NCIS/Psych: New Year's Eve(n)

Summary: Head Detective Carlton Lassiter is searching for his kidnapped fiance, Angeline. What he doesn't know is that she's been framed for a murder and is now in the hands of NCIS. Will they be able to uncover the truth, or will Daemon get away with murder?

AN: Hello and welcome to part four of Lassie's Holi-daze. This story follows Halloween Knights, Thanksgiving Daze, and Christmas Mourning. I included a short recap of what's happened so far. If you haven't read the other stories, this one should still make sense.

This story will be a crossover with Psych.

I promise that the non-Psych fans will still be able to follow the story without difficulty.

Chapter 1: Prologue

"She's in D.C.?" I sputtered, running my fingers through my hair anxiously.

Angeline was across the country. I knew that Daemon had taken her as far as Arkansas, of course. How could I ever forget the bloody crime scene and the 1.8 million acres where I thought he'd buried her body?

But her call early this Christmas morning had left no doubt that she was still alive, and apparently somewhere in Virginia.

My partner, Detective Juliet O'Hara, typed furiously as she tracked who owned the phone that Angeline had used in her plea for help.

I paced in front of her desk, unable to sit still even in the organized chaos of the Santa Barbara police station. I knew that as head detective, I was probably out of line using department resources to track the call. I should call the FBI. Angeline was a kidnap victim, taken over state lines and therefore a federal case.

But I just couldn't do it.

She was my fiancé. I loved her and I thought she'd been dead for three weeks. How could I simply make a phone call to the proper authorities?

My stomach rolled once again as I thought about what could have happened to her in the weeks since Daemon kidnapped her.

The man was completely unscrupulous, sadistic, and determined. He'd raped Angeline and tried to kill us both on Halloween, he'd sacrificed two of his men to try to kill her on Thanksgiving, and he'd nearly killed me when he kidnapped her.

All because of her scum-of-the-earth brother.

It wasn't enough that she was kept in the basement for a decade to be used and abused by her drug-dealing brother's friends and co-workers. No, the minute I rescued her and she agreed to testify, her brother sent Daemon to kill her.

Even after the trial, with her brother and his cohorts put away for life, still he kept after her.

And he'd succeeded. He shot me, only grazing my temple because of Angeline's efforts, and took her.

I thought she was dead.

I knew she was dead.

Everything we'd found; the cabin deep in the woods, the stolen car, the bloody sheets, all pointed to her quick and painful demise.

And yet, she'd left that message on O'Hara's phone this morning.

Why didn't she call me? I can understand not calling Henry, even if he was like her adoptive father. As a retired cop, he'd definitely be trumped by an active one if you needed help fast. But why not me?

And who was Tim? All she'd asked was for O'Hara to call a guy named Tim and tell him she was in trouble and needed help.

My fists clenched as I remembered the scream that had cut off any further information.

The only thing we had left to go on was that phone.

"The number is military," O'Hara said, watching me with concerned eyes, "Registered to a Lieutenant Roger James, Navy."

"Military," I muttered, shaking my head.

What on Earth was Angeline doing with a military man's cell phone? How had she escaped from Daemon?

Where was she now?

"Go," Chief Vick ordered, startling me from my thoughts. When had she come in? Why wasn't she with her husband and baby on Christmas?

"I called her," O'Hara said quietly.

"I said go, Carlton," Chief Vick repeated, "You're still on vacation, so jurisdiction shouldn't be an issue. One stipulation: get the FBI to back you up. I don't want you going after Daemon alone. He's done too much damage already."

I frowned at the thought of crawling to the FBI for help, but she was right. I couldn't do this alone. I nodded sharply.

I was going to D.C.