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Who: Jenny Shepard (and anyone who needs to make an appearance to brief her)
When: Day One (Case One)
Where: The Director's office
What: Phone call from Lt. Silva's father



My office line buzzes for the third time in under an hour.

"Yes, Cynthia?" I reply, tersely.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it's Dr. Silva again." I roll my eyes. This man is getting old very quickly.

"Put him through," I say, taking my glasses off and tossing them onto my desk, "Yes, Dr. Silva?" I answer, putting the phone to my ear.

"Have you questioned any of her coworkers, or her commanding officer yet?" he asks with no attempt at civilities.

"For the third time in the last hour, Doctor, when my people find something, I will let you know." On the other end of the line, I hear him switch the phone to his other ear.

"Look, Director Shepard, I am a man of means... I will not be stonewalled by some bureaucratic ice queen..." That's it, this man has pushed me too far, pissing me off.

"Sir, I don't know how you run things down at the country club, but here at NCIS we don't 'stonewall' anyone. Once our team has thouroughly assessed and processed the crime scene, we will contact you with more information. Until then..." Suddenly, I'm speaking to a dial tone. Hanging up the phone, I can't help the small, yet smug, smile that crosses my face. I glance at my watch and grab a legal pad before heading out the door. Pausing in the outer office I turn to my assistant.

"Will you please let the Secretary of the Navy know that I will be in MTAC for the rest of the morning talking to Lieutenant Silva's commanding officer," Cynthia reaches for the phone, "When he calls me, Cynthia... not before."