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By Your Side

Chapter 4

"What the hell are you talking about? She wasn't using Morse code!" Gibbs countered, praying that the people working for this man knew nothing about sign language.

The voice laughed once more, "She'll pay; don't you worry. The time to meet is still on; remember, follow the rules, Agent Jethro Leroy Gibbs, or your daughter is dead!"

They heard Avalon scream for her father before the line went dead. Gibbs turned to McGee, who continued to type away on his computer. He smiled widely, sending the information to the screen and standing up.

"Ex-second Lieutenant Maxwell Bonosera." McGee told them, holding up a remote control, brining up a piece of paper on to the screen, along with two photos (one of the man in the uniform and a prison mug shot). "He has had two sexual assault charges within a month of each other before he was dishonorable discharged."

Gibbs stared at the man for a long time, his eyes squinting as he tried to place both the name and the face together. A lot of memories where he had made many enemies passed through his mind, all trying to connect the man of only thirty-eight years old. Finally, two years after his wife and older daughter were killed and a year and a half of being a NCIS agent, the name and face came into his mind.

"Son of a bitch, he was the one I put behind bars fifteen years ago on raped charges!" Gibbs cried, eyes narrowing in slits. "He threatened to get revenge on me by killing the loved ones–he's been on the most wanted list three months after he was sentenced to life in prison this year."

David turned to the group of BAU's, "I say that's a cause for a warrant to search his ex-wife's home and records."

"Already on it," Tony cried, already at his desk and on the phone.

Gibbs turned and walked over to his desk, opening a drawer to get his badge and gun. "Gear up! McGee, look over the records of Mrs. Bonosera–don't leave anything unturned! Abby, help him crack in to the government files; Bonosera was in a lot of secret OP's and classified. Callen, Hanna, I need you guys to show the BAU team how we do things around here."

Abby nodded and both she and McGee started towards the stairs to go downstairs. Once his gun was strapped, Gibbs moved around towards the elevators, both Ziva and Tony following after him with Spencer rushing towards them only to stop with some hesitation. The BAU team walked forward a bit after the youngest member, wondering what was going on with their genius agent.

"What do you think you're doing, Agent Gibbs? We're supposed to be working together and you're still working as though your team is the only one working on this case!" Hotch argued, watching the other man slam a hand on the elevator button.

Gibbs turned to him with a glare. "What I understand is that you like to take your time in trying to get around this guy's head. However, we are running out of time and I am not going to let my daughter die because of you!"

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva quickly entered, Spencer itching to go with them. However, he knew that Hotch would have a fit if he decided to go with them–again–knowing they would need his knowledge if the time comes. The doors started to close but Gibbs placed a hand on the right door, making them move back once more, sticking his head out to glare in their direction.

"You coming professor?" Gibbs demanded.

Spencer flushed at the nickname but quickly made his way over to the elevator and entered. The group of BAU stared at the youngest member in disbelief, and confusion, wondering what he was doing. Spencer smiled, giving them a little wave as the doors closed. The group turned to each other before looking at Hotch for some kind of order.

"Continue to get a profile on this guy and keep in constant contact with Reid." He told them in annoyance.

Callen chuckled as Hanna shook his head, looking at the BAU members. "Don't worry; he's not always like this. Because this concerns his daughter, Leroy is on edge. He lost his wife and older daughter sum years ago and Avalon is all he has left now." Callen told them sadly. "I'm Callen, by the way, and this is Sam Hanna. Whatever you guys need help on just let us know."

It was only an hour later that the NCIS and Spencer had arrived to Maxwell's ex-wife home. As she let them in, Spencer immediately did what he does best: he started to profile the woman's house then Mrs. Bonosera–now Mrs. Faledule–herself. She was a petite woman standing at five foot seven inches with shoulder length blonde hair and deep gray eyes. She wore expensive, and fashionable, clothing and jewelry; something an ex-army wife would never be able to afford after a divorce with a five year old child.

"I see you've done well, Mrs. Faledule." Gibbs commented dryly, looking around the expensive home himself.

The woman shrugged, sitting on a chair facing the three NCIS agents and one FBI profiler, crossing her right leg over her left. "What can I do for the NCIS, Agent Gibbs? Haven't you done enough damage to my first marriage the first time around? Now you want to ruin my second?"

Gibbs glowered at the woman, but didn't say anything as whatever other information she may have on her ex-husband was vital to find his daughter. However, before Gibbs or the other agents could ask a question, it was Spencer who had snapped at the woman.

"Despite that your ex-husband was a psycho path in the making after he had returned from a two year mission from Iraq; whatever Agent Gibbs did to 'ruin' your first marriage had nothing to do with him but what your ex-husband was doing!"

Everyone stared at the genius with wide and surprise eyes, as both Tony and Ziva's mouth had fallen open slightly. It seemed that underneath the shy and geeky clothes this boy was as strong as Gibbs when pushed to the limit. The NCIS agents all wondered what other surprises they might receive from boy genius after this.

"Now, the reason for our coming is because Maxwell Bonosera had kidnapped Agent Gibbs daughter and have less then twenty-four hours to make sure she is safe and alive. I can understand if you do not know anything else, however, if you decide to not to help us, so help me, I would have our technical analysis do a large background check on you and bring you down; alongside your rich husband, of course."

Mrs. Faledule gulped visibly, her eyes sharpening as her jaw was set. "From what I remember, Maxwell liked to go to some docks on Hayward in Maryland. He always met up with some friends of his. I don't know the names; just figured they were buddies from his high school days or from the army that weren't on leave." Mrs. Faledule shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. "I never questioned what they did, just figured that they were playing poker or something."

"Yeah, or something." Gibbs muttered, walking towards the entrance, getting on his phone.

Tony and Ziva walked after him as Spencer looked at the woman. However, the Mossad officer hung back as she saw that the FBI was not walking away. The way Spencer was staring at the woman made her squirm as he did not blink or looked away. She felt almost violated.

"Your husband knows you're cheating on him, your daughter is getting high–possibly right at this moment, and you're pregnant. Guessing from your husband knowing of your affairs, it's certainly not his."

With that said, he walked away with Ziva staring at him amused and confusion when she saw the pale and surprise reaction from Mrs. Faledule. Closing the door behind her, she quickly walked next to the younger man, smirking up at him.

"How did you know all that?"

Spencer smiled shyly down at her as he was fairly tall. "I'm a profiler; I can quickly analyze people, either in person or in the pictures." He shrugged, "In one of the pictures of the family of three, Mr. Faledule didn't want to be anywhere near his wife, and the daughter–although presentable–had droopy eyes that could only consent of smoking pot. And Mrs. Faledule constantly kept touching her abdominal."

Ziva laughed and patted his arm, liking the younger man more and more. As they neared Gibbs car, he turned to Spencer, pointing a finger at him with narrowed, calculating eyes.

"What, exactly, are your intentions with my daughter?" He demanded.

Spencer stopped his eyes wide, "Sir?"

Gibbs pointed at the large house. "What you just did in there, and your behavior in this case, is not just feeling guilty. Now, I'll ask again: what are your intentions with my daughter?"

"She was nice," Spencer muttered, wishing he was anywhere else, especially confronting an ex-marine.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow, as did the others. "She was nice? What the hell does that have anything to do with?"

"She was nice to me and didn't treat me like a freak." Spencer sighed, "Even in the few minutes we spoke after the lecture, she saw me as a normal person."

Gibbs stared at the man for a long time before nodding and getting in the car. Inhaling deeply, Spencer looks at Ziva before they both got in the car. The group drove back towards the NCIS building, needing to come up with a plan to try and get his daughter that same night. If Bonosera still believed that Avalon was using Morse code, he might just kill her that night.

Avalon held back her tears as the kicks and the fists had finally stopped. All four men that stood around her said nothing nor did nothing, merely stare down at her. It was the one in the mask, the leader apparently, who had finally walked forward, kneeled in front of her, and grabbed a handful of her hair. He brought her face up, his eyes narrowed behind the black mask.

"My boys saw the tape, you were sending them a message!" he growled.

Avalon moved her head in hopes to lessen the pain, but it didn't work. "No I didn't! I told you I tend to move some part of my body when I'm nervous. If I were standing and not bond, I would have been shifting my feet!"

He let her hair go and slapped her, Avalon's head hitting the cement floor. Feeling and tasting the blood within her mouth, as she had bit the side of her cheek, tears fell from her eyes, wishing for her father.

"Sir, she's been telling the truth." One of the men finally said, now over by the computer. "It wasn't Morse code she was using."

The leader hummed, looking down at the glaring woman. Glaring back, he gave one hard kick to her midsection before turning his back at her, ordering the men to return her back to the room. Avalon tried to breathe as normally as she could while being dragged back to her prison. Seeing as her life has just been extended until the next day, the young woman prayed that her father would find her on time.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long, my computer got a virus and a friend was trying to work on it. Now I'm back and can update! Please review!