Authors Note: Hey everyone. Here's the next chapter. Sorry for any of you who would like the chapters to be longer, I just typically write shorter chapters. Right now I'm at work and it's a holiday, but hey I get holiday pay, so that ain't too bad. I hope everyone likes this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Oh and don't forget to check out my sister story, Dark Foreigner. It's the Stargate companion piece to this story, very, very soon they are going to cross over together.

And the Jonas Brother's live chat last night was funny and great as one would expect, with the exception of too many people typing at once and freezing the chat up a couple of times. But still good.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, if I did I wouldn't have been at work at 5am. But such is life.

Chapter 6

Bullpen

Gibbs walks back into the empty and thankfully quite bullpen. The only one there was McGee, who was quietly working at his computer. The young agent pauses when he notices Gibbs walk in.

"Uh, Boss, the Director wanted to see you when you got back."

"How's the search going,' Gibbs asks as he starts his way up the stairs, coffee in hand.

"Nothing yet."

Gibbs gave slight nod of acknowledgment as continues up the stairs to the Director's office. He strides right past the secretary's desk without stopping, opening the closed door and walks in.

"One of these days you should really learn to knock Jethro.

He gives a casual shrug as he sits in a chair, taking a sip of his coffee, "Jen," his tone conveying the unasked question of 'you needed to see me'.

"I'm merely giving you the courtesy of informing you that the Air Force is sending a team to work on this investigation with your team," she continues on ignoring the death glare that is coming from the blue eyes across from her," I know you're not happy about this."

"What does the Air Force have to do with a Navy matter?"

"I'm not sure, but hey have friends in high places. My hands are tied. This is an order coming down from"

"I don't care where or who it came from. I do NOT work with other teams. My team and I can handle this case on our own."

"I can make this an order if I have to Agent Gibbs," she told him switching to director mode.

"I'm still heading this investigation."

A small smile graced Jen's face," I figured as much and made sure that you are still the one in charge. They're coming to help. Apparently they have an expert who deals with symbols on their team."

"When are they arriving?"

"They're in transit now and should be here late tomorrow morning."

"Fine," Gibbs said heading for the door.

"Jethro, play nice."

Gibbs pauses for a brief moment, then continues out the door, pulling it closed behind him. He heads back down to the bullpen to still see only McGee sitting at his desk working. The other two having yet to return, Gibbs walks over to his desk. He settles in to get some of the dreaded paperwork done. Some time passes before Tony and Ziva return.

"What took you two so long," Gibbs snaps before they even make to their desks.

"Well, Boss, Zee-vah here got us lost," Tony replied quickly as he set his backpack behind his desk.

"Oh please, Tony, you were the one who told me turn left," she argued back at him.

"Then maybe you should have let me drive."

"Will you two knock it off and tell what you found out," Gibbs barked, "Then, you will both write up a report on the interview before you can go home."

"But Boss," Tony whined, the when quiet when Gibbs turned his steely blue gaze to meet the hazel ones questioning his orders.

"His sister was not really much help. She did not know who could have wanted her brother dead, nor could she think of anyone who could bear ill will towards him," Ziva reported.

Apparently, everyone liked him," Tony added.

"Is that it," Gibbs asks the pair.

"She was hot," Tony replied remembering the sister, "Long, dark hair. Gorgeous blue eyes…"

"Tony, she is a married woman," Ziva looked appallingly at her partner.

"Awe, you're just jealous. I know she's married. I was merely making an observation."

"I am not jealous!"

"Enough. Write it up," Gibbs ordered, before yet another argument could ensue, "Now!"

Tony and Ziva jumped at the order and hurried behind their desks to get a report written. Gibbs couldn't wait for the day to be over. He needed some quality boat time and a break from those two. He sometimes felt like a babysitter or a parent.

"McGee," he said the youngest agent snapped his head up.

"Boss?"

"You can go ahead and go. That thing can search without you here."

"Oh come on Boss, that's not fair," Tony started to whine again as McGee gathered his stuff to leave.

"You were the two that got lost."

"Gibbs, you said you would tell us about the mark," Ziva spoke up from her work.

"Tomorrow."

"But Boss"

"Tomorrow Tony. Now work, so we can all go home."

Ziva quickly got her report done and Gibbs told her she could pack up and leave. It took Tony a little longer, but then it usually does. But this time Gibbs noticed that he looked more distracted than normal. He thought about asking the younger man about it, but before he could Tony turn in the report so he could leave. He could find out tomorrow, it was after 8 PM and he was ready to go home to his basement.