A/N: I don't know what this is...an attempt at writing an investigation?

Prompt: Trick-or-Treating

Two kind eyes squinted at them from behind horn-rimmed glasses. "You two seem a bit old for trick or treating, who are you dressed as?"

Tony held up his badge in clear view of the old woman, making sure it was well lit by the porch light. "NCIS, ma'am."

"What's that?" she said with a confused smile. She held out a pumpkin shaped basket full of candy, expecting them to take one.

"We're federal agents, Navy cops," he elaborated.

"Oh, well next year pick something more popular, like the FBI."

Ziva repressed a chuckle by clearing her throat instead.

Tony glared at her. "Last Halloween Agent David, here," he said, with a nod at Ziva standing next to him, "was a Mossad Officer."

The old lady looked delighted, yet oblivious. "What was your costume like then, sweetheart?"

Tony grinned. "Remarkably the same."

Ziva gave him a look and decided the night was going to be long enough, even without scatterbrained conversations. "Did you see Mr. Johnson from across the street bring out the body?"

"What body, sweety?"

Tony bit the inside of his cheek. "The one that was on the front lawn."

"The zombie? He started putting up Halloween decorations about two weeks ago, adding bits and pieces every day."

"Bits and pieces." Ziva gave Tony a look. "Is that when he put up the zombie?"

"Yes, that's right, I think. He said it was a brand new acquisition."

Tony and Ziva shared another look. "Didn't the smell bother you?" Tony asked.

"Well, it was unpleasant, but he explained how Disneyland has machines now that give off a bakery smell to sell more food? Halloween decorations have come a long way from when I went trick or treating," the old woman said with a nostalgic look in her eye.

Tony scrunched up his nose at the memory of almost losing his dinner half an hour earlier. "It didn't smell like a bakery, though."

"Well no, but I didn't want to complain, you see he took down a dead tree in my backyard last month, didn't want anything for the effort even though I know he could use the money. And it would only be for two weeks." She looked at them in ignorant bliss. "He seemed so thrilled with the whole setup."

Ziva blinked slowly, and glanced at her notebook. "What about the skeleton next to the porch?"

"Oh, if I remember correctly he's had that for at least a year. Said he got it at Walmart. Looked expensive."

Ziva looked at Tony wide-eyed, and he furrowed his brow.

The old woman's smile wavered, and she clutched her necklace. "Did he steal it?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "That's one way of putting it."