Callie was led into the Interrogation Room in handcuffs. As Fornell undid the shackles, he could almost feel sorry for the agent. Gibbs had told him what was about to happen. Once he released her, Toby leaned back against the wall, waiting for the show to begin.

He didn't have to wait long as the door to Interrogation opened quickly to admit the Director of NCIS, Leon Vance. Callie's face paled as she realized who her inquisitor was to be.

"Take a seat, Agent Harris. You've got some explaining to do." Vance's tone was businesslike as he indicated the chair across from the glass.

Callie blew out a deep breath and sunk into the indicated seat. This was going to be a nightmare.

In Observation, Gibbs had watched Callie be brought in. He'd seen the fatigue in her movements as Fornell uncuffed her and waited for the interrogation to begin. When Vance entered the room, Jethro could almost feel the blow Harris had been mentally dealt. And, while he might like to save her from this, Gibbs knew she had brought all these actions upon herself. This was no less than she deserved.

Behind him, Gibbs heard the door open and close as Tony joined him. DiNozzo tried to remain stoic, knowing that he couldn't help Callie this time. But, it didn't stop him from hurting for her any less. An old saying popped into his head. She had made her bed. It was now time to lie in it.

Gibbs and DiNozzo both turned as the door to Observation opened again. This time, admitting Special Agent Lydia Herrera. "Tony? Oh, and Agent Gibbs, I'm sorry. Abby told me to come up here."

"That's right," Tony smiled, bringing Herrera closer to the glass. "I've never had a chance to thank you for all your help."

Gibbs chimed in, "That's right, Agent Herrera. Your assistance at the Barstow house and then that day at the courthouse was invaluable. I wanted to thank you personally."

Lydia smiled, "Just doing my job, sir." Finally looking through the two-way glass, she was surprised to see an interrogation in process. "Is that Agent Harris?"

"I was unaware you knew her," Gibbs responded.

"I only saw her that day at Barstow's when she was being loaded in the ambulance. Other than that, I don't know her," Herrera explained. "Why is she in there?"

"Care to listen?" Tony asked.

On the other side of the glass, the questions were flying.

"So, where have you been the last three days, Agent Harris?" Vance began.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Callie responded, "I was in a hotel."

"We found no record of that."

"I paid cash," Harris explained, "but I have a receipt."

"Anyone verify your story?" Vance continued.

Callie shook her head, "No, sir. I wasn't really there for social reasons. I was trying to get myself together, physically and mentally, after the encounter with Barstow and Lucas."

"Why not seek professional help?"

"I…" Callie began, "I didn't want to expose myself like that."

Changing tactics, Vance asked, "Where's your service weapon?"

Callie was surprised by the question, "My service weapon?"

"Yes, Agent Harris, your weapon." Vance explained as if to a small child.

"I haven't seen it since Agent McGee and I went to Barstow's home."

"And your identification badge?" Vance added.

Again, Callie was confused, "My ID?"

Vance's tone hardened as he responded, "Yes, Special Agent Harris, your NCIS identification?"

Looking uncomfortable, Callie searched for an answer, "Again, sir, the last time I remember it was the day I entered Barstow's home."

"You didn't have it at the hospital?"

"No, sir. I was taken from that hellhole Barstow called a home with only the clothes on my back. And there wasn't much left of those." Callie voice held a note of bitterness.

Gibbs, DiNozzo and Herrera watched the director riddle Harris with more questions.

Lydia responded, "This must be difficult for the two of you, having worked with her for so long."

Gibbs shifted uncomfortably as he replied, "It is but if she killed those men, then Callie deserves to be punished."

"No one, not even an agent like Harris, is above the law," Tony added.

The Director took Callie on a different line of questioning, "Why were you at the courthouse that day?"

Callie looked down, composing herself before answering, "I was told there was a warrant out for me. I was going to turn myself in to Agent Gibbs and Agent DiNozzo."

"What happened when you reached the courthouse?"

Callie looked off, the scene replaying in her mind as she answered, "I was walking up to the front when I heard gunshots. Training kicked in and I went to investigate."

"Were you armed?" Leon wanted to know.

Callie smirked, "No, but I didn't think about that. I just moved in to do what I know how to do. Apprehend a criminal."

Vance continued, "What happened next?"

"As I approached the area where I believed the shooter to be, I was confronted by a gunman."

"And?"

"And I was shot."

"And you saw the person who shot you?" Vance clarified.

Callie nodded, "I did."

"And you can identify them?" He pursued.

Again, Callie nodded. In front of her, Vance laid out five pictures. "Tell me who it was." He instructed.

For the first time, Gibbs and DiNozzo saw Herrera flinch. She turned to Tony and asked, "There are leads on who shot her?"

Tony shrugged, "Possibly. Because Callie's involved, Agent Gibbs and I aren't privy to that information."

"So, you don't know what evidence there was, either?" Herrera pressed.

Gibbs pinned her with an icy-blue stare, "No, Agent Herrera, we don't. That's why we're in here."

Again on the other side of the glass, Vance waited for Callie to make an identification. Harris recognized the face instantly. She put her finger on one of the pictures and slid it back across to the Director.

He looked at it and smiled, smugly, "You're sure?"

"Positive," Callie replied.

"And you could pick this person from a line up?" He continued to press.

Callie nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Fine. Prove it," Vance said.

Suddenly, the lights in the Observation room were thrown on and Callie could see Tony, Jethro and another person, a female, on the other side.

Harris stood making direct eye contact with the woman. Pointing at her, Callie identified Lydia Herrera. Then, as realization dawn, she looked at Vance and said, "She's an agent? Another agent shot me? Framed me? Why?"

Vance turned back to look at the glass. "That's a good question, Agent Harris."

Lydia Herrera blanched as Callie Harris made the positive identification. She felt Agent DiNozzo grab her arm as he said, "You're under arrest for the assault of a Federal Officer, Lydia."

"You'll arrest me for that but you won't discipline someone for refusing to do their job?" Herrera's voice rose in anger as she continued, "Her statement would have gone a long way towards committing Lucas to a life in hell but, oh no, precious Agent Harris wouldn't come forth."

She wrenched away from Tony and turned her back on the glass, confronting both men. "I've seen Lucas get away with murder once before. I wasn't about to let him skate a second time. And all because she," she gestured behind her to where Callie still stood, "was too scared or distraught to do the right thing."

Lydia's voice dripped with contempt, "My sister's jaw was broken and she still managed to give a statement. She still identified her attacker. It was the police, again, who refused to act."

Fornell had remained silent throughout the questioning. Now, he watched as Agent Harris came face to face with the consequences of her actions. Having it so clearly spelled out in such anguished tones drove home the severity of Callie's behavior. She silently melted back into the chair, eyes downcast, paler than even before, as Herrera continued to condemn both of them.

Gibbs asked quietly, "So you took it upon yourself to be judge, jury and executioner?"

"Yes, Agent Gibbs, I did what I had to do. I made sure that Lucas wouldn't get away again because of a technicality. As you say, I decided to be judge, jury and, most definitely, executioner. No one else was going to do it and my sister deserved to finally rest in peace."

Herrera was physically and emotionally spent. When Tony reached out to take her into custody, there was no fight left. DiNozzo recited, "Special Agent Lydia Herrera, you're under arrest for the murder of Cary Barstow and Peter Lucas." He placed her in handcuffs and removed her from the room.

Callie still had not looked up. She couldn't bring herself to meet the eyes of her accuser nor the men who had so staunchly believed and defended her in spite of her immaturity.

Gibbs and Vance shared one last look. Gibbs nodded curtly, knowing that while the drama was over, Harris still had to face the firing squad.

Fornell finally spoke, "Well, Director, I think my job here is done." And pushing himself from the wall, he extended his hand to Leon Vance.

Vance stood, as did Callie, and returned the handshake, "We owe you, Fornell, on many levels. Thank you for handling this personally."

Callie added, "Yes, Agent Fornell, thank you." And she, too, extended her hand.

Fornell took it and looked into Callie's green eyes, "It's been a long time, Agent Harris. Let's make it another long time, shall we?"

She smiled ruefully and nodded as he left Interrogation. Behind her, Vance cleared his throat. "We're not done yet, Agent Harris."

Callie drew another deep breath, squared her shoulders and turned to face the Director.

"Your behavior has been inexcusable. And your actions have cast aspersions on this agency and its agents. That is both unacceptable and intolerable."

Callie nodded her head as he continued, "You're suspended indefinitely, without pay, Agent Harris, pending both a psychiatric evaluation and an internal review. Don't return to NCIS until I notify you. Security will be up shortly to escort you off the premises. Don't leave this room until then. Understood?"

"Understood, sir." Callie replied. The Director gave her a curt nod and left the room. Callie finally faced the truth. Her actions or inaction had eventually caught up with her and might have cost the career that she truly loved. Only time would tell.