[Witch Hunt:1]
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3rd Person POV:
Tony plopped into his chair, fidgeting for a moment before reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out wads of paper. Across the way Ziva was scanning her face in a compact mirror. Tony turned and began tossing the paper into McGee's wastebasket, cheering quietly as he made the shots. He looked over and frowned at Ziva who was still primping in her mirror.
"You're not planning on leaving early are ya?" he inquired, getting back to his game.
"And if I am?" she hummed.
"I wouldn't advise it. Do you know what today is?" Tony pointed out. Ziva closed the compact.
"Tuesday." She answered easily.
"It's Halloween Ziva. It's an American holiday…"
"I know. The wearing of silly outfits and begging for treats. I would imagine it's a DiNozzo national holiday?" she inquired teasingly. Tony stared at her unamused.
"Well you imagine wrong, I don't do Halloween." He deadpanned. They both looked up as the elevator dinged, revealing Claire rushing out of it. Tony straightened up and frowned in confusion as she entered wearing a trench coat. He pursed his lips and tried to peer over his desk to get a hint as to what she was wearing under the coat but all he saw were tall lace up combat boots. That got him nowhere.
"She does." Tony pointed out as Claire made her way past them.
"I do what?" she inquired, rushing over to rummage through her desk. Tony's head tilted wistfully as he watched her bend at the waist. But that damn trench coat didn't give away anything.
"Celebrate Halloween….why aren't you at that party already. I thought Gibbs gave you the go ahead to party with Abby?" he inquired.
"I forgot my gun." She pointed out, placing it in the holster on her thigh with her back towards him. Tony's eyebrows rose sky high at the placement, but he still couldn't see what she was wearing.
"Why don't you do Halloween? Your father again?" Ziva inquired, getting back to their conversation. She smirked at Tony's surprised head jerk, as if he totally forgot she was even there. Claire proved to be quite the distraction.
"I don't do Halloween ever since I became a cop. Weird things always happen on October 31st." Tony informed Ziva.
"Thus, the gun. There's bound to be some kinky stuff going on." Claire agreed, grabbing her badge to slide on her belt.
"Define weird." Ziva whispered curiously. Tony stood, slowly making his way to McGee's desk to pick up the wads of paper that missed the basket.
"Grave robberies, beheadings, cattle mutilations…"
"Staking fake vampires, moonlight matings.." Tony bolted upright.
"Matings?...you mean.." Claire smirked devilishly.
"Oh yea. Wanna be werewolves are very kinky." She told him with a grin, knowing his head was practically exploding.
"..and McGee, turning fuzzy and blue." Tony commented as he spotted McGee walking in to join them, buttoning his shirt over part of a costume. The agents all turned to stare at him as he come to his desk. Tim paused and looked around at them uncomfortably.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"What's under your shirt?" Ziva asked pointedly.
"My t-shirt." McGee deflected.
"Okay, he's lying." Claire grinned.
"Oh yea" Tony snickered in agreement. He glanced down to look in the back next to McGee's desk.
"Oh yea!" he laughed in delight, spotting the furry blue pieces of a costume inside. He quickly snatched the bag before McGee could, laughing tauntingly. McGee sighed in exasperation, knowing he wasn't going to live this down for a while. Tony pulled out a hat with ears and tossed it towards Ziva who placed it on her head.
"I know you play a fairy on that online game but…dressing up as one?" Tony mused, looking at Ziva's new pointy hat.
"Why are you picking on me?! Claire's the one in the trench coat, what about what she has under there?" McGee sputtered, trying to save face.
"Sorry McGee I don't think we have reached that level in our relationship." Claire teased, McGee rolling his eyes.
"That's not what I meant. What's really under the coat?" he pressed, gaining Tony and Ziva's interest as well. Claire smirked.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours…" she rose her brows challengingly. However, McGee flushed and she knew she had won. He wasn't about to show them his full costume.
"Really….why are you blue?" she asked with a grin.
"It's a snow elf and I'm going to a costume party ok?" McGee defended. Ziva pulled out her compact and examined the accessory on her head.
"It's far from okay probay.." Tony sighed mysteriously, putting the elf shoes on his hands. Claire gave him a weird look but couldn't help but grin.
"You know when Tony said furry and blue, I was kinda hoping for Beast from x-men. This is a disappointment." she chimed in, wincing at the furry costume. McGee looked over at her in surprise.
"Really?"
"Yea I mean you're smart so fits the bill, and Beast would be less lame." She shrugged.
"She has a point there probie, and I might have approved of that costume but this…. I would say this is taking geek one step beyond." Tony muttered.
"Oh sadly I would have to agree. I suddenly felt all the respect leave my body as soon as I put this on." Ziva snickered, looking back over at the boys.
"Well normally you would be right, but you haven't yet met my ice queen." McGee returned, gesturing for the girls to come over and join them at his desk. Tony hummed, resting his face against the furry shoes while Claire eagerly bounded over to stand behind McGee who began to pull up photos on his computer.
"You've got to be kidding me." Tony snickered, however his laugh died off as McGee brought up photos of a very pretty, fit, blonde girl.
"And I'll also mention she's a Redskins cheerleader." he puffed up proudly.
"Oh impressive." Ziva nodded.
"Nicely done McGee." Claire complimented.
"That's a very hot woman, how did you meet her?" Tony asked in shock, before jerking his head back towards her photos.
"At the Armani store. Found out we played on the same gaming server together." McGee informed smugly. Tony stared at the man incredulously.
"Since when can you afford Armani?" he questioned, reaching out with his shoe covered hands and pulling pack McGee's suit jacket to find a label. Claire swatted his hands away scoldingly.
"Leave the man alone." she hissed gently.
"Gear up!" they heard Gibbs walking into the area. In a panic, the agents quickly scrambled to look normal however it didn't pay off. Gibbs did a double take as he walked past, before staring at them curiously. McGee with his fuzzy blue undershirt, Tony trying to hide the fuzzy shoes while crossing his arms, Claire in trench coat, and Ziva with an elf hat on her head. Gibbs blinked at them.
"Oh my god." Ziva muttered in a panic, ripping the hat off her head.
"They're McGee's." She quickly explained. Gibbs turned to McGee.
"Well I was going to a costume party later tonight." he muttered in explanation. Gibbs then turned to look at Claire.
"I was already supposed to be at a costume party with Abby." She shrugged. Gibbs licked his lips and nodded.
"Well you're not anymore." Claire deflated in a pout.
"General Custard was shot, and he's got a dead skeleton in his living room." Gibbs informed them.
"What did I tell you. Halloween." Tony muttered pointedly.
"Do I get a chance to at least change?"
"Nope, let's go." Gibbs quickly shot down Claire's request. With a sigh she headed over to her desk to grab her go back.
"Tell me honestly…. Are you here to flash me?" Tony purred from just behind her. Claire stood giving him a glare.
"Don't make me shoot you." She threatened before following the others, Tony grinning widely as he trailed just behind her.
"I knew it." he teased. Claire couldn't fight the grin slowly working its way onto her face.
"Shut up, Tony."
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The crime scene took place in a suburban neighborhood that was still crawling with kids and adults in costumes. McGee was chatting nervously with his 'ice queen', telling her he had to cancel.
"W..wait Sherry…what about next weekend…but it's not my fault." He frantically tried to reason with her. The other three shared a look as he rounded the van where they were loading their gear.
"Oh my poor little McGee. I'm sure they'll be more ice queens online." Ziva halfway consoled as McGee hung up his cell dejectedly. Tony handed Tim a bag.
"She's right. Of course they won't be Redskins cheerleaders and they'll probably weigh a few hundred pounds." He added with a grin. Claire snickered.
"And there's a good chance many of them are actually men. But you know how it is." She chimed in.
"Anything can happen." Tony whispered with a grin as Gibbs joined them.
"The guy dressed as Custard is staff sergeant Eric Niles. The Leos are looking for his wife and daughter. Blood trail leads from his house to the neighbor's house who called it in. Tony, Ziva take her statement. McGee, Claire start processing the sergeant's house. Oh, and there's a dead john doe in there dressed like a skeleton." Gibbs directed the team.
"That's totally normal." Claire muttered sarcastically, earning a grin from the rest of the team. As they were about to disperse Ducky and Palmer pulled up in the autopsy van, however it had multiple eggs smashed across the windshield.
"What happened to them?" Ziva questioned in surprise.
"Halloween." Was Tony's answer.
"I'm sorry we're late but we had a minor run in with some local youths." Ducky explained, looking distastefully at the egged vehicle.
"Yea I can see that doctor." Gibbs mused.
"Did you get a good look at them?" McGee inquired.
"Oh we did better than that. Release the captive's Mr. Palmer." Ducky turned towards the van and Palmer opened the side door to reveal two teens dressed as ninjas.
"Are we in trouble?"
"Where are we at?"
"We said we're sorry." The boys muttered as they were lead out of the van. The agents watched in amusement.
"Right. Clean it." Ducky demanded of them, handing them glass cleaner and paper towels. The teens groaned.
"Nice work Palmer." Tony nodded approvingly.
"Oh, it wasn't me Tony. Dr. Mallard chased them for three blocks." Palmer nodded toward the older man with a grin.
"Oh please, it's not that impressive." Ducky shrugged off.
"It's not as if they were real ninjas." He added pointedly. The agents chuckled before dispersing to their directed houses.
"Sexy Sherlock Holmes?" Tony guessed, eyeing her coat once more. He had made it his goal to figure out her costume.
"Would that make you Watson?" she inquired innocently.
"Do you want me to be?" He hummed, his eyes lighting up deviously. Claire smirked.
"Kinky, and probably a little fun. But no….the trench coat has nothing to do with the costume." She informed him before walking off, being sure to sway her hips more than necessary. Tony groaned, watching her go as his mind went mad with ideas. Shaking his head, he turned to walk the other direction.
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Claire's POV:
Over at the Staff Sergeant's house, McGee was snapping photographs of the blood splatter across the wall, while I was going around marking evidence. The glass coffee table had been shattered and across from the splatter was a dead 'skeleton', or the john doe.
"Well that's not creepy." McGee muttered as he snapped pictures of the body.
"It is Halloween. Creepy comes with the package." I hummed. McGee grinned and snapped photos of the shell casings while and the blood droplet trail heading towards the door. Once I had finished marking, I made my way over to the evidence duffel to pull out gloves and some baggies. McGee soon joined me.
"Aren't you warm?" he asked innocently. But I knew better.
"I'm not taking off the coat McGee so drop it now." I warned, not bothering to look up from what I was doing. McGee shrugged.
"Just curious." He defended with a chuckle.
"Be curious all you want, this coat is not coming off in public." McGee paused, eyeing me thoughtfully.
"It's a bit slutty isn't it?" he deadpanned with a grin. I scoffed, my eyebrows practically touching my hairline.
"Wh…McGee, how dare…..yea a little." I finally relented, grinning at the knowing stare he was giving me. We chuckled before standing up to return to the crime scene. However, we froze when we looked at the changes. The shell casings were missing, the marker knocked over and the blood spots had been smeared. The scene had been tampered with in the few seconds we had our backs turned. We both reached for our guns and silently glanced around for any areas of quick access to the living room. How had this happened? There were two agents in here and we weren't so loud as to cover up someone moving around in here. We tiptoed around the room, trying to figure out what happened when the door swung open behind us. On instinct we both whipped around, guns trained on the intruder. After a split second I had to force myself to relax once I realized who it was.
"Palmer." McGee growled, trying to calm his racing heart. You can't just sneak up on people like this on Halloween.
"Is everything alright." Jimmy asked innocently. I reached over and smacked him on the arm. Palmer flinched, staring at me as if I had lost my mind.
"What was that for?" he squawked, rubbing the injured area.
"Are you trying to get shot." I questioned, staring at the man incredulously.
"Um..no." he quickly denied, clearly confused as to what was going on. Palmer glanced between the two of us, eyeing our tensed forms questioningly.
"There's someone in this room." McGee elaborated.
"You mean besides the dead skeleton guy." he commented, his eyes wide. I stared at him for a moment. Sometimes Jimmy wasn't the brightest bulb in the room.
"Yes, besides the dead skeleton guy." I reiterated. Palmer shuffled forward to look around the entryway but found nothing, just like McGee and I.
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After calling the rest of the team over, they swept the house but found nothing and no one else. Much to McGee and I's embarrassment.
"Basement's clear boss." Tony informed as he came back upstairs. Gibbs turned on the lamp.
"Look I know what I saw. Someone policed the brass and tried to wipe up the blood." McGee explained. This was ridiculous, the evidence was gone and it wasn't us. So obviously someone else had to have taken it.
"Who, the crime scene fairies? There's no one here." Tony pointed out mockingly. McGee sent him an exasperated look. However, I took the more mature approach.
"Mmmmeh the cwime scene fairies.." I mocked childishly under my breath. Tony sent me a glare.
"Get Ducky in here, we're wasting time." Gibbs muttered to Tony who nodded, sending me one last glance before walking out.
"Look boss I'm sorry but I swear there…"
"What do you make of this McGee?" Gibbs asked instead, gesturing to the room as a whole. No sense worrying about it just yet, we still had time to find the missing evidence.
"Well there's obvious signs of a struggle. One dead assailant, not sure how he got his head that way." he pointed out, looking over at the awkward angle of john doe's head.
"You're not? Come on let me show you on the floor." Gibbs ushered, tugging McGee over by his jacket. I shot my hand up excitedly.
"Oh, can I demonstrate!" I asked with a grin. Gibbs turned, his eyes glittering with amusement as he gestured for me to grab McGee.
"Wow Tony did tell me how you like to demonstrate technique…." McGee muttered uncomfortably as I set him flat on the ground, kneeling over him. His face burned as readjusted my straddle.
"Yea you guys talk about that?" I asked teasingly, causing him to blush more. Thankfully Gibbs ignored my quip.
"You learn by feeling McGee." Gibbs instructed. Meanwhile I tucked my arms around McGee's neck and head while hovering over top of his torso.
"This is how marines silence enemy snipers. 66 pounds of pressure and then…SNAP!" I illustrated, McGee's head snapping sideways without me actually putting pressure on it. McGee blinked wide eyes.
"So, staff sergeant Niles went down fighting." he muttered as I still had my hands squished on McGee's face. All three of us looked over and examined the blood spatter in relation to the body.
"See, the blood spatter on the wall." Gibbs pointed out, already walking over. I stood up and held out a hand to McGee to help him up. Gibbs positioned himself kneeling next to the corpse, the blood spatter on the ball behind.
"He was right about where I am now. The bullet impacted…" he mused, gesturing to his neck.
"That means the shooter was over here somewhere." I stood over next to where the shell casings once were, lining up the shot.
"This is where the brass is…. Or was." I pointed out.
"So, two assailants." McGee realized.
"At least." Gibbs nodded in confirmation. Ducky and Palmer maneuvered around us to reach the body and we cleared out a bit to give them room.
"Well the cause of death seems pretty obvious, but you never know. I once had a case where a man who died of heart failure had an ice pick plunged into his skull four hours after his time of death. His wife discovered that she had been left out of his will." Ducky regaled as he examined the body.
"Nothing like a woman scorned." I grinned. Ducky chuckled, nodding in agreement.
"Good news boss, a kid saw a car leaving about the time of the shooting. Ziva is getting a description from him now." Tony announced as he entered the house. I watched as Ducky maneuvered the man's neck back upright, but it made a crackling noise, sending a shutter up my spine. Suddenly Tony shouted in alarm, spazzing out. His jump caused me to jump, my heart leaping into my throat as I was the one closest to him. I froze, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Something just touched my foot….something's under the couch." He whispered nervously, not daring to move an inch.
"Well maybe it's the crime scene fairy, Tony." McGee quipped.
"Shut up." Tony snapped with a glare, his nerves on edge. We all stood around, watching Tony as he attempted to compose himself.
"Someone should look and see what it is." I quietly suggested, eyeing the couch. Tony and I stared at one another for a moment.
"NOT IT!"
"NOT…damn it." Tony growled as I beat him to the punch.
"I hate Halloween." he grimaced, kneeling down next to the couch. Attempting to lift the curtain over the bottom of the couch Tony kept flinching away in fear. Finally, he was able to grasp it and look underneath the couch. Something moved across his vision, causing him to yelp and jump back up in fear. Moments later a small cleaning circle whirled out from underneath. Realizing it was harmless, Tony plopped onto the couch, holding his head in his hands from embarrassment and the racing of his heart. I couldn't help myself and chuckled quietly at him. Tony shot me a scathing glare from behind his fingers and I stepped closer to pat him soothingly on the back.
"Hey it's a rumba. It's a robot vacuum cleaner with navigational sensors to clean the floor while the owners away." McGee explained, watching it scoot across the living room silently.
"Yes, and your rumba is about to interfere with your crime scene." Ducky pointed out. Gibbs walked over and stomped on the small robot, busting it open.
"The damn thing policed the brass." He pointed out, spotting the casings inside the vacuum. Well that would definitely made more sense…..
"Told you we weren't crazy." McGee pointed out.
"Bag it." Gibbs handed the casings over to McGee.
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As Ducky and Palmer were loading the body onto a gurney Ziva came in.
"The boy saw a car leaving the scene that looked like a Caruma. I am not familiar with the model." She explained to Gibbs, who stared at her blankly.
"Caruma is Japanese for..car." he told her.
"Your description of the car, is car. Nice work officer David." Tony deadpanned from behind them, amused with Ziva's flustering.
"Caruma is the name of a car in grand theft auto 3. It's a Chrysler c-ring sedan." McGee corrected. Ziva pointed at him, shooting Tony a triumphant grin.
"McGee with the save." I praised.
"I'll put out a bolo." Ziva announced, heading out the door.
"Find the staff sergeants wife and…"
"Eric?!" a redheaded woman dashed into the house before Gibbs could finish the order. We all whipped our heads around and watched as she froze at the sight of the body bag.
"No..is…is that…is that my husband?" she sobbed, walking over towards the cart. The woman that came in with her stood behind the distressed wife, attempting to soothe her.
"That's not your husband. It's not your husband." Gibbs quickly walked over to assure her before she went into hysterics. At her sobs dissolved into sniffles.
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3rd Person POV:
A few minutes later, Gibbs was quietly questioning the other woman.
"I'm her sister. We were at the school setting up for the Halloween party when the police came." She explained.
"Is her daughter still there?" Gibbs questioned. The sister frowned.
"Sarah? She was with Eric." She explained. Gibbs looked over her shoulder at Tony.
"Amber alert, on it boss." Tony quickly dashed off. Walking back into the dining room, Gibbs joined Mrs. Niles and McGee at the table.
"I'm okay now." She told him as he sat down, the tears now having stopped.
"When they said Eric was shot and I saw that body I…" she briefly explained herself.
"Mrs. Niles your husband was shot and he's at the hospital in surgery. We will take you to see him." Claire interjected soothingly. Mrs. Niles turned her attention back to Gibbs.
"We just need to ask you a few questions." She nodded in understanding. The sister knelt down next to her.
"Lori…Sarah's missing." She gently broke the news.
"You mean she's been kidnapped." Lori corrected, her eyes staring to tear up again.
"They don't know that for sure yet." Her sister quickly countered.
"Mrs. Niles your daughter may have been scared and run off." McGee suggested.
"Perhaps there is a friend or relative's house she would go to?" Ziva added.
"No…no she would have called me on my cellphone. They took my little girl." She sniffled.
"They'll find her, Lori we just have to stay positive ok?" her sister consoled firmly. As if on cue, Lori's cellphone rang.
"That could be her right now." Her sister suggested hopefully. Lori quickly picked up her cell from the table.
"Mind putting that on speaker?" Gibbs instructed. Lori nodded and did as he asked, holding the phone up between the group.
"Hello?"
"Mommy!" a little voice cried from the other end. Everyone visibly sagged at hearing Sarah's voice.
"Baby are you okay?"
"They hurt daddy…I tried to call the police but the man.."
"Listen to me Sarah, everything is going to be alright… you just need to." However, the next voice wasn't Sarah's.
"We have your daughter." At that sentence everyone tensed up once more.
"If you want to see her again, you'll do exactly what I say. Ill call back with instructions." The warped voice quickly hung up. Lori began sobbing again.
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Ziva and Gibbs had stayed behind with Mrs. Niles while Tony, McGee and Claire were sent back to NCIS. Claire had broken away to head down to Abby's lab to see if she could get anything done since she was the only one allowed to touch…some…of her equipment. Currently Abby was still unreachable at the party. Tony and McGee walked into autopsy as Ducky was talking to the once skeleton man.
"Halloween was brought over from Scotland, along with the fine sports of gold and curling." Tony made his way to the other side of the table.
"I wouldn't call anything using a broom a sport, Ducky." He pointed out.
"Tony, curling is referred to as chess on ice because it puts high demand on tactics and foresight." Ducky explained, pausing a moment to take photographs of the man's makeup free face.
"Relax ducky, I love Scotland. Sean Connery, the bloody best James bond ever." Tony grinned, imitating a Scottish accent that didn't quite hit the mark.
"I thought he was Irish." McGee countered, causing Ducky to laugh.
"He played Darby Ogill in the little people." McGee elaborated.
"He was using a fake Irish accent, it's called acting." Tony defended as Ducky walked around them to continue taking photographs.
"The preliminary cause of death is blunt force trauma to the neck. However, once I've done the uh…"
"This guy's our only link to the missing girl, I need an ID." Tony interrupted. Ducky turned to look up at him.
"Well currently he remains a John doe. He has no ID, he has no tattoos, no distinguishing marks." Ducky pointed out, handing the camera over to McGee.
"What about his prints?" Tony inquired, looking down at the mystery man.
"Mr. Palmer took them up to Abby's lab." Ducky explained.
"She's not there and she's not answering our calls." He added with a sigh.
"Halloween is a pretty big night for Abby." McGee nodded.
"Every night is Halloween for Abby." Tony quipped.
"Ah, there you are. Is she here yet?" Ducky asked as a stunned Palmer walked into the room.
"Oh she's here…and she's in costume." Palmer told them, a grin slipping on his face. Tony stared at him for a moment longer, analyzing the young man's daze.
"There's more isn't there.." he whispered, intrigued. Palmer grinned wider.
"The coat is off." He muttered. Tony and McGee grinned.
"Oh my god…what's it like?" Tony whispered, his eyes lighting up with anticipation.
"Trust me, you wouldn't want me to ruin the surprise." Palmer whispered with a grin. Sharing a look, the two men quickly made their way towards the elevators.
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Walking to the lab, both men froze in the doorway. At the computer stood a very different version of Abby. She wore a flowy white halter dress that showed off most of her back, and the tattoos that rested there. Paired with that she had on white heels and a blond wig. It was easy to identify her costume as mailing Monroe, but it still left the boys stunned into silence to see her there like that. To enhance the moment, Claire had gotten rid of her trench coat displaying her Laura Croft costume. Tony's eyes focused in on her bare midriff that was between the tight crop tank and small cargo shorts. He gulped as his eyes ran down to eye the thigh holsters on her toned legs.
"Oh it's even better than I dreamed." He whispered tightly. All McGee could do was nod dumbly. As if sensing their presence Abby whirled around dramatically, while Claire simply turned and leaned back against the table. Tony and McGee stared at them in awe, each of their eyes on a separate girl.
"Oh, sorry I was late you guys. I couldn't hear my cellphone ringing at the party. You wouldn't think a cemetery would be a little quieter."
"Ugh I wish I had made it, I was really looking forward to it." Claire interjected, crossing her arms under her chest. Tony's throat tightened as he stared openly.
"I know, although I was wondering why you didn't show. And it's awful about that little girl. I mean to get kidnapped on Halloween? Totally creepy." Abby rattled before turning once more, ignoring their dazed expressions as they continued to stare. They shared an almost pained look, before going back to staring. Claire tilted her torso towards the computer.
"I'm running the fingerprints through AFIS. I'm starting with Virginia and Maryland, then a subset of all known child molesters on the east coast. I've got an amber alert running, but no hits yet." All she got was the flash of a camera as McGee took a picture of the girls. Abby spun around and leaned against the table behind her, Claire turning to look back at the boys too.
"We've got to find her." she hummed. The boys remained stationary.
"Why are you looking at us like that? Do I have food in my teeth or something?" Abby finally asked. Claire merely stared curiously at them, being sure to make direct eye contact with Tony. As their eyes locked he held in a groan….she knew exactly what she was doing and it was evil. However, he was the first to break the silence, sputtering out a nervous laugh.
"I'll just stick with or something." He told her, leading the way closer to the computers.
"We need to run our dead guy's photo against mug shots." Tony explained. As they got up next to the girls both men continued to stare openly. Tony's eyes raked over Claire while McGee was distracted with Abby. Abby nodded and stared at them expectantly.
"Give me." She ordered impatiently. Tony nodded jerkily and looked over at McGee, who was now looking over at Claire with a dazed grin. Tony glared and reached up to head slapped him back into the present.
"Camera, McGee." He scolded. Claire bit her lip to keep from grinning, catching Tony's eye. He shrugged innocently.
"mm…cam…camera, sorry." McGee quietly muttered. Ignoring their bumbling Abby took the camera from him, popping the SD card into her computer. Tony and McGee stood on either side of Abby, Tony between the girls. McGee continued to grin at Abby in a daze while Tony tried to be more discrete with Claire on his right.
"We….we…. need to uh…put out a bolo. S….see if anyone recognizes this guy." Tony stuttered, trying to keep it together as Claire trailed a finger up and down his side. Not like McGee would notice anyway and Abby already knew. He turned to shoot a warning glare at the woman, who merely smiled back as if she had no idea what he could be so wound up about. Ignoring the couple behind her, Abby glared at McGee.
"McGee, what is wrong with you?" she asked tiredly. His grin dropped.
"You look 3 cans short of a 6 pack." She added, staring at him in confusion. Claire snorted while Tony shot a warning look at the man from the other side of Abby's head.
"I think its just you…you look different." McGee giggled stupidly. Claire pinched her nose. That was horrible. McGee sees a pretty girl and suddenly all intelligence goes out the window.
"He means the Halloween costume, Marilyn." Tony clarified.
"Oh right. Sweet huh?" Abby grinned, not catching the true implications of their stares. Tony muttered in agreement. Breaking the moment, Tony's cell went off.
"Excuse me." He whispered taking a step away to take the call from Gibbs. Claire and Abby turned back around to face the computers, sharing a knowing grin once their backs were turned. Just because they were working, it didn't mean they couldn't have just a little fun.
