A/N: Okay I feel really, really bad for forgetting Agent Lee and Langer. The guilt was too much for me so I wrote this Chapter Two. It actually came to me when I saw a preview for the new A-Team movie and remembered that Ducky had referred to Langer, Lee and Keating as the B-Team. So here is my little remembrance for Lee and Langer's death. I hope you all will forgive me now

Chapter Two

It was late when team Gibbs started to leave for the night. Gibbs had disappeared somewhere up the stairs, either MTAC or the Director's office. No one really knew nor did they care, they had the green light to leave and they wanted to do so before anything else could stop them. Tony was sitting at his desk closing the last few windows on his monitor before shutting down his computer. As the computer went through the procedures of properly turning off, Tony opened the drawer that held his badge and gun. But when his green eyes fell upon the black band that hugged the gold badge, his hand seemed glued to the drawers handle. McGee and Ziva had already taken the symbol of a fallen agent off their badge earlier in the day. The allotted time was up, the mourning past yet Tony just couldn't take his off of it. Finally he picked up the badge and brought it in front of himself. He couldn't stop his thumbs from running over the cold metal and soft elastic.

McGee moved in front of Tony and Ziva's desk causing Tony to look up. "Did you hear they are doing a remake of The A-Team?" McGee remarked as he headed out.

The question wasn't directed to anyone in particular, but Tony felt obligated to answer being the movie buff he was. He opened his mouth to respond but his words skidded to a halt on his tongue when he saw Palmer waking to the elevators. Tony felt as if he was just punched in the throat. How could he have forgotten the huge B-Team tragedy? He had gotten the email from Abby days before he got the memo on Special Agent Brent Langer's death. Back then he was a traitor who Agent Lee killed in self defense, but as it turned out it was quite the opposite. Langer was another agent he barely knew, however the parts he did know he didn't like. To him Langer was just another FBI agent with a huge chip on his shoulder who took his spot, and that just added more guilt on Tony for forgetting his death. For Langer was an NCIS agent in the end, murdered by a partner.

Tony quickly stood up, gathered his things and was at the elevators before Ziva or McGee knew what happened. DiNozzo headed to the closest bar from the Navy Yard, part of him wanted to go to a place where no one knew him, but Tony needed the alcohol now.

Michael Lee was the first Probie he trained as a lead agent. Even though he had a different relationship with McGee than her, they were still his first Probies. So, because of what happened to Lee made Tony feel like Obi-Wan Kenobi when his Padawan Anakin Skywalker turned to the dark side, and it killed him that his mental list of agents killed since he started at NCIS did not have her name on it. Sure, she murdered another agent, tired to steal top secret government information, but she was still an NCIS Special Agent who died in the line of duty. She just strayed from the path. And just like the end of Star Wars Return of the Jedi, she too found her way back.

Tony threw back another shot. He had no idea how many he already had, he just knew that he failed as a leader and that Lee's betrayal was his fault. Maybe if he trained her better, made her feel more apart of the team, the whole Domino disaster would have never happened and Lee and Langer would still be alive. And the list would still be at nine, not eleven.

Tony pulled his badge off of his belt and brought it up to the bar counter. "Hey Steve," the NCIS agent called out to the familiar bartender, "how long have you been working here?"

The middle aged man walked over to Tony after serving another customer, "going on three years."

"I've been at NCIS for seven years and eleven agents have been killed," he said as his eyes never left the black band.

Steve looked down at the badge Tony was holding and let out a sad sigh, "we are living in tuff times."

"What's sad is only one agent has their picture up on that wall," Tony looked up at Steve making eye contact as he motioned to the wall where there were photos of men and women who were lost in the line of duty.

"Really?" the bartender replied as he poured Tony another shot.

"Yep," Tony turned his head and looked at the smiling face of Agent Cassidy. He felt his eyes burn at the recalling of the day Paula died, it was also the day he vocally broke rule ten, the night he told Jeanne he loved her. As Tony was turning his head back to the bar, he noticed an ID badge sticking out the sides of one of the frame, it was Langer's. "Make that two pictures."

Steve looked at the agent getting drunk with each passing minute, and felt sorry for the man who lost of so many fellow agents. He knew survivors guilt when he saw it as it seemed more and more solders came in and drink for those who never came home, all having the same look in their eyes. "How about you give me the other nine agent's picture and I'll see about hanging them up on that wall."

Tony threw back the shot and chased it down with his beer, "your going to need a bigger wall."

The bartender looked over at the wall and sighed, "Man, I hope not."