Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS and I never will.

Prologue

Tony sat on a bench quietly waiting. He was in the park at midnight watching the few people and cars pass him by. A meeting was supposed to take place. He had gotten a call from the man he had trailed as an operation for the Director. It had sounded very important and very cryptic. He smiled to himself despite the suspicions that roamed his mind.

The night was cold, the wind flew heavily, and the crescent moon glimmered with the stars. He held himself and rubbed his arms. This is going to be a long night.

"I know what you've been up to." said a low accented voice from the right of him. "How clever!"

Tony nodded, not looking at toward the voice. He heard heavy foot steps walk over and from the corner of his eye he sees tall man cloaked in a fine suit with a black jacket about him.

"I don't recall your name, CIA-man." Tony replied without a thought. "Why did you call me here?"

The slightly bald man smiled. With his heavy accent he obliged, "You can call me Trent Kort."

"No, need to tell you mine then, uh?" Tony joked. He turned to Kort and tilted his head. "A reason?"

"La Grenouille."

Silence filled the void between them. "The Frog" was the really the point of this meeting and Tony wasn't sure on why. He rubbed his chin, bit his tongue, and sighed.

"What about "The Frog"?" he asked, not knowing where this subject will take him.

"Have you ever seen his face after your Director told you all about the operations you would do?" Kort merely replied in another question.

The CIA agent had been staring into the nothingness in front of them. Tony sensed an agenda and answered, "No, only in words and that night where one of the NCIS was undercover but that was only in body mass. No face and no voice to along with the enigma that is-" and he said the name with a sarcastic, fake French accent, "La Grenouille."

Trent smiled with no humor in his eyes. He was deadly serious and his sitting posture was straight and concealing. And Tony had a feeling that there definitely was a weapon or two concealed under Kort's garments.

"Yes, seeing you at that airport was intriguing. You lied very well when you faced me but did you know that I made you once our eyes met? Your costume was horrific."

"I was made for hiding the truth. Of course I knew you made me! I saw that look although my superiors didn't believe me. Oh, it's called getting dressed for the part. I was a singing poor dude and the outfit worked well."

"How is your relationship with Jeanne Beniot?" the agent asked in creepy, watchful way. He looked at Tony and waited expectantly.

Tony opened his mouth at first but shut it immediately when a troubling thought entered his brain. You've been keeping tabs on me?!? He felt fear and anger mingle inside and reluctantly says, "She and I are fine. I bet you would know too."

"I would but that would mean I might of have done something that doesn't go well to you and your agency's liking."

"So you, my friend, admit that you've been tailing me."

"Tailing you? Not I, but a mutual friend."

"And that is?"

"Your Director is holding a dangerous obsession."

Tony raised an eyebrow at that statement and replied, "You care to clarify for a simple NCIS agent like me?"

Trent genuinely laughed at that quirky retort, licked his lips, and said, "The Director and La Grenouille have a turbulent history. A history that cause a hateful rivalry on one side and an amused companionship on the other."

Tony thought on that. He figured that the hate side is Jen's and the amused side is La Grenouille but he was still confused. "What exactly did you just say? What does my girlfriend, the Director, and La Grenouille have to do all together along with me?"

"Everything, DiNozzo." Kort assured. "Do you love this Jeanne Benoit?"

Tony didn't answer. He wouldn't divulge that personal information. He gotten the truth that he wanted. He did love Jeanne but that didn't mean he would ever be questioned on it. So, he decided to stay stubbornly not answer.

"Fine, Special Agent DiNozzo." Kort said with a wry grin. He stood up and clasped his hand on Tony's shoulder. He squeezed, and continued, "La Grenouille is coming to town and Jeanne is his beloved daughter."

Tony heart froze at that moment. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say. Was Trent Kort telling the truth? Or was he trying to play him into doing something he would regret? What was Kort trying to do? He had a plan and Tony didn't know and that freaked him out.

Trent Kort was already a few paces away and when he turned his eyes were glazed. His eyes pierced Tony through and through. "You know a lie when it's thrown at you." With that he left.

He left Tony sitting alone in the silence and cold.