Disclaimer: Don't own them, sadly.


Biscuit joined them on a couple of other missions over the next few months, but only when Sam's wife and kids were away. When the others asked why Sam didn't bring him all the time, he simply said "Biscuit has a life too." He proved to be quite good at distracting people with whatever he came up with at the time, the playful puppy routine, the naughty dog act and others. He was also good at getting into places that a human couldn't fit. Air shafts, tunnels under roads, small gaps between buildings, he would go in with radios, phones and in one case water, strapped to his belly or back or tied to drag behind him. Sam, Callen and Kensi trained him and even Macey helped out. Then an operation came along that took Biscuit from the field.

Biscuit and Sam had been enjoying a nice morning run along the beach with Callen, when their phones went off. The men stopped to look at the message and phone OSP while Biscuit played with his blue ball. He liked it. He left it in Sam's car so that he would have something to play with when he went with him on missions. He had a rubber bone hidden between the seats in Callen's car for the same reason and the man hadn't found it yet. He heard Sam call him and they headed back to their cars.

Biscuit had expected Sam to take him back home before heading into work as Marie and the kids were home. Sam didn't take him with him when they were home often. But as they pulled into the OSP parking lot, Biscuit saw that he was getting to spend the day with his master and happily wagged his tail as he followed Sam and Callen inside. The place was a flurry of activity, but Biscuit become aware of something instead of the happiness he usually detected. He stopped as Sam continued and sniffed. It was something that he had only sensed in the presence of the victims of the bad men his master and his friend caught. It was fear. Something really bad had happened and it was scaring everyone. He quickly raced after Sam and found him in the briefing room. He lay down on the floor over his feet, causing Sam to look at him. "What's gotten into you? You're usually trying to get one of the techs to play with you?"

"He's probably picked up on everyone's fear." Said Eric, "I know I'm throwing it off in waves." His hair was still wet and it looked like he still had the board shorts on that he went surfing in that morning.

"What's going on?" Callen had noticed that several other staff appeared to be in various states of being half dressed. Some had just thrown a robe over their PJ's, others had managed a shirt and jeans, one woman had come in with half her hair straight and the rest curled.

"An hour ago, three men escaped from Mirror Mar navel brig." Macey came in and took control. She had just been given the names and access to their files. She plugged in a thumb drive and it opened onto the touch screen. She tapped each file and opened them to show the others. "Former Marines Bowson, Martell and Zerkan managed to overpower guards and take a prisoner transport." She heard the others gasp behind her. "Yes. We warned JAG that to keep them together for too long would be a bad idea when they were incarcerated six months ago."

The team didn't need to look at the files on them again. The men had been in the same gang as kids and found themselves in the same unit during an overseas deployment. They had discovered there was money to be made by helping people get out of the war zones. At first they had noble intentions, but like all those who do things for money, greed took over. After a while they found that there was a lot of money to be made for certain people, young girls for instance. For those who could not pay the full price, well you can use your imagination. They somehow managed it for four years before anyone managed to cotton onto what they were doing and it only took NCIS four months to find enough information to shut them down. They had evidence to suggest that at least a thousand girls had been smuggled out and sold by the men, but many involved in the case believed it to be closer to triple that.

After several days and virtually no leads, Eric interrupted their paperwork catch up time with a whistle. When everyone arrived he started. "I found it." The 'it' turned out to be a warehouse. "it's on a private airstrip owned by Zerkan under his mother's maiden name, which is why we didn't find it the first time." He looked a little annoyed with himself "The satellite feed should be coming online now." Eric got satellite coverage and used thermal imaging to show the building.

The team gasped at what they saw on the screen. They were expecting to see the heat signatures of the three escaped men and maybe a couple of contacts to help them get out of the country. What the screen showed was close to a hundred. Somehow, even though they were in jail, they were still managing to smuggle girls into the country. But as they watched, some of the heat signals started to fade from red to pink.

"Shit!" Sam swore as he realised that because they had nearly caught Martell two days earlier, they were killing the girls and making a clean getaway. "Eric, address now." He shouted over his shoulder as he left, his partner and Biscuit following him. Sam waited as Biscuit jumped into the back seat then got behind the wheel.


Author's note: Don't know the name of Sam's wife so I made one up. If it has been announced or if anyone out there knows, let me know.