AU stories for NCIS episodes. Each is independent (totally stands alone) from all the others since this is all based on the possibility of parallel universes and multiple timelines... many, many of them. Later on some may seem to follow something that happened in an earlier AU episode story, but it's probably coincidence unless I say otherwise in the beginning. Again, these are AU scenes/stories which means a character may die in one, but be alive in the next one.

This is #12 - a short alternate universe story/scene for Season 1, episode 12 My Other Left Foot

The original episode aired on February 3, 2004.

The dialogue in some of this is from the episode.

Rating: K+ (This chapter's rating might be considered higher than K+ by some because of the subject matter)

Category: General

Warnings: Subject matter might be disturbing to some. Spoilers for episodes, probably just the one that the AU story is about.

Disclaimer: I own nothing NCIS. I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit.

And finally, all mistakes are mine

"Why, Mama?" Melissa Dorn wanted to know.

The smell in the kitchen wasn't too good and made her eyes water. The older woman handed her a mask and smiled grimly before placing a right foot into the large pressurized kettle and setting a timer.

"Can't leave a trace for anyone to find."

Melissa had been horrified to learn her mother had killed Tom, her half-brother. Things had gone along well for two years after getting the insurance money. It wasn't until Tom started spending way too much money and gotten a girl or two on the side that Mama, Dr. Sylvia Chalmers, took care of him.

"How long will it take?" She eyed the container of lye on the counter.

"Several hours," the older woman stated as she stirred the slurry in a 40 quart stock pot.

It had been easy to kill him with digitalis; harder to dispose of the remains. The country doctor wasn't the county ME any longer and couldn't fudge the paperwork. No trace of former Marine Thomas Dorn could be found or their elaborate plan of murder and fraud would unravel in a hurry. The last thing they needed was the police or the FBI or somebody from NCIS asking questions.

"You got the extra fuel and the rope?"

"Yeah, no problems," Melissa replied, watching closely.

Making "pazole" wasn't hard, but it took time. More heat would make it go faster, but they needed to be careful and methodical. The liquid would be poured down the drain or sewer and the bone fragments and teeth crushed into fine powder.

Mama put the lid back on the pot and washed the large spoon and her hands thoroughly before opening an additional solid air freshener.

"We'll heat the barrel in the barn," she informed her daughter, pulling the refrigerator door handle.

"It'll go faster," Mama predicted, pouring two glasses of sweet tea.

Melissa felt sick, but didn't want to go to prison. Her Mama knew what to do and she would pay attention and learn. After all, the story that Tom had run off to California to be with a girl could easily apply to Mama, who might need an extended vacation in south Florida.

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Note: Disposing of bodies by making stew has been used by Mexican drug cartels.