A/N: This is a quick attempt at a film noir sort of scene. I make no promises of quality. Also, this is just a quick, short humor piece. It's not meant to take place in any certain point in the series.
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I looked at the suspect, sitting across the table from him. He seemed nervous... as if he had something to hide. I was bound and determined to learn why. No one could get anything by me.
"You seem nervous," I told him. "Any reason why?"
He shook his head.
"I just don't like interrogation, that's all," he replied. "Besides, you'd be nervous if you'd just been pulled from your work and brought down here."
He had a good point. Most people didn't like being taken from their work. But there had to be more to it. Feelings were never as simple as that. He had to be hiding something.
"One of your friends was killed recently," I told him, flipping a manila file open. "Petty Officer Pastry. Witnesses put you around the crime scene at the time of death."
"Of course I'd be near the crime scene at the time of death," the suspect argued. "I work in the same building as him!"
It was another good point. His name had been on a desk near the crime scene. But was it a coincidence that they worked in the building? Or had it been planned?
"Our forensic scientist is currently running the evidence we found at the scene of the crime. Abby... you remember her, right? Of course you do. You met her the last time we hauled you in here for interrogation." I gave him a smirk. "You got away last time, but not now. We've got plenty of circumstantial evidence to tie you to the scene. If you fess up now, we might convince the jury to go easy on you."
The suspect sighed, obviously fed up with the situation. He rubbed his temples and seemed to be attempting to remain calm. This was good. I was getting through to him.
"Where were you this morning at 0900?"
"I was at my desk, defragging my computer!"
"Can anyone prove you were there?"
"You were there! You saw me! So did The Boss!"
I slammed my fist down on the table, making the suspect jump.
"Tell the truth! You killed him, didn't you?"
"I didn't kill him!" the suspect shouted, pushing himself to his feet. He immediately calmed down, realizing the err of his ways as soon as I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I didn't kill him," he repeated, sitting down once more. "But, I may know who killed him."
I cocked an eyebrow. Was he really going to give up a fellow suspect?
"Really?" I asked. "And who might that be?"
"Look, you didn't hear this from me, but I saw one of my coworkers head towards the break room at around 0900. It could've been-"
The door to interrogation swung open, and both the suspect and I jumped at the sound.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked. "Stop interrogating McGee over your missing jelly doughnut and get your asses up to the bullpen! We've got a body!"
McGee stood up and walked out of the interrogation room, a thankful look on his face.
"Finally!" he breathed.
"But Boss," I cried, running after them, "he was just about to tell me his accomplice!"
Gibbs stopped and looked at me, and exasperated look on his face.
"Tony, whenever your doughnut goes missing, it's Ziva that's eaten it. I thought you would've realized that by now."
I stared at him in disbelief. All of a sudden, he reached up and slapped me upside the back of the head.
"And that's for using the interrogation room for something stupid."
