A/N: Ooh nearly finished…tick-tock, tick-tock. As always your reviews are a pleasure to read so keep on writing them. She will tell Gibbs in the last chapter I promise…I'm saving the best 'til last. I'm mean I know :D

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Yankee Whit Lies - Chapter 12 - Accusations & Explanations

Gibbs made his way back downstairs. Rushing down he stopped in front of the Major and asked, "Where'd you get your uniform dry-cleaned?"

"Base cleaner at Quantico, sir." he replied, somewhat confused.

Gibbs rushed off to find Kate. She was walking towards him, laptop in hand. "Hey, I accessed everything I could on the differences between the planes."

"We need to talk. Now." he said as he went to open a door.

Kate leaned over and pulled the door shut as he opened it, "What are you doing? There's a campaign conference going on in there."

"I need to talk to you in private and now!"

"There're no other private meeting rooms. You could ask the President to give up his office, but it might be a little weird." before she had even finished her sentence he grabbed her laptop and threw onto an empty seat.

"Hey!" she protested whilst he grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the bathroom. He squeezed in with her. Major Carl Pritchard watched on confused by what was going on but he couldn't interfere as he was guarding the football.

Gibbs closed the door and took her weapon from her when she turned "Sit down." he ordered.

"Jethro? What the hell are you doing?"

"Commander Trapp was poisoned, Kate."

"With what?"

"Australian snake venom. Hard to detect, mimics a natural death." he had her own weapon pointed at her.

"You can't honestly think that I had anything to do with it?"

"Well, sweetie, you were with him when he was poisoned."

"So was the President, Jethro. You gonna accuse him too?" she was knocked for six. How could her own husband think such a thing her?

"No, Caitlin because he didn't meet up for a drink with Major Kerry yesterday."

"What? Tim's dead?" she couldn't believe it. She'd seen him yesterday. Alive and well and now he was dead.

"Yeah. Stroked, on a Georgetown street." he paused, briefly, to study her face then continued, "And I bet it wasn't far from the bar where you two kissed goodbye."

She was hurt by that statement. First he accuses her of murder and now he was implicating that she had been having an affair! Unbelievable.

"You asshole!" she spat as she started to punch her fists into his chest. "I can't believe you're accusing me of sleeping with someone else." she cried.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Baby, please don't cry. I just wanted to see your reaction. Liars don't pale on cue."

She pulled back and looked at her husband. "You might know I'm not a murderer but you still think I slept with Tim."

Jethro looked away from her not wanting to look in her eyes. She removed one hand from his chest and placed it softly on his right cheek and turned his face towards her, "How could you think that of me? I'm nothing like any of your ex-wives. You've always said that. I'm not gonna go around sleeping with other guys because you piss me off or aren't around or don't talk about your feelings enough. And I'm certainly not going to chase you around your car with some piece of sports equipment…I'd kill you with my bare hands." she stated.

"Why didn't you tell me you were meeting Tim? And I know you didn't meet up with Marcy." he stopped and wondered if he should tell her he followed her. It was probably best that he did, she probably knew or suspected that he did, "I-I followed you."

"I had a feeling you would."

"Why did you lie?"

"I just…I don't why I didn't tell you. You know I love you Jet more than anything. And when we got married and we exchanged vows; I meant every last word I said. I guess I just needed somebody to talk to."

"You could've talked to me, Kate. I'll always be there for you." he kissed her forehead and smiled at his wife. He still couldn't help but wonder what else she was holding back. He could see that she was but felt it best that she told him whatever it was when she was ready.

"I know but you're still a bastard."

"That's what they all tell me!" he joked, "Here." he handed her back her weapon. She quickly composed herself and put her gun back in its holster.

"Okay, personal business aside. How were they poisoned?"

"Dry cleaner laced their uniforms with poison. It has to be an Al-Qaeda sleeper."

"Tim must've recommended his dry cleaners. He told me yesterday that they'd had a drink and he gave Commander Trapp tips like that."

"They must be after the President, but what would they get from killing the Ball carrier?"

"Nothing. Another aide steps in."

Then it suddenly hit him, "And another plane. This plane. They were gonna use Major Kerry as a distraction. But when he got ill they had to get Commander Trapp instead; using his death to force the President to fly on his backup."

"Security's exactly the same."

"But the plane isn't Kate. And I'll bet that Security isn't either until the President's on board. Al-Qaeda has to have planted something on this plane."

"Well it can't be a bomb, otherwise they would have detonated it by now."

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