A/N: This story was written for the NFA SeSa Fic Exchange. The request was for a story that was centered on Elvis impersonators and Elvis Week. It's just a little casefile set, vaguely, at the beginning of season 11. There are no spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, its characters or any of the Elvis songs I use in this story. I'm not making any money off this.

A Little Less Conversation
by Enthusiastic Fish

Chapter 1: Prologue

It was a great crowd. Alden Jacobs could see that he'd been right to get this mini-Elvis Week going in the DC Metro area. Not everyone could make it to Memphis, but the love of Elvis still ran strong. Alden had spent two years trying to get permission to set this up and market it. Some of the money would go to the Elvis estate, but that was fine with Alden. While the money looked to be great, he was doing it because he loved Elvis, had seen him perform as a child, and wanted to have the memory live on.

The week had been excellent so far with upwards of 50 Elvis impersonators participating and thousands of spectators. A major part of this week was an impersonation contest. He had set it up as a tournament. The winner received $10,000 and an opportunity to perform at the official Elvis Week in Memphis. For most of them, it would be enough just to perform for an appreciative audience, but the cash and the chance to perform in Memphis was a major inducement for the really serious impersonators.

He walked over to the stage where another Elvis was performing.

The wonderful thing, Alden decided, was that these people were all around. Some of them got so into it that you could barely tell them from the real Elvis...but then, the next day, they got up, took off their sideburns, and went to work and no one would guess that they were Elvis impersonators. This was a chance for them to show off their talents without feeling ashamed of it.

The current Elvis wasn't the best they'd had, and he also had the disadvantage of following a really excellent Elvis, but the crowd was still cheering him on.

Suddenly, there was a scream, not a cheering scream, but a frightened scream. It was coming from outside.

Alden turned and ran out of the building and saw a growing crowd, making distressed noises.

What they were looking at was quickly apparent.

Elvis was lying on the pavement. Dead.

"What happened?" he asked no one in particular.

"He fell! I saw him fall! It was terrible!" a woman said. A man started to comfort her.

The Elvis wig had come off. Alden started to kneel down.

"Don't touch the body," an authoritative voice commanded.

Alden looked up and saw a stern-looking woman standing beside him. She seemed completely unfazed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that this is a crime scene. The man is obviously dead. If you touch him, move him, you'll risk obscuring any evidence. He's clearly part of the military."

"How can you know that?"

"Easy," she said, pointing at the man's bloody head. "Military cut and that means a federal investigation, depending on the branch."

Alden stood up.

"Who are you?"

The woman smiled. "I'm a lawyer. I'll call the police and get them here to start working until we find out who he is. ...besides Elvis."

She pulled out her phone and dialed. Alden looked down and then looked up to the top of the building.

It was totally inappropriate, but he couldn't help it.

"Elvis has left the building," he whispered.