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Post by Ziva David on Oct 7, 2009 9:54:42 GMT -8
Leeann Gavaness, the woman who found Ekaterina lives here.
((First to contact me who wants Leeann gets her.))
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Post by Ziva David on Oct 20, 2009 18:37:24 GMT -8
Ziva knocked on the door. "Hello? Ms. Gavaness?"
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on Oct 20, 2009 20:13:47 GMT -8
((I'll take her. I'm just going to describe her how I imagine her. What's her occupation?)) Leeann, a pale blonde woman who was really too tall and thin to be all that pretty, peeked out of the door, her surprisingly dark eyes (when one considered how pale the rest of her was) shifted back and forth. She did not open the door all the way.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her voice was a light as the rest of her, so the harshness she tried to up in it was almost comical.
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Post by Ziva David on Oct 21, 2009 10:34:40 GMT -8
((Dentel Hygenist.))
"Ziva David. I'm here with NCIS," Ziva said, as she showed the woman her badge. Ziva's olive skin and dark eyes contrasted greatly with Leeann, but Ziva didn't say much.
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on Oct 21, 2009 17:01:08 GMT -8
Leeann gulped. "W-what do you want? I already told the police everything." She still did not open the door all the way.
Leeann glanced around, then leaned her head through the door toward Ziva. "Ekaterina was a good person. If something like this could happen to her-" she squeaked, startled seemingly by her own shadow and retreated back behind the door.
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Post by Ziva David on Oct 21, 2009 20:19:03 GMT -8
Ziva said, "Is there someone here with you? And could you tell me everything you told the police?"
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on Nov 1, 2009 10:50:39 GMT -8
"No," Leeann said, even though she nodded. Then she began to talk very fast. "I knocked on her door, because she had just gotten back froma trip the night before, and I always bake her bread when she gets back from a trip, and the door was unlocked, and she never leaves her door unlocked, and I should have called the police right then, because I knew something was wrong, and I just walked in, and her house was prestine, which isn't like Ekaterina, not at all, and there she was, and... " Leeann burst into tears.
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Post by Ziva David on Nov 1, 2009 11:31:49 GMT -8
Ziva didn't deal well with crying women, seeing as she hardly ever cried herself. Ziva took her notes in short hand in Hebrew. She'd know what it meant and no one else was able to. She said, "Thank you, Ms. Gavaness." She handed the woman her's and Gibbs' business cards. "Please contact us if you remember anything else."
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on Nov 5, 2009 14:38:38 GMT -8
The woman took the buisness cards, but she was shaking and they slipped from her fingers. Leeann didn't notice, she had the door shut before they hit the welcome mat.
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Post by Ziva David on Nov 6, 2009 20:19:00 GMT -8
Ziva blinked. Something had shaken that woman and she was going to find out what it was. She bent over to pick up the business cards and slipped them through the mail slot. "Shalom, Ms. Gavaness..." she muttered walking down the steps and back to the crime scene to talk to Tony about this.
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Post by Ziva David on Dec 1, 2009 20:21:56 GMT -8
((Just a few minutes later.))
She knocked on the door again. "Ms. Gavaness, it is Ziva David. Could you come out here please?"
Oh, where was Tony when she actually needed back up?
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Post by Leroy Jethro Gibbs on Dec 2, 2009 12:07:45 GMT -8
Gibbs followed Ziva silently, just to make sure nothing went wrong.
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Post by Ziva David on Apr 6, 2010 9:10:34 GMT -8
((Nick, can you take Leeann?))
"Ms. Gavaness, are you in there?" Ziva called.
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