Gibbs knocked firmly on the Director's door before opening and stepping inside, stopping a mere three steps into the room as the heavy metal thing clicked shut behind him. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

Tom Morrow smiled fractionally and gestured to the chairs before his old wooden desk, and Gibbs took a seat obediently. "We may have a mole, Jethro," the older man stated bluntly, closing the files he had been reading and placing them in a drawer. Obviously it was classified material.

"Still doesn't explain why I'm here."

Morrow chuckled patiently, "No, you're right, it doesn't." He pulled out one of his many files from his briefcase, opened it, and slid it across the table to him. Gibbs pulled out his glasses from inside his jacket pocket and put them on, taking the file into his lap and scanning it, eyebrows furrowed. Since when did the Director call him up to help with a mole case? "A long-running investigation has been jeopardized in the past few months. I've had Agent McGee look through the.."

"Is that why I was down an agent a couple days ago?"

This time Gibbs received a warning glare. "...computer security systems involved to identify any possible breaches. He found no suggestions that any outside forces have hacked in."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at him, still not understanding why he was up here. Why couldn't Morrow just hand him an assignment and tell him to read the damn file? Or better yet, get DiNozzo to do it. "With all do respect, sir, I still don't know how I fit into all this."

"You see, Jethro, we believe this to be an inside problem, that one of our own is selling information on the side. Perhaps you've seen her around – Jennifer Shepard, she works in the counterintelligence department."

Oh Gibbs had seen her alright. He recalled his first encounter easily, months ago, while he had been on his way to the vending machines. Most people were smart enough to avoid him, to stay away from the eye of the storm, but Shepard hadn't, which impressed him if he was honest with himself. She'd been reading something – what, he couldn't say, because she'd hidden it from view almost immediately – and he'd run smack into her, crushing her coffee cup between them and spilling the liquid over both their shirts. Their reactions had been similar: look down at the stain, pull the fabric away from torso, glance back up at the other with a raised eyebrow. He remembered how beautiful she was (it was something nearly impossible to ignore) but what he remembered most was her laugh. Truthfully, Gibbs had expected an absolute fall-out, but maybe it was because Diane had made him paranoid. But Shepard had laughed, picked up the coffee cup, and apologized without stuttering even once. Within five minutes they were back to their normal lives, and the next day he'd left a new cup of coffee on what he found out was her desk with a note that stated quite simply, Replacement.

Though he'd passed her several times since, neither of them had given anything more than a small smile and polite nod, perhaps a hello if they were feeling generous. She never crossed his mind until he saw her, and as soon as she was out of sight, he didn't think of her again. Huh, perhaps he did have some self-control after all.

"Gibbs?"

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts, "Yes sir?" God he hated that man's knowing smile.

"I want you on a.. semi-undercover operation. You continue to lead your team, but you get the information I ask for on the side as well. Do you understand?" he clarified, raising an eyebrow. Gibbs began scanning over the long-forgotten file in his lap once again, eyes narrowing slightly. To do this, he was going to have to get close to her, get her to trust him so she would talk. His lips twitched minutely as he closed it and took his glasses off, looking back up to Morrow.

He cleared his throat, "Under what restrictions am I supposed to get this info?"

"I won't be asking you how you obtain it, Jethro, I just want to know if she is or is not a traitor."

Gibbs stood up and nodded, shaking his Director's hand and then walking out the door without a word. As he passed Jennifer at the bottom of the stairs, took in her smile and then turned to watch her walk right on without a glance back in his direction, he knew he was up a creek without a paddle.