I'm so sorry for the wait! Real life has just kicked my ass these last few weeks. As always, I own nothing...

"Dean, let her go," Jane said, her voice shaking in anger, but her gun not wavering.

"No chance in Hell! You embarrassed me, stringing me on like that, making me think that you liked me. Now it's my turn to get back at you."

"Gabe, you never had a shot, even if I did like you. You jeopardized two of my investigations, almost got Maura killed, and acted like an all-around douche bag. Male, female, or three-headed alien, douchbaggery is an automatic 'NO'."

"Bitch!" Dean snarled, tightening his arm around Maura's neck. However, before he could do anything else, that arm suddenly dropped limp to his side. "What the fuck?"

In the second it took for Jane to reach out to Maura with one hand to pull her from Dean's grasp, Maura had already twisted around and punched Dean squarely on the jaw, knocking him on to the ground, where Ziva, who had hit a nerve to immobilize Dean's arm, handcuffed him and took his knife.

"Maura, you ok?" Jane asked, checking her neck for any injury, while keeping her as close as possible.

"I'm ok, Jane, promise." Maura said, holding on just as tightly to Jane.

"Yep, just making sure for myself," she said, kissing Maura on the cheek. "That was a pretty cool trick there, Ziva," she said, turning and noticing that agent Dean was now unconscious. "Uh?"

"He tried to get up," said Ziva, with a half-smile. "And he was saying some very rude things that I don't think anyone should hear. He will be fine when he wakes up. Are you ok, Abby?"

"Yup. Well, I could totally go for a Caf-Pow, but I almost have this figured out." Just then, the guys came rushing in the lab, stopping short when the saw Agent Dean sprawled on the floor.

"Why is he unconscious?" asked agent Fornell.

"Resisting arrest," was Jane and Ziva's simultaneous reply.

"And the bruise on his jaw?"

"He had Maura around the neck, so she took the chance to incapacitate him when his grip loosened," explained Jane. "It was a solid punch too." She beamed, proud of her fiancé.

Fornell and DiNozzo picked up Dean, who started stirring. "…the fuck?" Dean asked trying to move his arms.

"We're going to do this again, so there is no chance of you getting off on a technicality," said DiNozzo. "You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and…" The rest of Tony reading Dean his Miranda rights for the second time that faded away as he, Fornell, and Frost accompanied Dean back to the interrogation room.

"You sure you're ok, Doc?" asked Korsak.

"I'm fine, Vince. He didn't hurt me."

"Yeah, but your knuckles are bruising," said Frankie. "That must have been a punch."

"I have video," said Abby. "There's a security camera over the door that focuses on this work area."

"Come on, Maur," said Jane. "I bet Ducky has an ice p…."

"Got ya, you jerk," exclaimed Abby, interrupting Jane.

"Got what, Abbs?" asked Gibbs.

"Dean had to have been working with a partner, so I placed a virus in the footage from the lab, and I used that to back-track to his partner. It's coming up as from inside James River Penitentiary. You don't think it's a guard, do you?"

"Wouldn't be the first time," muttered Jane, just loud enough for Maura to hear, who shook her head.

"Turn on the webcam on that computer, Abby," said McGee.

"Alrighty, give me a sec." She hit a few keys, and a familiar face appeared. "CHIP! That bastard."