A/N- Read my other story. Pure Burn Notice drama! The return of Bly!

The trip was long and tedious. Peter Burke's neck was stiff from the few hours in crappy plane seats. He was nervous about meeting Mozzie's contact. Speak of the devil. The round, bald walked up, a taller, dark man at his side. Peter knew immediately that this man was Mozzie's NCIS contact. His entire being commanded attention, though there was nothing specifically different about him. The only thing that stood out was the toothpick he was chewing on. It was more subtle. The way he carried himself, the way his eyes roamed around the busy airport.

"Leon Vance." The man said, offering his hand to Peter.

"Peter Burke. And this is Neal Caffery." Peter introduced, returning the handshake.

"I know. The infamous art forger." Leon commented.

"You must be Mozzie's contact." Leon flinched at the term.

"Yes." He answered simply.

Neal was standing off to the side. He was still not completely comfortable around Feds. Especially this man. He recognized him.

"Mozzie, Peter, can I talk to you?" Neal asked, dragging the two men away. "Moz, you could have warned us that your contact was the danm director!" Neal said.

"I didn't think you would recognize him! He's an NCIS suit!" Mos replied, defending himself.

"That is the director of NCIS? What information does he have on Elizabeth's sister?" Peter asked.

"Nothing." Mozzie answered apologetically. "But he does have information on a dead marine with similar circumstances to that of Molly's kidnapping."

"Then let's go and talk to him." Peter announced, walking back over.

Leon watched with well disguised intrest as the infamous Neal Caffery led Mozzie and Peter away. He wondered why Neal and Peter hadn't introduced themselves as FBI. The men came back.

"Director," Peter said respectfuly, "Can you tell me anything that might pertain to the man with the ying-yang symbol who has kidnapped my sister-in-law and murdered a marine?"

"DiNozzo, bag and tag. McGee, pictures. Ziva, you're with me, interviewing the witness." The team did as they were told. Gibbs and Ziva walked away.

"You were late this morning McTardy." Tony told the younger agent.

"Maybe you were just early, Tony." Came Tim's reply.

"No, McTardy Pants. You were late, and as senior agent and current leader of this team, I order you to go get coffee. We are going to be here for awhile."

McGee was barly holding back a smile.

"Gibbs is standing behind me isn't he?" DiNozzo asked.

A hand hit him in the back of the head.

"Ya think DiNozzo?" The team leader replied from behind DiNozzo.

"Thank you, Boss." was Tony's customary answer.

"Director called. There are visitors at NCIS who he thinks will be vital to our investigation. Something about a related case in New York."

The team finished processing the scene and left Ducky and Palmer to finish their argument with the body. Palmer had gotten lost again.

Back at headquarters the team found Leon Vance standing in the bullpen with three strange men. One was round and balding. He did not appear to be comfortable surrounded by so many government workers. The next was taller and muscular, but slightly round in the middle. His hair was dark and short. This man was wearing an inexpensive suit, but it was well tailored to fit his frame, a LEO. The third man was perhaps the most interesting. He was thin and muscular with an expensive suit and even more expensive shoes. His hair was dark, like the second man's but longer, and curly, more boyish. A black Fedora sat jauntily on his head.

The team walked over and Vance began to speak.

"Special Agent Gibbs, team leader. Special Agents DiNozzo and McGee. Agent David." He said, pointing out each in turn. "This is Agent Burke, FBI, Neal Caffery, and his friend." He also pointed out each of these men. Neal was wearing the hat, Burke, the inexpensive suit, and Friend was the round one.

"Does Friend have a name, Leon?" Gibbs asked scaldingly.

Leon was about to respond, but stopped short at the look on Ziva's face.

"Moz?" She whispered.

"Ziva?"

"Spencer." Karen Vick said, "We have a problem."

Her tone told Shawn everything he needed to know, and it confirmed his fears. Shawn put his hand to his head and felt Gus stiffen beside him.

"Ying has struck again. More than once. He is calling out more than me this time." Shawn said in his best getting-psych-vibes voice. The Chief nodded.

"One kipnapping and two killings that we know of."

"If there is not more yet, there will be." Shawn said, his voice ringing in the quiet office.

"Who is he calling out this time?" Gus asked.

"Me." A voice announced. Two women and three men were standing in the doorway. The man who had spoken was blonde and wearing a gray suit. Shawn immediatly reconized him.

"You're Patrick Jane, Mentalist. You had a TV show as a pyschic. How did you land that gig by the way? I have been wanting to get into show biz, but I have been kind of bust. Where are my manors. I'm Shawn Spencer, this is my assistant Joe Bob Cookie..." Shawn said, pointing to Gus.

"My name is acctualy Burten Guster. You can call me Gus." He interjected.

"Anyway," Shawn continued, "You're a fake! I could not believe it."

"You should believe it. You are also a fake. A mentalist, as they call me." Patrick Jane said.

"I resent that. I will have you know that I have solved over a hundred unsolvable cases with my phsyic abilities."

"I don't doubt that. But there are no such thing as phsyics." Jane came back, a smirk on his face.

Shawn frowned. " I disagree.." But he was cut off by the Mentalist.

" You are a dishonest..." Patrick was cut off too.

"Jane." The short, dark-haired woman with the peircing green eyes warned. At the same time Karen warned "Spencer."

Both woman looked at each other, and the dark-haired one introduced herself and her team.

"I'm Tearesa Lisbon. This is Grace Van Pelt." Tearesa said, nodding to a tall younger woman with fiery red hair and a thin frame.

"This is Cho and Rigsby. We are with the CBI." Cho was Asian with short dark hair. Shawn noted that he was wearing a very expensive, though ugly, watch. Rigsby was wearing a similar watch. His hair was dark and short cut.

And this is Patrick Jane. Our consultant." Lisbon finished.

"Didn't we already clarify that?" Shawn asked Gus in an undertone.

"Yes you did . Do you have ant tea, and possibly a couch?" Jane answered and asked at the same time.

"Tea? Couch? What do we look like a bed and breakfest?" Lassiter demanded, entering the room, Juliet right on his heels.

"What do you need, Chief?" Juliet asked, not in the mood to have to break up and argument. Shawn doubled over before the Chief could answer.

"Bloood! Bloooooood! A smile. A smile in blooood." Patrick stiffened at Shawn's words.

"Peace. Ying! Yang. Bloooood. Peace. Red toes." Shawn continued. Jane again looked less than comfortable. Shawn stood up.

"Red John is working with Ying." He announced.