gibbs asking if they had anything useful and she opened her mouth from the doorway. "Ever actually tried getting secret service to talk Gibbs it really isn't that hard" she said with her lips upturned into a smile.
She handed him a handful of papers. "Witness statements from all of them. And before you ask I dismissed them" she said knowing dang well if need be they could track them down. "They have been fingerprinted so Abby can sort their greasy little thumb prints from those that she might actually be able to use" she added. No the woman just didn't trust guys and that was the maim reason for most of her attitude. Gibbs had to earn her trust still; he had yet to do that since she came to NCIS. She figured being former CIA probably didn't actually help her case around most of the agents. |
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Post by Alex Scott on Feb 26, 2011 23:00:11 GMT -5
Most of the interview for the night has been completed. They were gathered in the corner of the huge stage of the theater. As expected, preliminary interview turned up nothing good, yet. They all took turn in reporting what they have, which is basically not much. A follow up would have to be done, but it could wait until they have a chance to review the statements.
Alex's interview where the same as those of the other team members. Nothing spectacular, all the usual 'I don't know.' reply. It's been a long night and everybody was now tired and wanted to get some rest before starting another day.
"Interviewed the people on my list, nothing." he reported. "I think I might have something some time tomorrow after I have a chance to review them."
He waited until all of them had the chance to report. When everyone was done, they were dismissed. Alex walked to his car and drove to his place. |
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Post by star valentine on Mar 3, 2011 12:03:20 GMT -5
Half way threw her list Star was almost ready to beat her head open or fall asleep standing up. This was boring and taking forever and for some reason people seemed to be taking their frustrations out on her. She even took a hit from some really drunk guy. She brushed it off knowing that everyone was just tired and probably wanted to go home as much as she did. Only one person had said something interesting which she wrote down and took all his info and had one of the Secret Service dudes go get her another energy drink from her truck. She chugged it quickly hoping it would set in just as fast. Her cheek was stinging where a nice red mark and a bruise was starting to form but she had definitely had worse growing up. The guy hit like a 9 year old girl.
She finally finished her list and walked back up to Saxon yawning and stretching. "The director of defense said he saw someone go into the guys dressing room for a while then he left and he doesn't see him around here any more. I got all his info but other then that there's just a bunch of restless people that want to go home." She said pointing to her puffy red cheek and taking a big gulp of her energy drink. She wasn't really that tired any more she just wanted to walk around and stretch out her legs and get food. Mostly the food part.
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If you want to rp their interviews, I would suggest you do it in separate one-shot threads. Kam will post here shortly with Gibbs and move the thread along. I would think this one will probably end soon whilst Kam and I organise more evidence. Feel free to have your characters post in other threads discussing their long night/mornings/interviews/lack of sleep/etc. Evie will still be looking at the crime scene. Victoria is around too. 
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