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“Ugh. Senior wants us to come to his Holiday Family Dinner. Please tell me there’s another obligation that we have on the 17th that we can go to instead,” Tony whined.
Kort hummed. “If all else fails, I’m sure I can talk the agency into hosting their Holiday Party then. Though, I suspect that Senior’s Dinner would be less painful than the kind of political intrigue guaranteed to be at a party hosted by the CIA.”
“It really wouldn’t be, but what else do we have? I know we’ve gotten a lot of invitations.”
Kort sorted through the invitations that had gathered on the table near the front door that they still needed to answer. “Let’s see. Your frat brothers invited us to a kegger Christmas.”
“Pass. I have no desire to relive my college years of drinking too much and waking up with no memory of the previous night.”
Kort nodded and moved onto the next one. “The nuns invited us to their Christmas Show.”
“Did we pass that onto Abby and Tim?”
“Yeah. Abby was going to try and see if she could get NCIS to sponsor one of the nights and buy a bunch of tickets to the show.”
“Dr. Pitt sent you an invite for your yearly physical.”
“God no. I can do that anytime. I’m not doing that during the Holidays.”
“That bar you like to play at, sent a request for you to play accompaniment for the next open mic night.”
“Nah.”
“Oh. What about this?” Kort mused
“What?”
“One of my classmates from when I was initially going through training to be a CIA agent is having a mystery dinner.”
“A mystery dinner? Like one of those things where someone ends up dead and you have to figure out who did it?”
“No. Nothing that outlandish. This is a lot simpler. Really a way to get to know people better and stimulate the mind as everyone tries to figure out what’s on the menu. It changes every year. The last time I went the menu included an item called worms which was really spaghetti.”
“It’s bound to be an improvement over the crap Senior would try to serve us. You sure your colleague won’t mind me tagging along?”
“Nah, but don’t be surprised if they try their hand at interrogation. It is going to have mostly CIA agents, after all.”
“Sounds good. I need to keep up my practice at dodging interrogations, so that my undercover skills don’t rust too much, after all. I’ll just tell Senior that we won’t be able to make it and how heartbroken we are.” Tony grinned.
Kort shook his head. This was going to be interesting. The rest of the CIA agents at this gathering wouldn’t know what hit them. It had been a while since he’d seen undercover Tony out to play, but he knew that no one at the party would be prepared for him. He couldn’t wait to see how badly Tony twisted everyone’s questions around on them while probably also figuring out what each item on the menu actually was. It would definitely be an improvement over the last time Kort had been at one of these parties.