It had been well over an hour since Tori DiNozzo had run off with Tim McGee. Normally Gibbs would have been furious, but there hadn't been a case for days. Not to mention McGee hadn't exactly been on his A Game since the breakup. Gibbs thought this would be the kick in the pants he would need to regain his senses. Also, Tony was mad enough for the both of them.
"Almost an hour late, Bishop, AN HOUR! What could they be doing?" Gibbs heard his Senior Field Agent from the bullpen.
"Tony, I really don't know and in honesty truly don't care," the newest member of their team responded curtly.
"Well, this is war!" Tony bellowed, "I'm going to date the shit out of Sarah McGee! I didn't do it when I had the first chance because it would have upset our dear friend Mr. McGiggles."
"You didn't date her because you were dating Jeanne," the boss rolled his eyes, "And if you were paying any attention to your teammate you'd remember that Sarah's engaged."
"Oh ya," Ellie smiled, "Tim and Sarah were having the race to see who'd get down the aisle first."
"Well, looks like she won," Tony brushed off the new subject, "Gibbs, can you call McDead Man and tell him to get back here with MY sister!"
"Calm down, she's a grown woman," Bishop smirked, "and if she's anything like you, Tori probably took him back to her place!" Tony shot her a glance as if she were going to get strangled.
"Not unless they hopped a flight to New York," Abby bounded into the bullpen, "That's where Ms. DiNozzo lives."
"And, how do you know this?" the other DiNozzo asked a bit skeptically.
"Easy, when I hugged Tori, I got one of her loose hairs, ran DNA test over it, and pulled up all of her information." she replied with a chipper hop.
"Abby…" Gibbs sighed staring up from his work.
"I know, I know Gibbs, we don't run DNA testing on family and friends unless they are suspects or victims in our cases. But, it's just been so boring here and I wanted to check to make sure she and Tony are really siblings…"
"And…" the gray haired man interrupted.
"Well, she's a DiNozzo. Mother is also Italian. Grew up in Jersey and attended Catholic school until going to Julliard. From there she moved to upstate New York. She performed in several Broadway productions and then from there started her own dance company. It's funny, Tony and Tori share a lot more than you think, blood type, allergies, eye color, and one big one…" Abby was cut off by the ringing of Gibbs' phone.
He held up a finger to silence her, "Gibbs…alright…where…Did you get the license number…rookie mistake McGee…we're coming…ok?...She's what!...I'll figure it out when I get there!" he slammed the phone with a loud crash, "Dead Petty Officer, grab your gear."
"But what about McGee?" Bishop asked.
"He's already there," Gibbs sighed leading them into the elevator.
"With my sister…" Tony began to say before Abby cut him off.
"Who I have VERY important information on!" she yelled after them.
"What?" Gibbs threw his arm between the closing doors.
"She's FBI," Abby stated excitedly.
"I know," he replied as he moved his arm, "Send me all the information you can."
"You're FBI!" McGee looked at her stunned as they made their way over to the body.
"Computer work occasionally. Mostly undercover ops, with the theatre background it comes pretty easy," she responded examine the dead body.
"And…the gun?" McGee gestured to the slinky dress she was wearing.
"Always strapped to my upper thigh!" Tori grinned suggestively.
"So you're telling me you always have a loaded gu…Oh God," McGee's voice went from slightly turned on to terrified in less than a millisecond.
""What?" she looked around the surrounding area, scanning for possible danger.
"Your head is bleeding," he replied, moving her back on to the curb.
"It's a head injury they always look worse," sighed, stood and moved back over to the body.
"Tori, as much as I do care about your head, you're also running the risk of contaminating the crime scene!" Tim pulled her back once more as Tori clamped a hand over her head in realization.
Thankfully, soon after the discovery of the head injury, the team arrived and began unpacking.
"Bishop, take photos, McGee, DiNozzo, bag and tag," Gibbs barked before turning to Tori, "FBI Agent Victoria Annette DiNozzo, started in a desk position, until they discovered your love for costuming. Now, you trick criminals everyday with you different facades."
Tori sighed, reached into her purse and pulled out her badge, too afraid to look Gibbs in the eye, "I'm sorry. I should have…"
"I don't know how they do things in the FBI, but at NCIS, that's a sign of weakness," the gray haired man replied, "That's rule number six. There are several more and you need to get used to them, if you accept my offer to stay on this case. You witnessed the crime and with your background, will be a valuable asset our team is lacking. Now, DiNozzo 2, go sit in the van and stop bleeding over everything."
"You take my sister on one date and she cracks her head open, that's some real charm Elf Lord," Tony rolled his eyes.
"You're just jealous that your newly discovered sister wanted to have lunch with me and not her big brother," McGee grinned, "And for the record Tony, she took me on a date."
"DiNozzo, McGee," Gibbs commanded, "Can we please get back to work."
After collecting evidence the team identified the body to be Petty Officer Hank Wallace. Ducky and Palmer chalked up the murder to one shot to the back of the head. Not that it wasn't already obvious. They all cleaned up and went back to the truck. There they found Tori, one hand with a towel clapped to her head, the other scrolling through her phone.
"You feeling ok?" Tony asked sliding in next to her.
"Ya, I'm fine, just trying not to bleed in your van," she gestured to the towel.
"Let me take a look," her brother commanded as Tori grudgingly removed the towel, "Whoa there, Vic, that's a pretty deep gash McGoo caused!"
"Don't call me Vic! I'm not a forty year old man with a smokers cough!" She began, "And McGee didn't cause my cut, and he was just protecting me."
"See," McGee stressed, "I told you!"
"You should have her see Ducky before he gets to our body," Gibbs shouted from the driver's seat.
"What's a Ducky?" Tori asked.
"Oh," McGee began, "He's our chief medical examiner. You must have just missed him, since you were in here."
"So he does autopsies. How well does he do with living people?" concern littered her voice, only causing everyone else to laugh.
Immediately upon arrival, Tony escorted his sister down to Ducky's lab. The doctor was overjoyed to finally be meeting the female DiNozzo. When he first saw her face, there was something familiar about it, that the doctor just couldn't place. Ducky examined her head, and despite Tony's worry, his sister only needed a two stitches.
"I promise Anthony, your sweet sister is going to be perfectly fine," he chuckled, "Completely survivable."
"Whatever, you say Ducky," he shrugged,
"Thank you, so much Dr. Mallard," Tori replied jumping off the table and shaking his hand.
"Oh, please, Victoria, Ducky," he grinned.
"Then please, Ducky, Tori," she giggled as the autopsy doors flung open.
"Hey gremlin," Tony smirked.
"Hello Tony," Palmer rolled his eyes before turning to the table, "Oh, hi Tori!"
"Jimmy? What are you doing here?" she turned, embracing him.
"I work here. I think the better question is, why are you here?" Palmer laughed
"She's my sister! How do you know her?" Tony asked in utter shock.
"Wait…really!? I just always thought the last names were a coincidence! But, Tori's your sister," he mused.
"Half-Sister, if you want to get technical," she corrected.
"Words, Palmer!" the senior felid agent demanded.
"Tony, she's Breena's best friend, they met after college in a spin class! Tori was the maid of honor at our wedding and is DJ's godmother!" Jimmy grinned.
"That's it!" the doctor shouted, "I know you from the wedding! I'm the Donald, your sweet godchild is named after! This truly is a small world isn't it?"
Tony rolled his eyes, "Ya, Ducky, real small."