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Balboa walked out of the interrogation room that held Carl and took a deep breath. He needed to go a few rounds at the gun range or with a punching bag after that. The man was an insufferable ass and keeping his cool was damn near impossible. Now he had the auspicious pleasure of going to interview his wife.

That promised to be just as distasteful. Looking at his watch, he wondered how Tony was. Abby had called just before he had gone in to interrogate Carl and asked if she could take the man's blood after she had come back from seeing Tony at the hospital.

Knowing how upset she had been earlier he assured her it was not a problem. The man wasn't going anywhere and her getting to see Tony was more important. He felt better when she said she wasn't going alone and that Harm wanted to see Tony as well before he came back and delved into the case more.

No matter what way it was looked at, it was a cluster fuck; agents disregarded protocols, leaving their partner without back up and a husband and wife who nearly fucked one another over Tony's prone and seriously injured body. Squaring his shoulders and arranging the pictures back in the folder, he headed to the next interrogation room containing Eileen.

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Eileen sat in the hard chair trying to get comfortable wondering how Carl was fairing. Carl was her knight in shining armor, always ready to defend her honor. What was she going to say when they asked her questions? She wasn't a fool; she knew it had to be about that man that she had talked to in the driveway before she went for her walk, the one that Carl beat up to prove his dominance.

She flirted with him, knowing Carl was watching. The fact he came back later or that Carl got possessively jealous was not her fault. She flushed a bit at the thought of what they did when they got back from dumping the man. Carl was so hot; he had never made love to her like that before.

She shook her head to bring her back to reality before she got too lost in those thoughts. She turned her head towards the door when she heard it opening. Schooling her features into her best sex kitten look, she waited to see what skills she would need to use to keep out of trouble. She watched as the man slowly sat down in the chair in front of her and calmly placed a folder on the table. Raising her eyes to meet his, she was at first taken aback at how handsome he was and but then quickly felt the urge to run away as fast as she could when she saw the carefully controlled rage in his eyes.

Immediately dropping her gaze back to the table, she tried to regain her calm demeanor and soft look that had always been an asset in the past. Perhaps she should play the part of a woman in distress. Maybe he would think her a victim as well and in need of protection; after all, Carl had been the one to commit the violent act.

"So Mrs. Islander; or may I call you Eileen?" Balboa asked pleasantly.

"Eileen is fine." Hearing his pleasant voice, she decided that she might be the right track after all. She just had to play her cards right and she could walk right out of there.

"Eileen, I am NCIS Agent Balboa. I need to ask you a few questions."

"What for?"

"I need to ask you some questions in regard to an attempted murder of a federal officer." He replied keeping his voice pleasant noticing he had her off kilter.

"But I don't know anyone in the military; I don't believe I can help you." She answered demurely.

"That's where you're wrong Eileen. The Federal agent in question is an NCIS agent and I believe that you can indeed help me."

"Where were you at 9:45 this morning?"

She tilted her head in thought. "I was with my husband." She blushed as if in embarrassment. "He was quite frisky today. You interrupted us earlier as I am sure you could tell."

"I noticed. However you're not quite telling me the full story, are you Eileen? You were with your husband, but your, shall we call them 'extracurricular activities' didn't happen until later." His voice was tender and understanding. "Why don't you try again?"

She looked up and smiled. "Well I may have the times a bit messed up; it was quite the special time between us."

"Then let me tell you what you were doing since you lost track of time." Balboa's anger came out and she looked up in surprise as he pulled out a picture of the two of them in the car with the date stamp. "I can tell you that you were indeed with your husband at that time; however you were not having a 'special time', but in fact were in a moving car. And please note the date and time stamp. Neither of you seem to be engaged in marital relations when the picture was snapped".

Eileen shrugged. "There has to be a mistake. I was with my husband and we were in bed together."

"Nope. I have pictures taken by various traffic cameras this morning." Balboa smirked. "You are clearly not in bed with your husband. In fact you don't find your way there until later."

"How…?"

Balboa's smirk turned into a snarl. "There are traffic cameras all along that particular route and we have pictures of you and your husband from every one of them with date and time stamps to prove it. Want to know where you headed to?"

"No." Eileen's carefree exterior was beginning to crumble.

"To a field about forty-five minutes from your house."

"No, I never went to a field, why would I?"

"Because you wanted to dump Agent DiNozzo's body there before you went home and fucked like bunnies."

Tears formed in her eyes as she realized all that they knew. The man was a federal agent, but she didn't do anything, it was all Carl.

"I didn't know why Carl wanted to go for a drive, he just asked and I went. Are you married?" Not receiving a response, she continued trying to spin her story. "Sometimes you do things for your spouse just because. He wanted to go for a ride and I agreed." She looked at Balboa with tears streaming down her face.

"Tears won't work on me Eileen. You may as well tell me the truth."

"I still don't know who you are even talking about."

Balboa's voice became deadly as he filled Eileen in. "Agent DiNozzo is a federal agent. He was at your house this morning conducting a routine investigation. We have you down as speaking to him prior to ever going into your house. He met you on the sidewalk a few houses away."

"I bet you wanted Carl to see you talking to a good looking man like Agent DiNozzo, wanted to make him jealous, so you flirted a little. From the view Carl would have had, he would have thought that there was more going on. Unfortunately, he ended up at your house as he conducted the investigation."

"Carl attacked him, believing he was the one pursuing you, the one that you lied to him about. Carl took out all his rage and frustration on Agent DiNozzo, believing that he was going to take you away from him. But that really wasn't true was it?"

Receiving no answer he continued, "He was stabbed sixteen times, kicked in the torso hard enough to leave a boot print, and was continually beaten though he was rendered unconscious."

Eileen couldn't believe all that she heard; how could they have known?

"You're telling me that Carl did these things to that Agent and it's my fault? I never laid a hand on the man." Her voice hardened.

"That's not quite true is it Eileen?" Balboa glared. "I know that you helped wrap up Agent DiNozzo and load him in the trunk of your car, the same car that is currently in our forensics locker being searched thoroughly for evidence. After you returned from dumping his body, you and your husband did end up in bed, but not before."

"Carl is lying! I never-"

"Don't bother with the bullshit Eileen. Would you like to know why?"

"Well I assume it's because Carl said that I helped him, isn't it? There is no other alternative."

Balboa shook his head. "You're wrong there Mrs. Islander."

She jerked her head up in surprise at the name change.

"So I am wrong, does this mean you're going to fill me in or do I have to guess? All I know is that Carl is lying if he said that I had anything to do with this. You can't just take his word for it."

"Carl isn't the only reason we know about your complicity with the attack on Agent DiNozzo. We have proof."

She looked surprised.

"How?"

"It's all on tape. Agent DiNozzo was wired and everything you did and said was recorded. We know everything and you will be formally charged."

"No."

Balboa smiled.

"Yes."

"I need a lawyer." She whispered.

"I'll tell you just what I told Carl when he said the same exact thing." Narrowing his eyes as his voice took a deadly edge, "You'll need more than that".