A/N: Let me start out by apologizing for the unforgivable unnanounced hiatus that this story seemed to have taken. Real life just keeps getting in the way. I promise to work on this as much as possible, but am no longer able to to promise timely updates. It should be winding up (I'm thinking two or three more chapters, maybe four depending on where it takes us...) but this chapter is really quite long so I hope that'll make up for it. Next chapter will include Sweets and Hodgins, since I look forward to having the most fun with their interrogations. So, without further delay, here is Chapter Four. Enjoy. :)

"I hate the East Coast. All the cities and the buildings and they're tall." Mary was well into a rant, and Marshall looked apologetically at Gibbs, who smirked, as the three of them rode in the elevator. Mary continued on without noticing the exchange. "And, as if this whole situation could not get any more damned to hell my witness, who decided to up and rape and murder a world renowned forensic anthropologist, ends up murdered. And you," she pointed at Gibbs. "You authorized your team to hack into WITSEC to find the identity of my witness. I should have you locked up."

"But you won't, right Mare?" Marshall more instructed than asked. "Because these fine people have a very viable suspect as to who killed Luring."

By this time the group had arrived into the squad room.

"Really," Mary said, turning to Tony. "Is that so pretty boy?"

"Boss, you know that normally I wouldn't mind being complimented on my exemplary looks, but I don't really like the tone-"

"Well that's too bad DiNozzo," Gibbs responded.

"I think it's kinda cute." Marshall intergected.

Mary looked at all three men. "Are you all done having a collective pow-wow and not filling me in on the supposed suspect?"

"DiNozzo." Gibbs barked, completely ignoring Mary.

"Yes, boss?"

"Did you call in the Jeffersonian Team?"

"Sure did boss, and they are taking up all of our interrogation rooms. Each one is stranger than the next."

"Marshall Shannon, would you like to be in the interrogation room when we question them?"

She gave him an incredulous look.

Marshall laughed. "I'd like to see you try and keep her out Agent Gibbs."

Angela Montenegro

"So you do facial reconstructions?" Ziva enquired, Mary and Gibbs hovering on either side of her.

"Yeah, and animated reenactments as well as a bit of computer programming." Angela replied. "Well, actually I did. Now I just kind of sit around and hope that Booth'll come back."

"Special Agent Seeley Booth?"Gibbs asked.

"Yeah." Angela responded. "Special Agent Seeley Booth. That was a good man if ever I knew one."

"One of Agent Gibbs' agents asked you a few questions over the phone," Mary began. "You said that Booth was in love with Temperance Brennan?"

"Doctor." Angela asserted. "Doctor Temperance Brennan."

"Miss Montenegro please answer the question." Ziva prodded.

Angela sighed. "Yeah, Booth loves her. He loves her in the most essential meaning of the word, with every fiber of his being."

"Were they in a sexual relationship?" Mary asked.

"No," Gibbs responded, before Angela had a chance to. "They were partners. There was protocol, and they didn't want to jeopardize the good that they already had going. Am I right Miss Montenegro?"

"Yes," Angela said, taken aback. "You are absolutely correct."

Meanwhile, Tony and Marshall are in observation, watching the exchange.

"Can I ask you a question?" Tony asked Marshall.

"You're already doing that, Agent DiNozzo."

"Tony, really. And you didn't answer my question."

Marshall laughed, "Go ahead Tony. Fire away."

Tony had his eyes glued to the interrogation room. "If you walked into Mary's house, and you found her raped and murdered, would you go after whatever bastard did it to her and let him have it?"

Marshall turned to Tony. "You mean to tell me you wouldn't if it were Ziva?"

Tony continued to gaze in at the conversation, which now included Mary and Angela laughing, Gibbs shaking his head, and Ziva looking confused. He said in a quiet voice. "I would. In all honesty I don't know if I could live without her."

Marshall smiled to himself and nodded. "I would as well."

The two men looked at each other, each realizing that the other is irrevocably in love with their partner.

Seeley Booth was starting to make a lot more sense.

Dr. Cam Saroyan

"Dr. Camille Saroyan, cop turned medical examiner." Tony started out as he sat down opposite of Cam in the interrogation room, placing his feet on the table, and his hands behind his head, Marshall standing behind him, nonchalantly reading a file. "You know I used to be a cop. In Baltimore, actually. Man, those were some good times. Except this guy in my squad, he had this Broadway musical obsession, particularly with 'Hairspray', you seen it? I never saw the musical, just the movie, mostly, I'll admit to see John Travolta dressed as a woman. Anyways he would play the soundtrack to the musical over and over and every blessed day would start with 'Good Morning Baltimore'. Once I swiped the tape and played it over and over and over again in the interrogation room with this guy who killed three people with a wooden cooking spoon…"

In observation…

"Will he ever get to the point?" Mary asked exhasperatedly. "This is quite possibly the strangest interrogation I've ever seen."

"He's a good agent, Marshal Shannon." Gibbs informed her, rather matter of factly. "He'll get to it."

"His style, although rather unorthodox, is quite effective." Ziva whispered to Mary. "I haven't the faintest idea why, but it is effective."

"Marshall is going to have field day with this guy." Mary whispered back conspiratorially. "Between the two of them, they might know every useless bit of trivia on the planet."

Just then the two women looked up to see Tony leave the room, followed by Marshall. They entered observation and Marshall said, "Well, from the interviews so far, I feel we can reasonably deduce that Booth was in love with Brennan, and wherever he is now, still is in love with her."

Gibbs nodded, and then seemed to have a realization. He turned to DiNozzo and asked, "How many more are left?"

"Two," Tony responded. "A Dr. Jack Hodgins, and Dr. Lance Sweets, their psychologist."

"Their psychologist?" Gibbs was bewildered.

"Yeah, boss FBI standard issue. Twenty-five, looks twelve. Why?"

Gibbs just shook his head. "I need coffee." He then turned, and walked away, leaving his team, and Mary and Marshall to exchange confused looks of their own.

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