Tony poked his head out of the elevator and glanced at the team's office. Ziva and McGee were both at their desks, silently tapping away at their keyboards. After concluding that Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not at his desk, Tony found it fit to glide toward his desk, an accomplished grin on his face. He set his bag down on the ground beside him and took off his jacket.

"Boy, was I lucky," he said, hanging the jacket around the back of his chair. "Good thing boss-man isn't here yet." Ziva peered at him over her computer screen. Tony was unable to see her smile, but he did notice her and McGee quickly glance at one another. "Where is he, anyway?"

"That's just what I was getting ready to ask about you, DiNozzo," Tony heard from the MTAC balcony. He flinched.

"How are you doin' boss?" he asked playfully, turning around to watch Gibbs descend from the staircase.

"I'd be doin' a whole lot better if my team showed up on time," the older man responded. Tony kept a smile on his face.

"Heh, heh, funny story, really," he began. "You see, this morning my car was…" Tony realized Gibbs wasn't interested so he began to trail off. "flat tire… traffic… no parking…" Gibbs raised his eyebrows and waited for Tony to stop talking.

"Are you finished?" he asked. Tony put his head down.

"Yes, sir," he said.

"Good," Gibbs said. "Then, gear up. We've got a dead Marine." The team stood up and grabbed their belongings as quickly as possible before following Jethro to the elevator.

"What do we have this time, boss?" McGee asked, last to step into the elevator.

"25 year old Sergeant Robert Wilson. He washed up near the bay this morning," Gibbs explained.

When the team arrived at the port, they were greeted by a handful of policemen and a crowd of on-lookers.

"We found him this morning at about 6 o'clock. Our workers were unloading the shipments on the boats as they do every morning, but it was Derek who saw the man just below, floating face down," one of the shipping port's managers told Gibbs as he took notes. Tony and Ziva were scoping the surrounding area for any type of evidence, or anything that would help with the case. Ducky and Palmer pulled up only a few moments later.

"Ah, Jethro, what do we have here?" he asked, doing a once-over inspection on the blue body.

"Sergeant Wilson, washed up to the bay this morning," Jethro explained, casually taking a sip of his hot coffee.

"I see," Ducky said as he moved the dead figure around to get a better look. "By the looks of this young fellow, I would have to initially say that drowning is the cause of death." Gibbs didn't look exactly satisfied with Ducky's observation. "However," the old man continued. "There's obvious indications of a fight." Palmer proudly picked up the dead Marine's right hand and helped Ducky go into more depth.

"You can see that the knuckles are bruised, like he punched somebody," Palmer stated. "It was probably a good punch, too, if his hand got this black and blue before he died. I would expect whoever he hit has a broken nose, or jaw… maybe ribs or something." Ducky and Gibbs stared at Palmer.

"We found something!" Ziva shouted from below the docks. Gibbs and McGee walked in their direction, leaving Ducky and Palmer to the body. Ziva put on her gloves and picked up a few bullet casings, dropping them carefully into evidence bags. Tony was a little closer to the water, where he picked up a pistol, also placing it into an evidence bag.

"Did the body have any bullet wounds, boss?" Tony asked, squinting from the sun's brightness, trying to see Gibbs' face through the cracks of the dock.

"No," Gibbs responded.

"Huh," Tony sighed. "Whoever was shooting at this guy then must have had horrible aim. I'm guessing that was why they ended up… how did the Sergeant die, exactly?"

Gibbs shrugged, quickly glancing back at Ducky and Palmer, who were putting the body into a bag in order to load it into their truck. "Dunno yet," he answered. "Keep looking."