Christmas fever
What can I say, it is a bad time for me. My boss is, as always in a bad mood, if not worse than usual No, he's certainly bad mood because I have collected from less than five minutes there and my seventh Sap. My oh so dear colleague is like a startled chicken and speaks of nothing other than these stupid holidays. Even her desk she has decorated with a miniature plastic Christmas tree. Bambino and I want to do best does not arise. But no, I can not help but get excited. Imagine that, or he gets his mouth and not now, two days before Christmas, he talks like a waterfall, ask me - just me - he's half, oh what I say, is to give all his relatives. And if you thinks that it can not be much worse, then it happens. I wanted only one answer to a simple question, but I would imagine so, can that not Ducky is possible. One answer, no, just a simple sentence and not a story that cost me half an hour of my precious time. I must admit it was very interesting, but I had to do much better. ...
Christmas fever
What can I say, it's a bad time for me. My boss is, as always in a bad mood, if not worse than usual No, he's certainly bad mood because I have collected from less than five minutes there and my seventh Sap. My oh so dear colleague is like a startled chicken and speaks of nothing other than these stupid holidays. Even her desk she has decorated with a miniature plastic Christmas tree. Bambino and I want to do best does not arise. But no, I can not help but get excited. Imagine that, or he gets his mouth and not now, two days before Christmas, he talks like a waterfall, ask me - just me - he's half, oh what I say, all its is to give relatives. And if you think that it can not be much worse, then it happens. I wanted only one answer to a simple question, but I would imagine so, can that not Ducky is possible. One answer, no, just a simple sentence and not a story that cost me half an hour of my precious time. I must admit it was very interesting, but I had to do much better.
of the pathology I am then went straight to Abby, because in the last sentence of the pathologist had mentioned casually that he shot in the head of the victim has already been put into the lab, has been before and one hour. When I was in the funky forensics Erin arrived, I had the feeling that I would come from a huge horse. Not such a sweet little pony circus as on markets, no, by a real, two-meter Nordic horse. At first I stumbled back a few steps when I saw the hallowed halls of my colleague. I had assumed that a Goth has nothing inane of this feast, but no, I was wrong enormous. Everywhere there were dark green pine branches, decorated with red and blue balls, and with colorful lights were. In one corner stood a huge Christmas tree, under which small and large parcels were. The only interesting thing was possible the wrapping paper, which showed Zombie Santa Claus and then the decorations, which consisted partly of small bats and bloody hatchets. But on the whole it did not change the fact that it clearly acted to holiday decorations.
I was petrified, and only the voice and the wild Gefuchtel forensics Erin brought me back to reality. She asked if everything was all right and went over seamlessly to enthusiasms of Christmas cake. I gave up the biting response, which was on my tongue, because I did not want to take Abby Joy. A good ten minutes I tried to start a rational discussion and the matter to bring to the case, or the ball. When I finally succeeded, I knew now what she had given in the last three years of their family. After another half hour in the lab, I managed finally to escape the almost Christmas-free office. Except for Kate's desk was there luckily nothing to see Christmas. Exhausted, I let myself fall to my chair and began to write my report because neither Gibbs nor Kate or McGee was a trace anywhere. Thanks to ten-finger system, which I'd learned recently in a boarding school with very nice views, I was finished faster than expected and could do other things. Unfortunately, the computer game that I use on my Computer was also more boring with time, so I decided not to arrest more of my colleagues to wait and the suspect alone. I'm sure that Gibbs would have nothing against it, because at the moment anyway, he seemed to have other concerns.
Thought - made, and I drove off. Before I knew it I was already at the house of the murderer, which the navy had on his conscience, which was at Ducky on the table. I rang and Mr. Kolman I opened it. When he recognized me, he immediately wanted to take flight, but in vain. The Christmas decorations, which he had hanged himself at the door was probably his fate. I took namely, that a flash from the door and threw the heavy wooden wreath after the fugitives. This tripped as expected and remained motionless on the ground. I put her in handcuffs, told him his rights and could not help to say that this is the reason why I have never Christmas decorations in my apartment. Satisfied, I went back to headquarters, the Christmas lights I desperately tried to ignore. Once there I got to be out on the fly, a confession from the guy and then let him bring in a cell. As Gibbs and the others had not come back or have been absent again, I sat back on my computer, yet quickly wrote the final report. Just when I printed out the document, the elevator doors opened and my three colleagues were discussing in the office. When my boss saw me, he raised an eye brow and finally asked me if I had known what Ducky or Abby. I took a deep breath and told him that because of any substance on the ball only Kolman was considered as the offender in, I had this already been arrested and he confessed and was now in custody. Then I pressed him nor the final report in hand. Not only my boss looked at me surprised that I did not care. After all, the mood of Gibbs seemed better now, McGee said I had quickly given all the things Abby relatives and thus was He finally quiet and Kate I sent to Ducky, I told her that he would know as a very interesting Christmas story. processed after an hour when even the last remaining files are often sent Gibbs at last they all go home and wished us a really nice Christmas. I had thought at first I had heard correctly. Kate had managed to infect him with the Christmas virus? That could not be. Horrified, I went home and prayed that any kill a madman, a Marine, or at least would kidnap only and that we would take the case. Christmas Eve came the expected phone call, and I took after the first ring from ...
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