The next day McGee and Kitty walked into the bullpen to find Ziva and Tony looking over a list of names and photos on the plasma.
"I still don't know, Ziva, this list does not look long enough…" Tony said skeptically.
"Maybe it just fits with Kitty's story that he was a non-violent man, Tony." Ziva replied.
"Who are these people?" Kitty asked.
Tony turned around and started.
"You look very… Abby-ish today…" he said slowly.
Kitty was dressed in a grey tank top with a short sleeved black see-through blouse and a pair of black trousers. Her eyes were made up with deep blue and black shadows, her lips adorned with deep burgundy. Her hair, however, was back up in its bun.
"My parents died yesterday, Tony. I don't feel like dressing cheerfully." She said. "Now, what is this list?"
"The names of all the people your father killed." Ziva elbowed Tony in the ribs. His tender spot.
Kitty sighed heavily. "Are we calling the families? Seeing if they might have wanted my father dead?"
"Not yet. We were going to flower through and eliminate the ones whose families cannot gain access to America."
"Weed, Ziva, not flower. How many are on the list?" Kitty asked.
"Only about thirty." Tony said.
"Only thirty?!" she exclaimed incredulously.
"That's pretty good for twenty years of service." Tony defended his claim. "You were right, he wasn't a violent man."
"Most of these guys were terrorists with no families." Gibbs snuck unintentionally up behind them. He pushed a few keys on Tony's computer and over half the list disappeared. "Tony, you and Ziva call the rest of these people's families and find anything that could be considered revenge centered motive."
"On it, boss." Tony said. He and Ziva sat at their respective desks and got phoning.
"What can we do boss?"
Gibbs looked at Kitty then at his watch and back at Kitty.
"You could start by bringing me that brother of yours…"
"Oh, God, I completely forgot! I'm so sorry, boss! It won't happen again!" she hurried into the elevator and out of the building.
"It better not." Gibbs muttered behind her.
As soon as she was gone Gibbs looked up at McGee from his desk.
"I didn't want to ask you think in front of her, but I want you to go to Abby's lab, get the lieutenant's laptop and search for signs of him being involved in something."
"What kind of 'something' boss?"
"Conspiracy, robbery, infidelity; anything suspicious McGee."
"Yes, boss."
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"Thank you for your time." Ziva hung up on the last of the families on the list. "I can't believe we have nothing!"
"We have less than nothing, Ziva. We've got so much nothing Gibbs is gonna kick our Federal butts all the way to Timbuktu." Tony came over and leaned on his knuckled on her desk.
"I hate to say it, but I agree with you. We are…"
"You're what, Ziva?" Gibbs asked as he came back from talking to Abby and McGee.
"Nothing, sir."
"Well, you two had better have something to report. Abby had nothing, McGee had even less. Give me some good news, DiNozzo."
DiNozzo looked at Ziva as if you say: Be happy I'm taking a bullet for you.
"We have diddly, boss."
"The music artist?" Ziva inquired.
"Diddly, Ziva, not Diddy."
Gibbs groaned and fell back in his chair. "I hope to God her brother can help us."
At that very moment the elevator doors whooshed opened and Kitty exited with her green-haired brother. Unlike her he was dressed in a royal blue hoodie and sweatpants. A pair of black Converse All-Stars were tied tightly about his narrow feet.
Kitty led her brother into the bullpen to meet her team.
"This is my brother, Archie McKinnon. Archie these are Special Agents Gibbs and DiNozzo and this is Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David. McGee, whom you met yesterday, is… around. Somewhere." She said as Archie shook hands with the team.
"Special Agent Gibbs, I just want to thank you for taking such good care of my sister." Archie addressed Gibbs gratefully.
"Thank McGee." Gibbs said turning to Tony. "DiNozzo take Mr McKinnon down to Interrogation."
"Interrogation?! Gibbs…" Kitty questioned with concern.
Gibbs put a firm calming hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Kitty, I'm just going to ask him a few questions. You can watch with Tony, if you want."
"Yes, boss."
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Gibbs settled into his chair across from a worried looking Archie McKinnon.
"So, Mr McKinnon, are you older or younger than your sister? I can't tell." He began with a relatively inane question. A technique he sometimes used to soften up interrogation victims.
"Younger by ten minutes. We're twins, sir."
"Hmmm." Gibbs smiled to himself. "Do you know of anyone who might want to do this to your parents?"
"No. They were good people. Honourable. They had solid beliefs, good morals and values. They were nice to everyone. Everyone loved them. When my dad was on location he never killed a man unless it was his only option. He believed in peace."
"Where were you around oh five hundred yesterday morning D.C. time?"
"Oh God that's what… like two in the morning in Seattle? I was definitely asleep in my dorm then. I can call someone to confirm that for you…"
"Just give me a number." Gibbs held a notepad and pen out to the boy.
Archie scrawled a number on the paper and handed back the items. "Am I a suspect, Agent Gibbs?"
"Yep."
"May I ask why I am and my sister is not?"
"Kitty had McGee vouch for her whereabouts at the time your parents were killed. Your alibi still needs confirmation."
Gibbs' phone rang as he and Archie held an icy gaze for a few minutes.
"Gibbs… on it director." He hung up. "Mr McKinnon, you're free to go, for now. Is there a number we can reach you at?"
Archie scrawled his own number under the first and left.
Gibbs met his two observing Agents in the hallway.
"Tony, find Ziva. Kitty go get Tim from Abby's lab. We have a Staff Sergeant and his son dead. It may be connected to your parent's death." Gibbs confirmed Kitty's worst fears.