Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, or any of the characters. Not even Tonya. How sad.

A/N: This was a challenge from a friend. Here you go!

DEATH BY BREAKFAST

The alarm blazed next to his ear. He grumbled, and shut it off. James Palmer, or Jimmy, as he preferred, climbed out of his nice warm bed, into the cold air surrounding him.

Later, dressed and having eaten breakfast, he walked into Autopsy. Early, as always, but, Ducky was there first.

He turned, "Ah, Mr Palmer, I was just about to call you. We have a body."

Jimmy nodded, grabbed his bags, and followed Ducky out to the van. He turned to the older man, "Where are we going, Doctor?"

"The high school," Ducky answered.

Jimmy nodded, and got them there in one piece, and without getting lost.

"Ah! I see your sense of direction is improving, Mr Palmer," Ducky observed.

Jimmy gave him a slight smile. Not exactly.

An officer directed them down the stairs. Another sent them down a hallway a few steps, then down another flight of stairs. They found a room with a completely black door. Even the window was black.

The door opened, and Gibbs pointed to a thick black curtain at the back of the room.

The pair made their way back there as Gibbs and Tony set off to talk with the Drama teacher.

Jimmy put down the bag just short of the curtain. He reached out to push the curtain out of the way, when it opened, revealing McGee on the other side. He nodded to the two men, and then slipped by them.

Ducky crouched next to the body, looking it over. Jimmy had frozen in place. All colour drained from his face, as he sank to his knees on the carpeted floor with a thunk.

Ducky looked up at this, "Mr Palmer?" his concerned voice asked.

"Tonya," He whispered, horrified.

Gibbs walked back into the room a moment later. "Victim's name is Tonya Palmer," He said quietly, his eyes finding the young man. "Jimmy?"

"My sister," Jimmy whispered. "My baby sister."

A/N: Well, there you have it. My first NCIS story. I'll continue it, if anyone wants me to.