Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS
A/N: I like hugs…give me hugs.
She tapped her foot. Abby was trying as hard as she could to figure out a nickname for Enora. It's not like she didn't like the name. On the contrary, it was beautiful, but what else was she supposed to do to help her feel comfortable? (At least, what else that still kept within her sense of humor). She began thinking again. 'Enora Gwendolyn Abernathy. En. Aber. Thy. En. Lyn. En…lyn…'
"I got it!" Abby shouted the moment the elevator doors opened.
Enora remained focused, but asked, "Got what?"
"You're nickname! I finally figured it out. You ready for this?" She asked, as she walked over to when Enora worked. There was expectation in her eyes.
"Yeah!" Enora replied, now fully distracted from her work.
"You sure?" She asked again, setting down her coffee.
"Yes! I'm sure!" Enora reiterated.
"Are you sure you're sure?" Abby probed.
"Abby," Enora half threatened.
"Okay, okay. Here it is…Enlyn." Abby's eyes were full of excitement.
"Enlyn! Oh, that's awesome!" Enora exclaimed.
"Yeah it is. But yeah, that's what we'll call you from now on…" Abby thought for a moment, "or at least I will. I don't really care if any one else does."
"Alright," Enlyn let out a final laugh, "well, I suppose we should get back to work, since we're getting paid and all."
"We are?" Abby looked at Enlyn suspiciously, "Oh, that's right we are. Phew, I need caffeine." Abby took a sip of her coffee.
"Right," Enlyn laughed, "well I got the prints back from the doorknob."
"That's great!"
"Yeah, well, not as interesting as I had hoped. They were just from Mrs. Daltry, nothing more."
"Hmm, well, either she murdered her own daughter or the murderer was wearing gloves. I'm going for the second theory."
"Yeah, it sounds more plausible, but there's one thing I don't understand," Enlyn said.
"What's that?"Abby asked.
"Well, firstly, why did the murderer bring both a knife and a gun and end up using both in the act of killing Shelby. Secondly, if the murderer was smart enough to wear gloves why didn't he dispose of the body instead of hiding it under a desk?"
Abby waited a moment, "That was two things."
"What?" Enlyn asked.
"Well, you said that there was one thing you didn't understand, but that was two things and possible three if you count the first one as two."
Enlyn made a confused face, "well, yeah, so I did, but that's not my point. My point is, the dots don't connect. He or she did one smart thing, one stupid thing, and one thing that doesn't make sense."
"Maybe he did more things smarter than we think," Abby speculated.
"What do you mean?" Enlyn asked.
"We haven't seen the body yet."
Kate knocked at the door and almost immediately a woman in her late 20s opened it. "Hello," Kate began, "Is Beck Daltry available?"
"Can I ask who wants to speak to her?" The woman asked.
"Yes, I'm Special Agent Todd and this Special Agent DiNozzo from NCIS. We just need to ask her a few questions."
"Oh, yes," the woman said slightly relaxing, "Come on in, I'll go get her and she'll be down." Kate and Tony walked into a well-lit foyer. Once the woman at the door left Kate turned to Tony.
"I don't think she did it," Kate said in a quite tone.
"Neither do I, but she doesn't have a confirmed alibi." Tony was walking around the foyer, looking at the lights, the ceiling, the vase on the corner table.
"Why are you being fidgety?" Kate asked.
"No reason," Tony said. It was obvious he had then made it a point stop.
"Hello?" Came a voice from the stairway.
"Mrs. Daltry?" Tony asked.
"Yes, my friend told me you were from NCIS and needed to speak with me."
"That's right," Kate confirmed.
Mrs. Daltry motioned to a couch in the room beyond the foyer, "Please, take a seat."