NCIS: Mistletoe
It was the two days before Christmas. A naval officer had driven to Washington D.C. for Christmas to visit his mother and sister. He walked into the house, carrying a small suitcase and duffel bag. The officer's older sister raced at him holding two small glasses of red wine. She hugged him tightly, spilling her glass on the tile floor. Embarrassed, she handed the second glass to her brother. He gratefully accepted it, tired after his long journey and drained it in one sip. The petty officer's mother swooped down for a hug, and the officer returned it happily—for a moment. After a quick squeeze, he fell, limp to the ground, his breathing stopped. The two women screamed.
In the NCIS office, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo was sitting at his computer working furiously. Across from his desk, Special Agent Ziva David sat at her desk, watching him carefully. Special Agent Timothy McGee was at his desk, deep in thought.
"Tony?" asked Ziva.
"What Ziva? I'm kind of busy right now!"
"Ohh?" Ziva said, eyebrows raised. She walked slowly towards his desk, clad in a grey suit.
"Hey!" snapped DiNozzo. "This is private!"
Ziva laughed and walked over to McGee.
"McGee," she whispered.
"Yeah?" he whispered back, confused.
"Hack onto Tony's computer," said Ziva. McGee took a double take.
"Why?" he replied.
"Just do it." Ziva retorted. McGee hesitated, but then started typing furiously. A degree at MIT College worked wonders for him and the office, as he was their technology geek. Images started appearing on McGee's computer, and bugs appeared on DiNozzo's.
"Oh no! McGeek, help! I'm being hacked!" DiNozzo jumped out of his seat, his hands on his head, an expression of horror plastered on his face. Ziva snorted. DiNozzo snapped his attention towards her, and lowered his hands slowly.
"You little!"
"Dating website," said McGee quickly.
"Ha!" Ziva said.
DiNozzo cocked his head and laughed, very falsely.
"You got me," he rolled his eyes.
"Why does Anthony DiNozzo, king of dates, need help finding one?" asked Ziva, gleeful that she found out.
"Holidays." DiNozzo said simply.
"But—"
"Gear up!" said the crew's boss, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
"Yes boss!" said DiNozzo quickly.
"Dead officer," Gibbs said.
"Yes boss!" repeated DiNozzo. Ziva, DiNozzo, and McGee grabbed their bags and followed Gibbs out the door, used to the routine.
"Petty officer George Layen. Died last night after driving from Florida to visit his family for the holidays." Gibbs told Ziva, DiNozzo and McGee. McGee pulled out an NCIS camera and snapped rapid pictures of the body from various angles. The officer's body laid in front of the front door, no sign of death, except for he wasn't breathing.
"Cute guy," said Ziva.
"Well I hear he's got a sister…" said DiNozzo.
"DiNozzo! David!" said Gibbs
"On it boss. No bullet or stab wounds," pointed out DiNozzo. Ziva snapped on a pair of latex gloves and pulled back the man's collar.
"No sign of strangulation either."
"Because he died in the sight of his family." Gibbs said.
"Right boss," said DiNozzo.
"Then I'm guessing poison," said Ziva.
"Most likely." Gibbs said.
"Where's his mother?" asked McGee. "And sister?"
"Upstairs." Gibbs said. "I'm having them wait there until I can get a chance to interrogate them."
"I'll do it!" offered DiNozzo anxiously. Ziva made eye contact with Gibbs and furiously shook her head 'no.'
"Ok DiNozzo," agreed Gibbs. Ziva glared. "You can do the mother. McGee, take the sister."