"Wow, she's pretty flexible," McGee exclaims when he sees Kate Stretching in the naval gym.

"Just don't let her catch you looking at her, Probie," Tony explains to him but she has already seen him.

"I think she saw me. She gave me that look."

"What look?"

"The look she's always giving you."

"Your dead know McGee. It was sorta nice knowing you," I explain to him making him jump because he didn't know I was standing behind him.

"Yep. She saw you. Hope you wore a cup," Tony agrees with me while giving McGee some helpful advice.

"Okay, welcome to my version of close combat training. McGee?" Gibbs says while walking into the gym.

"Yeah?" McGee asks him in fear.

"You start with Kate. Go on!" Gibbs orders him and when it was just Tony and me, Gibbs just turn to Tony and adds, "All right, you and me in the ring today."

"Are you sure about that? I've been taking classes," Tony informs Gibbs making him smile.

"In what?"

"Boxing."

"What do you want me to?" I question Gibbs.

"Watch and learn," Gibbs answers me.

"Whoo, whoo! Come on buddy," Tony exclaims from his spot in the boxing ring with Gibbs. He is dodging and weaving even though Gibbs hasn't thrown a punch yet.

"Not bad, DiNozzo," Gibbs complements Tony.

"Thanks. You learn how to box in the Marines?"

"Nope. Corps doesn't teach boxing."

"That's your loss," Tony exclaims while throwing a punch at Gibbs but Gibbs just grab his arm and throw him into the ground and pin him down with a smile on his face.

"They teach fighting," Gibbs informs Tony as his phone rings.

"Your phone," Tony gasps out to Gibbs because Gibbs is holding his throat and the wind has been knocked at him.

"Gibbs," Gibbs answers his phone while letting Gibbs go.

"Are you going to take that abuse, McGee?" Tony calls over to McGee while Kate pins him to the ground again.

"No!" McGee answers him before flipping Kate over onto the floor.

"That's more like it, McGee. Why were you holding back?" Kate questions McGee.

"Well, you're a… I mean, I've never wrestled a…"

"A girl? Tony, I look like a girl to you?"

"All I see are two NCIS special agents," Tony wisely answers her.

"Well, if I can have a say, all I see are two little, five year old girls," I explain to Kate and McGee glare at me.

"Me, too," Kate agrees with Tony before kneeing McGee in the balls.

"Training's over. We're heading to Quantico. Guy tried to outrun a five hundred pound bomb," Gibbs explains to us over McGee's groans and moans of pain.

"And?"

"He tried to outrun a bomb. Who the hell can do that? I can't outrun a bomb, can you?" I snap at her in confusion about her question.

"He lost," Gibbs agrees with me about the only possible outcome for that race.

"Hey, she had three older brothers growing up. I think there's some unresolved issues there," Tony informs McGee once he gets over his pain.

"You think?" McGee snaps at him.

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"Break out the gear. I'm going to find out who's in charge of this circus," Gibbs orders us while looking around all the men tramping over our crime scene after Tony brings the car to a screeching stop that would make Gibbs proud.

"You didn't have to stop like that," Kate snaps at Tony as we get out of the once Gibbs has walked away.

"I know that," Tony explains to her before opening the door and placing the blame on McGee like normal, "Sorry about that, Probie. But it's your fault."

"My fault?" McGee questions Tony in confusion like the rest of us.

"Yeah, the brakes grab. It's your job to see the vehicle's in perfect running condition," Tony informs him of another job he is supposed to do, while we grab our gear out of the car. I grab Gibbs and me gear and place my on my back while holding Gibbs in my hand. McGee steps out of the van and slams the door shut in frustration with Tony.

"You should have called. I could have saved you guys a trip," De Luca, one of the idiots that are destroying the crime scene, informs us before spiting next to his shoes.

"Why don't we start with… who the hell are you?" Gibbs questions the idiot.

"Gunnery sergeant De Luca, C-I-D."

"Is this your idea of how to run a crime scene, gunnery sergeant?"

"Nope, it's my idea of how to run an accidental death investigation, special agent."

"Gibbs."

"Well, a civilian decided to trespass in the wrong place at the wrong time. Marines didn't spot im until it was too late."

"What was a civilian doing down here, gunny?" I question him in confusion.

"My guess, he was a scavenger. Lot of metal and scrap iron's been dumped here over the years."

"Enough to risk blowing yourself up over?" Gibbs inquires of him again.

"I didn't say he was smart, agent Gibbs. But hey, you want NCIS to handle the paperwork on this one? Fine," De Luca states before almost spitting on Gibbs shoes.

"Get down here and secure the scene."

"Just make sure your people stay inside the marked areas cleared by E-O-D. I don't need another dead civilian on my hand," De Luca says before almost spiting on Gibbs shoe again and then he walks away from us.

"Attractive," Kate states.

"I want everybody off this range except E-O-D personnel," Gibbs orders us.

"What about Mister Potato Head?" Tony inquires of Gibbs.

"No, he stays. With luck, he'll spit on my boots."

"Look for a reason to whack him in the head, Gibbs?" Kate question Gibbs.

"No. too shoot him."

"Tony, didn't you tell me that you worked a case on a live impact range once?" Kate questions Tony as we begin to walk down the yellow path of the safe area.

"Yeah, that's right. Fort A.P. Hill. Tragic," Tony answers her making McGee get afraid because he is walking in front of us.

"What happened?" McGee questions us.

"E-O-D missed ordnance marking the path. Boom! Agent walking point, a Probie, of course, blew his foot off."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Ha! Of course I'm kidding… Probie," Tony says to McGee right as we get down to the range with McGee in front of us. Tony turns to whisper to Kate while falling further behind McGee before call out to McGee, "We're right behind you, buddy!"

"You're doing great."

"Some of them are buried under the ground," I call out to scare McGee more.

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"Judging by the shrapnel pattern, I'd say our young victim was running when he was hit," Ducky informs us when we all arrive at the impact area.

"How can you tell, Doctor?" Jimmy questions while kissing up to Ducky.

"Ok, I've seen far too many of these types of wounds during my tour in Vietnam."

"How about the bruising on his wrists and face, Duck?" Gibbs questions Ducky while pointing out the bruising.

"It's possible it was caused by blast concussion. We'll know more when we get him back."

"This guy was no scavenger, boss. Salvatore Ferragamo's," Tony exclaims in excitement while staring at the shoes.

"What?" Gibbs and I ask in confusion.

"Italian shoes, expensive. The pair I got cost almost five hundred bucks. Well, not everybody shops at Wal-Mart. I'm not saying you shop at Walmart… or even if that's a bad thing."

"How's it going, Kate?" Gibbs questions Kate while ignoring Tony's rambling.

"Almost finished. I've got McGee doing measurements. What are you doing?" Kate answers before question Gibbs when she sees him walking away.

"Following our victim's prints. They came from over there."

"Well how'd he get down here? We're at least five miles from the nearest civilian road."

"Someone dropped him off," I suggest the only way possible.

"Hey, that area hasn't been cleared yet! Agent Gibbs! Hey, are you trying to get yourself killed?! Are you deaf or nuts?!" De Luca calls over to Gibbs while following him, Gibbs answers him but they have move to far away for us to hear the answer but I am willing to bet it was a sarcastic answer. They have found another victim in the car that they are looking at but this one is burnt to the point that it unrecognisable to anyone.

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"He means well, but often I have an overwhelming urge to slap him. Is that wrong?" Ducky questions the poor victim while Gibbs and I walk into autopsy.

"I do it all the time," Gibbs informs Ducky what we all know about him.

"SO I've noticed. But only on the back of the head."

A slap in the face would be humiliating. Back of the head's a wakeup call. Looks like he got both."

"You were right. His facial injured weren't from the bombs. Our victim received a rather savage beating before his death."

"And our crispy critter?" I questions him.

"He wasn't burned by today's explosions. Tests indicate the chap's been deceased at least six months."

"There are more bodies out there," Gibbs states.

"Yes, I was afraid of that."

"We've stumbled onto a bone yard, Duck."

"Yeah."

"A serial killer's dumping ground," I state.

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"Hey, what is that? A video game?" Tony questions Abby and McGee who is working hard and fast on her computers.

"No, Tony! We're getting hacked!" Abby snapped at him.

"If they get into Abby's computer, the entire NCIS network is next," McGee adds.

"I can't stop him. Do something, McGee!"

"I've… I've never seen code like this," McGee stutters at Abby seconds before all the computers powered down for no apparent reason. "Ah, why to go, Abby!" McGee exclaims to Abby in shock who looks as shocked as him.

"I didn't do anything! I thought you did."

"No."

"I did. What the hell is going on here?" Gibbs exclaims while holding up the plug for the computer.

"We were pulling a fingerprint match from the AFIS database and we set of some kind of cyber-attack."

"They were definitely waiting for us," Abby adds onto McGee's comment.

"Who?" Tony questions them.

"Well, I don't know, Tony. And right now I'm afraid to turn my machine back on."

"And the speed that they were cracking our encryption at. I mean, there's only a few computers in the world with that type of power," McGee explains to us.

"Can you name them? Or are you just quoting what you have been told?" I question him.

"Well, the… the CERN Institute in Geneva, IBN's research facility, rumours of a few in China."

"Oh, good. So t should be easy to find them. Where is my match?" Gibbs snaps at McGee.

"China! Do you want some?" Tony answers Gibbs before offering McGee some of his snack.

"Thanks," McGee says to Tony while eating the snack.

"Whoever this guy is, he's got friends in high places, Gibbs," Abby warns us.

"So do we. It's called Gibbs and I don't want to be in the room when he finds whoever is hindering our investigation," I remind Abby making her smile.

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"Victor Gera. A-K-A Guido Valentino. Career criminal," Kate informs us who the victim was, once we returned to the squad room.

"Guido Valentino?" McGee questions her.

"That's the alias used in L.A."

"Started running numbers in Chicago as a kid. Moved on to jacking cars as a teen. Graduated to drug dealing on the West Coast," Tony continues to report to Gibbs.

"Six months ago he showed up in D.C." Kate adds onto the end.

"Mafia?" Gibbs questions us.

"With names like Vic Gera and Guido Valentino? What else?" McGee answers him.

"Probie! In case you forget. My names Tony DiNozzo. Italian. It doesn't make me Mafia, now does it?" Tony snaps in offence at McGee.

"No, of course not. I'm sorry."

"Prego."

"McGee, what's the connection between a small time hood and a super computer?" I snap at McGee in annoyance.

"Well, I have no idea," McGee attempts to answer me.

"Ooh, wrong answer," Gibbs cuts him off.

"I'll go look for the right one now."

"Why would the mob, or anyone, stash bodies at a marine bombing range?" Kate asks the question we are all thinking.

"Because it's the last place they'd look for him," Gibbs answers her.

"Who'd be nuts enough to go down there looking for bodies?" Tony questions Kate while Gibbs phone begins to ring.

"Besides us?" Kate questions him in return.

"Beside you, you mean?" I correct her.

"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs answers his phone, "You did what? I'm on my way!" Gibbs yells into his phone before slamming it down and turning to us and adding, "That was Gunny Sergeant De Luca. He's not done screwing up my investigation."

"Wow. I thought you were the only one that could piss him off like that," Kate exclaims to Tony in a whisper once Gibbs has stormed away to talk to the idiot.

"You never met his second wife," Tony answers her like that explains everything.

"And I never want to. I want the happy and nice Gibbs back, the one that brings me coffee," I complain to them making them give me looks because they wouldn't call him happy or nice.

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"E.O.D. has cleared about ten percent of the range so far. In this small area and in a relatively short span of time, we found three bodies. Do the math and we could be looking at potentially thirty or more victims concealed down there," Kate reports to Gibbs once him and fuck face, De Luca, returns to the squad room that night.

"Gunny, I want you to coordinate with the Provost Martial. I want a cordon around that range twenty four hours a day," Gibbs orders De Luca.

"Agent Gibbs, that's a lot of man power. Do you really think," De Luca complains to Gibbs.

"Then you better get moving," I cut him off in annoyance.

"Right," De Luca states while Gibbs walks away from us, "{Is there some secret to getting on his good side?"

"Oh, there's no secret," Tony explains to him without telling him what it is.

"He doesn't have one," Kate adds onto Tony's sentence.

"Ah, excuse me, boss," McGee calls over to Gibbs while speed walking into squad room.

"What?" Gibbs snaps at him.

"We completed the back-trace on the intruder's system."

"Yeah, who?" I question McGee.

"Yeah, an uh… well, the thing is," McGee stutters out while the elevator dings as the door opens, "That."

"It's me. Why is NCIS interested in Vic Gera, Gibbs?" Fornell cuts McGee off.

"When are you leaving?" I question Fornell before Gibbs can answer him.

"Who says we were interested in him?" Gibbs questions him while stepping closer to Fornell.

"You ran his prints through AFIS. Where did you get them?" Fornell demands of him.

"He gave them to us. Can you leave now?" I inform him while trying to get him to leave still. That seems to be the only thing I do when I see his ugly face.

"You have him in custody?" Charles, another FBIS agent, demands of us.

"Technically speaking," Gibbs says to him before leading them over to the back elevator.

"Once you see him, are you leaving?" I demand of Fornell as we all step into the elevator and hit the button for autopsy.

"Why do you not like me?" Fornell questions me finally.

"Why would anyone lie you? You have no personality or hair. And you work for the FBI, there goes all the possible reasons to be liked."

"You don't like me because I don't have hair?"

"No, I don't like you because you work for the FBI, but not having hair is another reason why most people don't like you."

"Where's you find him?" Fornell questions us when we get into autopsy after a quiet ride in the elevator after my conversation with Fornell about him leaving.

"On a live fire range at Quantico," Gibbs explains to him.

"He was killed in a practice bomb drop this morning," Kate explains to Fornell.

"Is he Mafia?" Tony suddenly exclaims.

"He's an undercover FBI agent, DiNozzo," Fornell explains to Tony in defence of the dead guy.

"When we saw you print search, we were hoping Vic was alive," Charles informs us.

"I want his killer, Gibbs."

"Is that an officer for a joint investigation?" Gibbs questions Fornell making me pull a face at that thought.

"I can't."

"Thank god. We got off easy this time, Bye-bye," I exclaim while waving at him.

"Kate, Tony, escort our guest out," Gibbs orders them.

"I need to talk to you alone," Fornell exclaims to Gibbs.

"Our usual conference room?" Gibbs questions Fornell while walking to the elevator.

"What's going on? Fornell seems unusually upset," Kate exclaims when the doors closes behind them.

"For an FBI agent," Tony and I correct but agrees with her.

"How would you feel if one of your team was lying on a slab?" Charles questions us.

"Depends," Tony says to him.

"On who it is," I finish for Tony when Charles gives Tony a look.

"Are you always a smart ass?" Charles questions us.

"Just to you boys from the Hoover building," Tony answers him.

"Only for the boys who have to suck Fornell off," I overlap Tony making Charles glare at me.

"Is me," Fornell finishes telling Gibbs something while walking into autopsy only to be arrested by his own people.

"Sorry, Tobias," Charles say.

"He's not and you know all the times I ask you to leave, I never meant like this," I exclaim to Fornell.

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"Het, Tiffany! Enough with the smoking already!" A man by the name of Rickey, who is on the monitor in MTAC, complains to a women the next morning.

"Get off my back, Rickey," Tiffany snaps at Rickey.

"I'm paying you to dance, not get lung cancer!"

"All right, all right!"

"I thought Tiffany was your numero uno," Another man by the name of Balducci says to him.

"Bag, I dumped her," Rickey answers him.

"Rickey, how do you dump something that looks like that?"

"Easy. Badda-bing. Badda-boom. Ciao!"

"I've got to remember that one," Tony exe watching the monitor.

"Why do you always what to remember the bad guys likes? I mean first the drug dealers, now this guys?" I inquire of Tony making him throw me an annoyed look.

"The comedian's Napalitano's son, Little Rickey," Charles introduce us to the men we are watching like creeps.

"Who's the body builder?"

"Sal Balducci. Napalitano's enforcer. And that's the man himself. Jimmy Napalitano. A-K-A Jimmy Naps. He's politically connected and has the finest lawyers money can buy. He's virtually untouchable."

"We got a problem," Jimmy says on the monitor.

"What kind of problem, pops?" Rickey inquires of Jimmy.

"Not here. Inside."

"You got ears inside?" Tony questions the FBI.

"No. jimmy Naps is high-tech. camera two, get me tight on the thug by the rear entrance. They find our bugs and wire before we finish installing them," Charles explains.

"Or your mole tips them off," Gibbs offers to him.

"There's no mole. Jimmy Naps set Fornell up. They study us like we study them. Rumour has it they have dossiers on all of us. They even know we're watching them right now. Camera one, show me Abe. Hello Abe."

"Abe?" Tony questions him.

"As in Vigoda. That's the FBI call sign for him."

"Oh, yeah. It does sort of look like him," Tony says before adding with an accent, "'Tom. Can you get me off… for old times' sake?'"

"'Sorry, Solly. No can do,'" Charles answers Tony with his own fake accent.

"How old are you two? One?" I question them.

"You two through?" Gibbs overlaps me.

"Sorry, the point is, Agent Gibbs, it's impossible to get near them," Charles defend himself.

"Agent Gera did."

"And he's dead."

"Gibbs are you going to talk to Fornell now?" I questions Gibbs once we have left MTAC and he has walked over to the front elevator.

"Yeah, why?" Gibbs answers me.

"Can I come?"

"I thought you didn't like him."

"I don't like working with him, he always takes all the created but he doesn't seem to be a bad person."

"Sure, come on."

"Thank you Gibbs."

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"Not much of a view," Gibbs comments when we arrive at the holding cell that is holding Fornell.

"Kind of reminds me of your basement," Fornell inform him.

"It kind of does," I agrees with Fornell but then I pull a face at the fact that I agreed with him.

"It's not dark enough," Gibbs corrects us.

"Did you see the Bureau's case against me?" Fornell questions us.

"You know that your people won't share files with us."

"What's this supposed to be?" Fornell chokes out the demand of Gibbs after taking a sip of the coffee Gibbs just handed him.

"Coffee."

"I'll take your word for it. They found two kilos of coke and fifty grand in the counterfeit bills in my freeze."

"If you have that much money, why the hell do you dress like a homeless, sex offender? Is the FBI really that stupid?" I cut Fornell of to inquire of that question.

"I thought the coke in ice cream quarts was a nice touch," Fornell continues while ignoring me.

"It's an expensive one. Jimmy Naps has gone to a lot of trouble to frame you, Tobias," Gibbs comments.

"I know. He knew I was vulnerable."

"Vulnerable how?" I demand of him.

"Ari."

"What the fuck does the corps walking have to do with you?"

"You're laying this on me, huh?" Gibbs questions Fornell while placing his hand on my shoulder to try and calm me down over the Ari situation.

"I arranged your meeting with him, Jethro. He's our only agent inside Al Qaeda. And what did you do? You shot him!" Fornell exclaimed.

"I could have killed him."

"You should have killed him, Kate failed, you failed. Why has no-one killed him, Gerald can't work, and that fuck face can walk around, free," I exclaim in anger making Gibbs gently pulled me back so that my back in against his chest. He wraps his arms around my chest and holds me in place so that I can't do anything stupid in my anger about this saturation.

"Putting a round in his shoulder helped sell his cover to Al Qaeda."

"Did you at least shot out his shoulder the same why he did to Gerald? Blow at his ball and socket joint," I question Gibbs but he just whisper to me that it was just a shoulder wound making me pout in disappointment.

"Why don't you explain that to the director? He didn't buy it when I did," Fornell inquires of Gibbs while stopping our conversation over Ari.

"Okay, if you think it'll do any good," Gibbs offers to Fornell with a laugh at that very thought.

"I'm not getting out of this, am i?"

"Not alive," I offer to him.

"You'll get out of it. It just may not be the way you'd like," Gibbs offer to him over the top of me making Fornell glare at us both.

"You suck at building confidence," Fornell informs us.

"Yeah, yeah you will get out of this and go back to have males suck you off in a jiff," I inform him sarcastically.

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"Duck! What have you got for me?" Gibbs questions Ducky as we walk into autopsy.

"Ah! I've identified our second victim from the dental charts supplied by the FBI. His name's Frank Pilato," Ducky informs us.

"Frankie P. He was to testify against Napalitano five years ago. He disappeared walking his dog on a Sunday afternoon," Charles informs us.

"Ah, those Sunday afternoon walks can be dangers which is why I don't do them," I exclaim.

"You don't walk, end of story," Kate reminds me like I don't already know that before turning to Ducky and adding, "Ducky, I thought you said the test indicated he was dead five or six months ago."

"I did. Anyone care to guess how he dies?" Ducky questions us.

"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say something to do with flames," Tony states his guess.

"And you'd be wrong, Tony his throat was slit."

"Bled to death?" Kate guess next.

"Actually, no, Kate."

"Working with the FBI?" I offer making Gibbs smile at my guess while Charles glares at me.

"Not directly, but indirectly I will give you."

"Lead poisoning," Gibbs guess to the surprise to all of us.

"Three nine millimetre slugs to be exact. Administered at close range," Ducky informs us while holding out the bullets.

"He was kidnapped in ninety nine. Wasn't shot until a few months ago?"

"What was he doing for all that time? Having a last supper? Reading the paper? Abducted by aliens and getting probed?" I question Ducky making everyone laugh at my options I have for the missing years.

"He was most likely executed years ago. His body has only recently been exposed to the elements. Excuse me. His blood was drained after death and his body frozen," Ducky answers him while informing us the tragic ending to the victim.

"Jimmy Nap's version of the ice man. They stashed the body in a cooler somewhere and then dumped it years later when everyone stopped looking," Charles suddenly informs us.

"Yeah but why would they move the body when it has gone years without being found where it was? That doesn't make sense to me. I mean they could have left it there indefinitely but they took the risk of moving it and getting court with a dead body or it being traced back to them," I exclaim making everyone think about it.

"Yeesh, shot, throat slit, frozen, then burned? Jimmy Naps definitely didn't like this dude," Tony exclaims.

"The mafia does tend to have a flare for the dramatic, Tony," Ducky reminds her.

"Anything on the finger parts Gunny De Luca picked up on the range?" Gibbs questions him.

"And don't comment on the fact that he moved them without photos or you," I add to Ducky making him smile.

"I'm good, Jethro, but not that good. I sent them up to Abby," Ducky informs us.

"Kate, Tony," Gibbs orders them.

"On it, boss," Tony exclaims while leaving.

"Agent Charles, can you get me the Bureau file on Fornell?"

"I haven't even seen it. If I get caught, I'm finished as a Federal agent," Charles exclaim.

"Don't get caught," I inform him a solution for that problem.

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"Kate-Kate-Kate, when I let Gibbs win, we all win. And if I beat the crap out of him, who do you think he's going to take it out on? Oh, that's right, all of us!" Tony exclaims as Gibbs and I walk into the lab without him noticing.

"So you took a dive for the team?" McGee questions him.

"Of course, McGee."

"It's good to know," Kate states.

"It sure is. Turn around," Gibbs states from his spot right behind Tony.

"I'm waiting for you to slap the back of my head, boss," Tony explains to Gibbs without turning.

"I'm not going to slap your head."

"You're not?"

"What, you don't think I have a sense of humour? Abs, I want a DNA on the unknown blood."

"I already started it," Abby informs Gibbs while he walks around Tony over to her.

"Okay, what about the finger bone? Any idea how long it was on the range?" I question Abby while walking over to her.

"Well, ordinarily you can't date bones unless it's been in the ground long enough to soak up fluorine which is like hundreds of years. But sometimes being in a place where things get blown up all the time is a good thing. I swabbed the finger for explosive and I found trace of one. Mercury fulminate…"

"Wasn't that completely phased out of the military by like nineteen eighty six?" I cut her off while question her in surprise.

"Correct with your random knowledge."

"Well, that means the mafia must have been dumping bodies down there for," Kate exclaims while trying to calculate the number of years in her head.

"At least eighteen years," McGee cuts her of while giving us the minimal number of years.

"Thank you, McGee," Kate exclaims at McGee in anger.

"Good job, Abs. McGee, find a way to get Little Rickey's DNA," Gibbs orders McGee.

"Okay," McGee say to Gibbs while looking confused at the order. Gibbs suddenly reaches over and hit Tony on the back of the head.

"It's no fun if you know it's coming."

"Ow," Tony exclaims while hitting McGee in the back of the head after Gibbs walks away.

"What was that for?" McGee exclaims in anger and pain.

"Ah-ha! That's for eating my sandwich."

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"I know how to get little Rickey's DNA," McGee exclaims while walking into the squad room where we are all working at the computers.

"Are you going to sleep with him?" Tony questions McGee.

"Because if you are, Tony and Kate can give you tips on what to do and who to enjoy it," I add making both of them throw me a glare.

"He was hit with two paternity suits in the last five years. Beat them both with a DNA test," McGee continues while ignoring us.

"Ha, nice try, probie. But those tests are sealed court records," Tony laughs at McGee attempt at getting at DNA.

"Those court records are sealed, McGee," Kate agrees with Tony, just a tiny bit nice because she fails to laugh at him.

"Hey, that's what I just said. First!"

"But not the records from the lab that he used. It's downtown," McGee exclaims without caring what they just said.

"You'll never get a judge to sign off on that warrant."

"Maybe we don't need one. That is, if you're ready to become a father," I explain to Tony slowly like he is an idiot, well more of an idiot than normal.

"I think she's talking to you, probie."

"We go down to the lab and see if I'm carrying your baby. It'll be fun," Kate exclaims once she court onto what I am implying.

"Oh! And we can steal little Rickey's DNA test," McGee realise.

"Photograph it for Abby," I correct him.

"I'll do it," Tony suddenly exclaims.

"Why you?" McGee ask Tony in offence.

"Do you think anyone would believe you actually slept with Kate?"

"I would, I mean if she paid him," I exclaim as Gibbs walks up to us and Kate hits me on the stomach for that comment.

"Hey, I figured out how to get little Rickey's DNA records."

"Oh, you mean I figured out," McGee attempts to correct Tony.

"Hey, there's no 'I' in team, McGee."

"How?" Gibbs cuts them off.

"A paternity clinic downtown. Kate and I can have them in an hour."{

"Go get 'em. Atta boy."

"Thank you, sir."

"McGee," Gibbs finishes after raising Tony's hope.

"I got the file on Fornell," Charles informs us while walking over to us.

"Good."

"Not good."

"Fornell knew Jimmy Naps was under surveillance. He can explain this," I explain while looking at the photo of Fornell with Jimmy.

"That photo came from an anonymous source. From the newspaper blow-up you can the date."

"The seventeenth," Gibbs reads over my shoulder.

"Tobias had me pull surveillance on the seventeenth."

"Why?" I demand of him.

"Never said."

"And you never asks."

"But it's the day before Agent Gera disappeared."

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"Okay, we've got Rickey's DNA from the clinic. Let's see if we match it to a sample from the crime scene. We're cued up. Initiating DNA match," Abby explains to us after Tony and Kate steal the DNA and Fornell has killed himself but we are not talking about that at all. "That's it. It's Rickey Napalitano's blood."

"Thanks, Abs," Gibbs says while I watch Tony and Kate who are standing around still in there costumes from the clinic.

"We made a good couple, Kate," Tony exclaims once Gibbs has left the lab.

"For the Jerry Springer show," Kate states.

"Dig your threads," Abby exclaims.

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"Is there a problem, officer?" Sal, who is in the car with Rickey, questions the officer when we stop there car.

"You're talking to the wrong person," The officer says to him before pointing over to Tony who is at the passenger window while the officer is at the driver.

"Bona sera. We've got a warrant for your arrest, little Dicky," Tony informs the punk.

"It's Ricky," Rickey exclaims in anger at Tony getting his name wrong.

"Nope, it's murder, Dickey. Out you get," I correct him.

"Come on," Gibbs adds while getting Jimmy out.

"All right," Jimmy exclaims while they both get out of the car.

"Hands on the hood, big guy. Stand up," Tony orders them while shoving them onto the car.

"Who the hell are you guys anyway? FBI?" Rickey insults us while Gibbs and Kate search the two punks.

"NCIS," Kate corrects him.

"Meat inspectors?"

"Shut up, Rickey, will you? They're Nay cops," Jimmy orders Rickey while turning to talk to his son.

"Turn around," Gibbs orders jimmy while shoving him back onto the car.

"Arrested by navy cops!? Talk about embarrassing. At least you're hot, sweetheart. Both of you," Rickey exclaim while checking out both Kate and me. Kate suddenly tightly cuff Rickey, making him exclaim in pain, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh, take it easy. Take it easy."

"Now that's embarrassing," Tony states in amusement.

"Ow!"

"Go!" Kate orders Rickey while pulling him over to our car.

"All right, don't worry. Don't worry, all right, Rickey? Our lawyer will take care of this," Jimmy calls over to his son while turning around and facing us before turning to Gibbs and asking, "AH, I don't think we've met, agent…"

"Special agent… Gibbs," Gibbs corrects him while moving in front of me so that Jimmy can't see me.

"Special agent Gibbs. So who is it my son was supposed to have whacked?"

"An FBI agent, Victor Gera," I inform him.

"I remember something about that. Something happened to him on a marine base. What was it?"

"Yeah, he got killed by a bomb," Sal adds.

"A bomb! Yeah. Yeah, suppose… God forbid, that my son could be connected to this accident, what would you charge him with, Special agent Gibbs?"

"Manslaughter," Gibbs states.

"Manslaughter? Manslaughter. What's the worse you can get with that, Sally?"

"Four years. Does one," Sal answers him.

"It might do the kid some good. Season him up a bit."

"Jail can be a dangerous place," I state.

"So they tell me. Yeah. You know, you remind me of somebody, Special Agent Gibbs. Somebody… who was that guy who was always talking trash. That fed…"

"Fornell," Sal answer him again.

"Oh, yeah. Fornell. That's it. Yeah, whatever happened to him?"

"I think he hang himself. Real sad."

"Oh, yes. It's terrible. All that ambition and everything. And he ends up doing the twist," Jimmy says while laughing at Fornell's death, but that pisses Gibbs off and he shove him back against the car in anger.

"I get the government agent on your payroll by sunup, dirt bag, or little Rickey does the twist," Gibbs threatens him.

"Say I do this, all right? What do I get?"

"We deliver little Rickey to you, alive. The evidence against him goes missing, and you never see us again," I inform him.

"You'd do all this just to clear Fornell's name?"

"He was my friend," Gibbs states before we walk away.

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"You can't threaten to kill someone in custody, Gibbs," Charles exclaim in anger that night in the squad room.

"It wasn't a threat," Gibbs informs him while looking up at him from his spot behind his desk.

"You'd really do it?"

"Do you even want to clear Fornell's name? Or do you just not give a fuck?" I demand of him.

"Hell, yes. But not by letting Little Rickey off for Vic's murder."

"He'll screw up again," Gibbs states.

"You think Jimmy Naps is going to make a swap and just let you walk way?"

"Let's hope not," I state as Gibbs phones begins to ring.

"Gibbs," Gibbs answers the phone, "Oh, I can't do that. I'm operating on my own hook. Pick another place. I'm trying to show you there are no tricks here, Jimmy Boy. Yeah. Yeah, I know it. I'm not that stupid. One hour. No brothers, no uncles, my father passed years ago. I do have three ex-wives whose names and addresses I will gladly fax on to you," Gibbs offers to him but Jimmy just hangs up so Gibbs holds the phone away from his head and informs us, "Oh. He hung up."

"That sucks, I wanted to talk to him. Couldn't you ask him to kill Ari or marry Kate?" I ask Gibbs while Kate, McGee and Kate all stand up and begin to get their guns out of their draws.

"Whoa. Where do you three think you're going?" Gibbs demands of them while smiling at me.

"With you, boss," They answer him in unison.

"I can bring one back up."

"Well clearly you should take me, boss. Probie doesn't know what he's doing," Tony exclaim.

"Oh, come on, Tony! Of course he doesn't know what he3's doing," Kate exclaims to Tony.

"Will all due respect, I do not think," McGee overlaps Kate.

"Kate, with all due respect, you think you can conduct yourself in the field?" Tony demands.

"Are you kidding, Tony? Why should he bring you? You're a total jackass. I'm the one that came up with the idea," Kate exclaims but after that I can't understand anyone because they are all talking over each other.

"Agent Charles is going," Gibbs explains to them after piecing the air with his whistle to shut them up.

"Me?" Charles questions in surprise.

"Are you kidding, boss? He's kidding, right?" Tony exclaims in anger and disbelief that it's not him.

"I don't think he is, Tony," McGee answers him.

"Gibbs, you need someone," Kate begins but is cut of Tony.

"Someone who can verify the guy that Jimmy Naps turns over is FBI or Justice. Can any of you do that?" Gibbs demands of them.

"He's right. I know the players. I go," Charles says making everyone return their guns to the draws while Gibbs gets his out and gets ready to leave.

"Be careful," I whisper to Gibbs.

"I will," Gibbs informs me while leaving.

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"Whatcha doing there, probie?" Tony questions McGee when we arrived at the squad room the next morning to see McGee already there. The night before Charles got killed because he is the mole and Rickey arrested for his father's lies.

"I'm trying to find what I missed. How did Gibbs know that it was Charles?" McGee question us.

"You mean you didn't know?" Kate questions them.

"How could you not know?" I overlap Kate.

"He didn't know," Tony exclaims.

"What, you knew?" McGee questions us.

"We're seasoned investigators. McGee."

"You have to start thinking outside the box," Kate adds.

"Expect the unexpected."

"Good advice, Tony," Gibbs says while walking up behind us.

"Agent Todd, DiNozzo, McGee, Alice," Fornell says making them stare in surprise when we walk into the bullpen to see Fornell sitting at Gibbs desk.

"Fornell, welcome back to the world of the living. Are you leaving now? The reflection off your head is giving me a tan, I don't want," I question Fornell while Tony, Kate and McGee continue to stare at him in surprise.

"God forbid you get a tan. Yes, I'm leaving know," Fornell answers me while walking over to the elevator and leaving.

"About time."

"What?" Gibbs exclaims when Tony, Kate and McGee stop staring at the elevator and turn to stare at Gibbs in surprise without moving yet.

"How did you know about this," Tony finally finds his voice while turning to me.

"Easy, I used my head and eyes," I explain to him while sitting down on the desk thing behind Gibbs desk. "Who did last night go? Jimmy lose his shit?"

"I nearly made Rickey pisses his pants," Gibbs offers to me while the others finally move to their desks and begin the day.

"What, was it an off day? Only nearly."

"Can't win them all."

"I guess."

"Did Gibbs tell you?" Tony demands of me while trying to work out how I know.

"Nope."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kate questions me.

"I didn't feel like it."

"You didn't feel like tell me that Fornell is still alive."