The NCIS, Washington D.C. Office, sat quiet for once.  There were no beeps of incoming data streams.  There were no phones ringing, cellular or land line.  There were no quiet hums of a fax machine whirling out suspects or bits of info.<br/><br/>The door to the Director's office was firmly shut, the blinds were drawn and not a peep was heard coming from that direction either.  It was eerie...unreal really for anyone used to the noisy bustle of the rather large room.  There were usually special agents coming and going at all times, crime doesn't mind the clock.<br/><br/>But the last day or so had been relatively quiet.  Yet the air was heavy, as if the whole room was holding it's breath waiting for the boom to be lowered.  It didn't have to wait long.<br/><br/>The fax to the left of Jefferson's desk clicked on and an a sheet of information streamed out.  The red light, indicating a possible case, began to blink and each agent  as well as Abby and the M.E. got a page to report to their respective Offices asap.<br/><br/>