1: New Case Gen User

2: interrogation agent/someone he knows Gen User

3: Free space

NCIS

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New Case

The bullpen of the NCIS headquarters was humming with its usual morning energy. Sunlight filtered through the windows near the elevator, casting long shadows across the burnt orange walls. Tony was leaning back in his chair, mid sentence as he recounted a dramatic retelling of a film he’d seen the night before, while McGee tapped away at his keyboard, eyes fixed on a burgeoning data set. Ziva sat poised, her expression unreadable as she sharpened a small knife, the rhythmic shink shink providing a steady beat to the room.

The doors to the elevator opened, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. Gibbs entered the bullpen with his signature purposeful stride, a cup of black coffee in one hand and a manila folder in the other. He didn't offer a greeting; he didn't need to. The team felt his presence like a change in air pressure.

"Gear up," Gibbs barked, his steely blue eyes scanning the desks before settling on his team. He tossed the folder onto the center table with a dull thud. "New case. Navy Commander found dead."