'~ Chapter 3: Evidence and Magazines ~'

Logan cautiously crouches down. In front of him is an iPhone with no case and another piece of paper. Like the first one, Logan picked it up and read it.

Turn me on Logan…

Logan involuntarily shuddered at the message, despite the arrow pointing down to the phone. For some reason, the phrase revived a memory he had with his precious girlfriend…

~Flashback~

"Oh come on, Logan. One dance?" his girlfriend Camille begs Logan, her shoulders slumping. Logan cocked his head playfully giving his signature side smile to Camille. He knew Camille looked forward to this night. It was their first Valentine's Day together and they were at a school dance party.

"Fine…one dance," Logan responded holding his hand out to Camille. Laughing briefly, Camille gratefully took his hand and Logan led her to the dance floor. Not much longer, they found a spot in the center, a bit towards the right. They were currently playing a slow song, so Camille wrapped her arms around Logan's neck while Logan's hands were around her waist. They swayed back and forth at the soothing rhythm going in a circle, while staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

"How did I get a guy as good as you?" Camille sighed a shy smile showing on her tinted lips. Logan broke out into a full smile, briefly glancing down at the wooden floor.

"Maybe you just deserved one," Logan smoothly said. Camille laughed again. Going with the moment, they moved closer together their heads leaning on the others.

"Maybe so," Camille smirked, "Maybe…there's definitely something about you that turns me on though." Camille says seductively with almost a devilish smile, in a facinated way of course. She then connects her hips with his and pulls Logan into a fierce kiss. Logan closes his eyes lost in the moment. They didn't care if anyone saw them; the world was oblivious to them. Their kiss broke with a pop, which only echoed in their ears. Panting, they both stared at each other.

"So…is there anything else you want to do?" Camille asks, her hand traveling down Logan's chest. Logan followed Camille's gaze at her hand before he answers.

"I had an idea," Logan said smirking. The smiling couple then made their way to Logan's car.

~Flackback Ends~

Logan sighed thinking back to that moment. It only made him miss, Camille more and even more determined. At least now he knows it has gotta be someone he or Camille knows.

Shaking the thought from his head, Logan decided to continue searching for anything else which was missing before turning on the phone. Inside his closet, it has a usual rack in which hangers would go on. Since that was the case he had some space underneath in which on the left and right side has some boxes, filled with things he doesn't use or ever so often uses.

In the center of that space, are two, small table drawers in which held some of Camille's clothes. Only in case of emergencies! They both secretly agreed to do this so if on sudden notice they don't have to speed to each other's houses if necessary, and the same thing went for Logan. He opened the drawers to find each article of clothing not there. Now Logan was furious.

How could the person know about this? They perfectly blended in with the boxes, and in his closet! You couldn't expect some stranger to get in and out that fast and even think twice about checking in there. Just then, Gibbs walks in looking around absently minded. He searches the desk oblivious to Logan's presence. With his back turned, Logan hurriedly stuffs the iPhone, as well as the note, in his back pocket, in hopes to look at it later.

"Mr. Gibbs," Logan says getting his attention, "I found this note on my desk." As he says so, Logan bends down to the fallen piece of paper and handing it to Gibbs.

"Your enemies are closer than you think, signed your worst nightmare," Gibbs reads aloud. He then turns to Logan.

"Anyone you know who might do this?" Gibbs asks as he takes out a labeled evidence bag and puts the note in.

"I know a couple," Logan replied back.

"Anything missing, Logan?" Gibbs asks.

"Well," Logan starts, walking over to his still open closet, "some of Camille's clothes are missing." Gibbs shoots Logan a questioning and awkward look. For the boy's age, Gibbs was surprised those words came out of Logan's mouth.

"It's…only for emergency…purposes," Logan awkwardly says back. He certainly didn't expect this subject to be brought up with a government agent.

"Ok, for now let's call it a night and we'll continue tomorrow," Jethro starts as he exits the room with Logan following, "We booked a hotel and we'll stay there with you two under surveillance."

"Ok then…Kendall!" Logan yells as he met Kendall's eye view. As Kendall stows away his phone, Logan jogs over to him.

"Where were you?"

"I was calling my mom…about the situation," Kendall says not meeting Logan's gaze.

"Well, the elderly officer said we'll be staying at a hotel and will be leaving soon."

"Sure," was all Kendall could say. I mean, yes he was happy that they were getting some help in finding their girls, but he did need some time to settle, you know, think things through. Everything seems to be just coming at him like a storm. Plus, a comfortable bed sounds good right about now.

"Don't worry, dude," Logan comforts putting a hand on the blond's shoulder, "we'll find them sooner than you'll think." Kendall nods and Logan leans against the door post Kendall following suit with the other side. As the two boys were talking, Gibbs and McGee were watching afar off from the kitchen entrance.

"McGee, would you hand me the car keys? I'll start it this time," Gibbs says as he stretches out his hand. Tim clumsily searches his pants pockets and soon hands the keys over. As soon as the keys are in his hands Gibbs takes off through the back door. McGee stays put as his boss goes off, staring at the two worried and saddened teens with interest. He flattened his lips, as he saw Logan plant a hand on Kendall's shoulder. Watching this felt almost like the time he helped his sister…

~~~A Life For A Life~~~

Back at NCIS, Katie managed to calm down and is resting in Carlos's arms, her head against his shoulder. They just recently had a take-out dinner and James insisted on Katie getting some rest after that hectic day. She at first resisted, but finally gave in and here she was five minutes later. It was about 10:30 pm, and Tony and Ziva were soon going to call it a night, despite not really doing anything that day except getting much needed rest. Just like Katie, Ziva was out like a light; Dinozzo was reading a magazine covered by a hard cover file; and Carlos and James are absently looking around their new environment. James's eye soon catches the peeking front page of the magazine in Dinozzo's hands and it immediately sparks his interest.

"Is that Kim Kardashian?" James asks pointing to the brunette female picture that was barely showing. Tony lowers the magazine not leaving James's gaze.

"What Kardashian?" Tony asks failing to try to hide the fact that James indeed did see her on the cover.

"The one right…" James starts slowly getting up and trying to get the magazine. Tony abruptly closes his file and holds up his right hand.

"Ah, ah! This magazine is too…inappropriate for your age little man."

"Excuse me? I'm indeed not too young. I'm sixteen," James chuckles in his 'don't be silly' voice.

"Oh…really?" Tony asks back in a fake interested voice.

"Yeah." James seriously says as he looms over Tony's desk trying to even take the slightest peek. And I'll tell ya right now his neck is starting to hurt from trying to crane his neck all the way there.

"Still too bad," Tony says with a fake smile. James gives him a stern look. James knows he hasn't taken one look at a woman magazine, but he's sixteen. Gotta start somewhere, right?

"Why?" James half whines, "There has got to be some reason with you adults," James finishes as he slumps back in his chair.

"Oh, is that so? My reason is…" Tony pauses as he takes in the stares from Carlos and the amusing look from James saying 'I'm waiting', "…is that you're not good enough for it." After saying that, Tony mentally slaps himself. 'Not good enough for it? Really, Anthony' Tony thinks to himself. He could just imagine Gibbs slapping him right then for a response that stupid.

"Ha! Not good enough? I'd have you know I am the best looking guy in my school. If anything I should be good enough for everything," James states flicking his jacket proudly.

"It's true," Carlos adds jumping into the conversation, "Well…not about the 'good enough for everything' part."

Truth be told, James and Carlos were bored out of their minds! They needed to do something or they could easily act like they're dead.

"I could easily beat you in that competition. All the ladies love me," Tony smugly says while putting his hands behind him like you would on the beach, "Since you claim to be one of the best looking guys here…prove it."

"Wait…don't…"

"I," James starts as Carlos groans. 'Nobody listens to me now a days' Carlos thought to himself, "have a lucky comb," James finishes taking out his comb from his back pocket and running it through his hair. Tony went straight from laughing to be silent and is now staring at the piece of plastic with interest.

As James continues "proudly" combing through his auburn locks, Carlos rolls his chair over to Ziva's desk to where his chair was right next to hers. He manages not to wake Katie since she was curled up in Carlos's chest. He repeatedly taps Agent David's left arm while whispering her name. After like the twelfth time, Ziva starts acting up.

"Something wrong, Mr. Garcia?" she asks while rubbing her eyes with her right hand.

"No, but…does your partner act like that all the time?" Carlos softly answers and asks gesturing to the two now bickering males. Ziva just blankly stares at them as Carlos is.

"Most of the time, yes," Ziva responds smirking while leaning back in her chair, clearly entertained by them. "Do you know what they're fighting about?" Ziva asks again trying to get close enough to the Latino's ear so Katie wouldn't wake up and so they wouldn't hear her. Pfft, like they would anyway within their argument.

"James was showing off his comb and well…things got out of hand. If you knew James like I do, I'd think it's because he doesn't want your partner to touch the comb. He never lets anyone touch it. I'm mean, I have no idea what is it with James and his stupid comb," Carlos scoffs.

"And you're asking me about my partner? What about your friend? Does he need…I don't know help or something?" Ziva questions, both of them not taking their eyes off of James or Tony.

"Ok…you have a point. But before we even shoot off anymore questions, let's just agree that both of them are weird in their own way."

"Deal," Ziva agrees. After pausing for a moment, Ziva talks again. She was actually getting comfortable talking with the Latino. Plus, she could take this as an unofficial interrogation.

"So, how is your friend like?" Ziva asks this time turning to Carlos. Carlos does the same as he answers back.

"He is…sort of you know…stuck up sometimes. But once you get pass that wall, you can see the humble side of James. And not to be judgmental, but he looks like the type you'd go for," Carlos says raising his eye brows up and down. Ziva playfully huffs through her nose and rolls her eyes.

"Please, if James is anything like my partner Tony he'll never be my type. No offense."

"Oh, I'm sure he won't mind," Carlos chuckles, "So, now that that was established, how is Tony like?"

"Well…let's describe him as Mr. One Night Stand," Ziva says with a shrug of her shoulders. Carlos in response gives Ziva a shocked look.

"Him…a Mr. One Night Stand?"

"What did you say about me?" Both Tony and James said simultaneously freezing in their spots and looking at them. The sudden sentence made Carlos jerk a bit, even Ziva did. Carlos and Ziva, soon enough, broke out into smiles as they stared at Tony and James's slightly angered faces. The awkward tension was broken by Tony's desk phone ringing. Before picking it up, Tony glares at Ziva while she gives him a sarcastic smile.

"Dinozzo's desk," Tony greets, "Yes boss…ok, will do." Tony then puts a hand over the mouth piece of the phone.

"Gibbs is asking if you guys want to chat later," Tony says gesturing to James and Carlos. They look at each other before James speaks.

"Tell him 'yes'," James says back while Carlos frantically nods his head.

"They say 'yes'," Tony continues, "ok, bye." And Tony ends the call.

"Ok!" Tony says in his 'authorative' voice, "Gibbs says they'll Skype us in fifteen minutes. All in favor of using Ziva's computer say 'aye'."

"Tony!" Ziva complains. She then jerkily gestures to Katie who was now slowly waking up because of the noise. Ziva then gets up from her desk, brushes past James, and slaps the back of his head.

"Didn't think you'll not get those when Gibbs was gone, did you?" Ziva smugly asks while sitting back in her seat.

"Carlos?" Katie groggily asks, "Where's Kendall?"

"He's still back in Minnesota," Carlos answers while helping Katie get into a sitting position, "But we're gonna call him shortly, ok?"

"Ok," Katie sighs. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Katie misses Kendall. But what can she do? She is still trying to understand that she needs to stay here, and be safe for her brother. One would think that the only reason she hasn't run off yet to her brother is because Kendall told her to stay there, and she wouldn't want to object to Kendall's decisions.