It was the 31st October 2010, otherwise known as Halloween, the night was dark and silent as the wind blew through the Washington DC area causing a whistling noise as it passed the windows of the NCIS building. The trees outside blew in a strange manor, hitting windows and rustling leaves. This was the time of year that monsters walked the streets of the world, they emerged from the sewers and stalked the human's homes in search for food. Those humans that were unlucky enough to refuse these creatures food would have tricks played on them, their homes would be covered in stick and powdery substances, as well as quite often their actual bodies would be pelted with the horrid liquid. Goo would slide down their windows or faces, making the screech in horror, or fear, slamming their doors and turning out their lights, hiding in the dark from the monsters that emerged annually from the depths of the darkness. Within the dark bullpen of NCIS there were orange lights tracing the shape of the stairs and balcony that were shaped as pumpkins, and there was candles littered on desks, beside platter's of horrid looking food, they had blood colored Kichlach's, green goo pizza's, eyeball punch, blood wine, finger rolls, and creepy crawlie cakes along with other various disgusting looking foods, drinks and treats. Desks and Filing cabinets were draped with cobwebs, whilst the floor was dripped with blood and footprints along with an outline of a body near the dark window. A vampire was sat with pizza in his hand, his fangs covered in blood as he bit into the gooey Italian food, a black cloak draped over his back, with red interior, whilst his face was pale and hair was gelled back in a vampire fashion statement, he wore armani shoes and suit with his expensive golden watch, his name was Tony. Opposite him was a pair of married monsters, one silver haired man was holding his beautiful Israeli wife, both dressed in co-ordinating outfits, zombie bride and groom, their names were Ziva and Jethro, they wore white clothing, covered in cobwebs, and paler than usual. They had eyes that bore into you, with no color or passion within them. A witch was sat on the edge of a desk, her hat tall and pointed, as her dress was black, purple and very short, with her high heeled boots and huge broomstick, the cobweb tattoo on her neck recognised her as a witch called Abby, she looked at the man before her, a man that was wrapped in bandages, a man otherwise known as Timothy McGee, but tonight he was a 4,000 year old Mummy, that was out to eat anything or anyone in site. Ziva looked up the stairs, the only one missing was her daughter, she wondered where her child was, knowing that she must be in the director's office with Jen.
