Chapter 10

At a nearby park, Gibbs meets up with the man Jamie drew a picture of. The man is sitting on a bench by the water's edge. Gibbs walks over to him and the man stands up to greet him. The man is Special Agent Marcus Frank of the CIA.

"Good to see you again, Gibbs. I heard the last two members of the drug cartel are dead. I already have an agent bringing Jamie's mother back to their house. Jamie can go home now."

"Marcus… You son-of-a-bitch!" Gibbs punches Marcus in the stomach.

Marcus falls to the ground gasping for breath.

"What was that for?"

"You know exactly what that was for! I know you're the seventh member, Marcus."

Marcus stands up. He chuckles slightly while holding his stomach due to the pain of the blow he received from Gibbs.

"You can't prove anything, Gibbs. The disk was practically destroyed fifteen years ago. The only piece of evidence on that disk which had my face, just happened to be the in the section of the disk that received the most damage so it was unrecoverable. It was the only evidence that could even remotely link me to them."

"You gave them my daughter too, didn't you?!"

"I hid your daughter from them, Gibbs. It was me who put her in a safe place. It was me who kept her safe all these years. I could've fed her to the dogs if I wanted to! She remained safe for fifteen years because of me! I never gave them you or her!"

"But you gave your own agent away fifteen years ago."

"With him I had no choice. I never dealt with these people directly." Marcus stated. "The one time… The one time I do, I get caught on camera."

"So you gave him up."

"What choice did I have?"

"How about not dealing with those scumbags in the first place?!"

"That's easier said than done, Gibbs."

"My family saw what was on that disk. My wife contacted the CIA and let me guess… She spoke with you, didn't she?"

"Yes she did… So what?"

"Then you gave her up in order to cover your own ass. Just like you did with your own agent. The agent you sent to pick up my family!"

"No choice, Gibbs. I had to."

Gibbs punches Marcus in the stomach again. Once again, Marcus falls to the ground gasping for breath.

"You're a bastard, Marcus. Always was and always will be."

"I know I am. But at least when I found out your daughter was still alive I didn't give her up." Marcus stands up.

"And if she happened to recover her memory? What then?"

"Well… That would've been a different story."

Gibbs punches Marcus in the stomach, then in the face. Marcus falls to the ground for a third time. After a minute he stands up. Marcus leans toward the side and spits the blood out of his mouth.

"I definitely deserved that one. I know."

"How could you Marcus?"

"I just got caught up in the wrong…" Marcus paused. "It's tough to explain, Gibbs. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"You betrayed your country!"

"I just got mixed up with the wrong people. I couldn't just get out. I had to…" Marcus paused for a couple seconds. "Slowly, over the course of the last fifteen years, give each of them away one by one to not make it look suspicious. Besides, it was extremely hard to get it done because most of the time I didn't know where they located. But I wanted out, Gibbs."

"I don't care for your reasons of why you got involved with them in the first place. What I care about is putting you where you belong… Behind bars… Or a coffin."

"Now that's definitely easier said than done, Gibbs."

"I'll find a way, Marcus. I promise you that."

"You can't touch me, Gibbs. I'm CIA. You got nothing on me and never will."

"You may think you're hot stuff right now, Marcus. But eventually you'll be where you belong. One way or another."

"What are you going do, Gibbs? Shoot me? What it all comes down to is this… There's not a damn thing you can do about it." Marcus said. "I'm untouchable."

"Shooting you would be a waste of a perfectly good bullet. You're pathetic Marcus, you know that."

"Untouchable, Gibbs. Un… Touchable."

"We'll just see about that."

Gibbs turns and walks away. Marcus leans to the side and spits more blood out of his mouth. He looks up toward Gibbs who is walking away.

"You can't touch me, Gibbs! You got nothing on me! No evidence! Nothing!" Marcus shouted. "You hear me! Nothing!"

Gibbs reaches into his pocket. He takes out the picture Jamie drew of Marcus and looks at it as he continues walking. Gibbs immediately crumbles up the drawing and tosses it in a trash can as he passes one.

"I'll find some way of getting you, Marcus. Even if it's the last thing I do." Gibbs said softly to himself.

Gibbs heads back to NCIS Headquarters in order to pick up Jamie so he can bring her back home to her mother Betty.