The next morning after listening to the playback from Sanchez' suite from the night before, Hetty decides to call SecNav Jarvis. "I'm sorry DiNozzo, but I have to involve the SecNav in on this after hearing that Sanchez has ordered a hit on the Director and he has identified her as CIA Operative Harriet Jones. Hetty swallows and picks up her desk phone.
San Diego, California
Naval Base Point Loma
Military Sealift Command Pacific Headquarters
Captain Aaron Ebersole's Office
SecNav Jarvis is having a meeting with Sealift Command Pacific Commanding Officer, Captain Ebersole. "It seems like you got everything under control." Jarvis smoothly says.
"Piece of cake." Ebersole smiles.
"I'm not looking forward to that long flight back to Washington." Jarvis grumbles.
"Look on the bright side, the Ice Queen is away for another week." Ebersole smirks.
"Now, now, Aaron, it's because she's a bitch that the job gets done." Jarvis laughs and gets up from his chair. "But it has been quiet the past week with both Shepard and Granger out of my hair."
"I don't like Granger any better to sneaky for my liking."
Before Jarvis can answer Ebersole, his cellphone begins to ring. "SecNav Jarvis!" He answers.
"SecNav, this is Special Agent Hetty Lange, Operations Manager from OSP Headquarters in Los Angeles."
"Good morning Hetty." Jarvis warmly address' her.
"Sir I need a private MTAC briefing with you as soon as possible." "Nobody can be in the room."
"What's it about?" Jarvis shrugs.
"Operation Lodestone!"
"I'm at MSCPAC Headquarters; I want a private briefing with you in MTAC in five minutes." Jarvis instructs her and hangs up.
Five minutes later, with both MTAC's cleared out Jarvis is looking up at Hetty. "Who told you about Operation Lodestone?" Jarvis chastises her.
"The Gunnery Marine John Perry murder investigation."
"That's a case the Major Case Response Team was investigating before I left for San Diego on Friday."
"I know Enrique Sanchez is linked to Perry's murder."
"El Salvadorian weapons dealer, but what does he have to do with Operation Lodestone?" Jarvis curiously asks.
"He sold weapons to Kosmo Galanos, via Harriet Jones."
"Damn it!" Jarvis sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.
"I got a phone call from Agent DiNozzo on Friday, he did not trust Margie McCoy the Operations Manager that he's been assigned to work under while Director Shepard and Agent Gibbs are away on vacation." "Margie has a past with the Director, not a pleasant one and I have Margie on audio tape stating how she feels about our current Director; it's not nice and extremely unprofessional."
"Why didn't you come to me about this on Friday?" Jarvis chastises her.
"We thought that we could handle it."
"We?"
"MCR Team and OSP Teams working together, with Tazara Zakar, the Director used her on a joint op several months ago." Hetty reminds him.
"I know, I know!" Jarvis impatiently groans. "So you waited until today to call me." Jarvis snaps.
"Enrique Sanchez has put two and two together on Director Shepard and Harriet Jones; he tried putting a hit out on her last month while she was in Panama City."
"I want a full briefing on what's going on as of now on all aspects of what DiNozzo and Callen's teams are doing."
"It may take a while sir."
"It seems that I now have the time."
While Hetty is briefing Jarvis in on what's going on down in Tijuana, McCoy is back at NCIS Headquarters in Quantico unsuccessfully trying to tie in Sanchez' business dealings with other known arms dealers. "This is impossible!" McCoy hisses from behind her desk.
Abby walks in. "You wanted to see me ma'am." Abby frowns.
"Don't you knock?" McCoy snippily berates her. Abby walks back over to the door and knocks. "Come in Miss Sciuto."
Abby walks in and folds her arms at her. "As I said, you wanted to see me."
"Yes, I wanted to know if you had any luck on finding out any information on Enrique Sanchez' business dealers with other known arms dealers."
"No ma'am and McGee wasn't having much luck either before he flew out to Mexico."
"I thought the two of you were masters at finding information where others couldn't."
"Yes we are ma'am." "I'll see if maybe McGee missed something."
"Do that!" McCoy orders her.
"On it!" Abby sighs and slowly walks out of the office. "Five more days, five more days." Abby mumbles over and over again.
Tijuana, Mexico
Tijuana Golf Resort & Spa
Tony and McGee's Room
Tony with his cellphone pressed up against his ear with SecNav Jarvis, paces in front of the bed with McGee watching him. "What did you want me to do sir?" Tony sighs in frustration.
"You have a finger Agent DiNozzo." Jarvis scolds him.
"I thought I could handle this on my own."
"You handled it alright, you've now involved other people that should not have been involved with Operation Lodestone, now I have to call the CIA and FBI Director's and brief them on this." "The Director of NCIS is wandering Nantucket with out her personal protection detail and there was a threat put out on her life by a wanted arms dealer."
"You're calling Jenny."
"I'm afraid I have little choice Agent DiNozzo."
"But she's on her honeymoon sir."
"A threat was put out on her life."
"Sanchez doesn't know where she's at." "McGee and Eric are listening in on his every word."
"While he's in his room, we don't know what he's talking about once Sanchez leaves his room."
"Ok now the Director is going to be pissed off at me for ruining her honeymoon, where do we go from here." Tony sighs at the prospects of having to deal with the wrath of Madame Director.
"Continue your surveillance on Sanchez; your end is still in play."
"Is there any way that you could keep the Director out of this?" Tony curiously asks.
"I'm afraid not." Jarvis swallows and hangs up.
Tony pushes in the end button on his cellphone and flops backwards on the bed. "Fuck!"
"That bad!" McGee nods.
"Yep, Evil Uncle Clayton is calling mommy up." Tony grumbles.
Nantucket, Massachusetts
Jetties Beach
1400 Hours EDT
After spending most of the morning swimming and boogie boarding out in the ocean, Gibbs and Jenny are lying on a beach blanket soaking up the sun. "This is all I want to do here all week." Gibbs sighs in contentment.
"Besides sex!" Jenny giggles.
"I could have done that in the middle of the night, but somebody wanted to read her book." Gibbs snorts.
Before Jenny can answer him, she notices a police officer walking over to her and Gibbs. "Are you Director Shepard?" Officer Nick Hutton nods down at her.
"Not until 0600 Hours next Monday morning." Gibbs growls.
"Yes I am?" "Is there a problem?" Jenny asks in confusion.
"SecNav Clayton Jarvis has instructed me to locate you and bring you back to your husband's boat, until your personal protection detail joins you sometime this evening."
"Terrorist attack?" Gibbs asks and gets up on to his feet.
"I didn't ask, just following my superiors orders." Hutton answers.
Twenty minutes later on board 'The Shepard', Jenny is getting briefed by SecNav Jarvis. "He what?"
"Involved the OSP Team on the parameters of Operation Lodestone." Jarvis answers from Hetty's desk at OSP Headquarters.
"First of all I'm all the way up in Nantucket; I don't have a fucking clue as to what's going on Clayton, so give me some answers." Jenny screams.
Half an hour later, Jenny is pacing back and forth in front of the dinette table angrily screaming at her husband. "Stupid!"
"I thought you said that Lesley Bradshaw was the Operations Manager at Quantico." Gibbs asks.
"She was until Granger suggested to Jarvis that he promote Bradshaw to run anti-terrorism operations in Naples, Italy without consulting me about it."
"So that Granger could put that shrew McCoy in place at Quantico so that she could be a thorn on DiNozzo's back while we were away."
"Flat chested hairy bitch." "I can't stand that woman, Ziva, Tazara, and I made her life miserable while we were in Cairo."
"Well remember she worked in London for a short while also and tried everything to get into my pants." Gibbs growls.
"If she did you would go limp for over a week." Jenny laughs and grabs her i-Phone.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Jenny mutters in annoyance and presses the speed dial button for Tony's cellphone.
Tijuana, Mexico
Tijuana Golf Resort & Spa
Tony is about to get into the elevator with Callen, when his cellphone begins to ring. Tony picks up his phone and notices Jenny's name on the display. "Great!" Tony grumbles.
Callen glances down at Tony's phone. "Have fun!" Callen laughs and backs away from the elevator door so that Tony has privacy on the phone with Jenny.
"Thanks a lot!" Tony sighs and steps into the elevator. "Hi mom, how's Nantucket?" Tony innocently answers.
"It was fine, until I had a bunch of cop's escort me back to the boat." "You've screwed up big time DiNozzo." "If you didn't want to bring McCoy in on that you should have called Jarvis up."
"I thought I could handle it on my own."
"Operation Lodestone is a classified op that the CIA and FBI have ordered us to not discuss to anybody about, and that includes the OSP Team." "I'm expecting a phone call from Director Petraeus any minute now and not to mention the FBI Director."
"So you're on lock down?" Tony asks.
"Yes, Nantucket PD is watching over me until Melvin and several other agents fly in." "I'll be flying out to Los Angeles tonight."
"Jenny you can't end your honeymoon, Hetty can handle things from there."
"I can't have a honeymoon Tony if I can't go anywhere without my protection detail." "Besides, if I go back to Quantico I'll have to deal with McCoy and I'm in no mood to deal with her." Jenny mutters.
"So is Gibbs joining you?"
"Not tonight, he's sailing 'The Shepard' to the mainland and then rent a truck and boat trailer and drive back to DC." "He'll catch the next available flight out to Tijuana and he'll join you."
"He's taking over as lead." Tony frowns.
"OSP has the lead, Hetty won the coin flip with McCoy, you and Gibbs will be taking orders from G Callen from here on out."
"So I should be expecting Gibbs-"
"Sometime on Wednesday night the earliest." Jenny interrupts him. "I'll be taking a redeye from Providence."
"So I should be expecting to see you in MTAC sometime tomorrow morning." Tony grimaces.
"Yes, a very pissy mommy." Jenny chastises Tony.
Up in the hotel room, McGee is monitoring Sanchez's suite. "All's quiet, other than Sanchez's snoring." McGee grumbles.
"He sounds like a sea loin." Eric laughs.
"Glad somebody is listening to this besides me." McGee whines.
"Nothing else to do at OSP Headquarters."
"Then why do I have to monitor everything Sanchez, Sam, Ziva, and Kensi are doing, when we got you back in LA?"
"I follow orders." Eric shrugs.
"Hetty's?"
"SecNav Jarvis' until tomorrow morning."
"Why until tomorrow morning?" McGee curiously asks.
Tony who had walked into the room without McGee noticing him flops face forward on to his bed. "Because mommy is taking a redeye out to LA." Tony groans and pulls his pillow over his head.
"How pissed off was she?" McGee cringes.
"Extremely, and making matters worse, Gibbs will be joining us sometime Wednesday night."
"What about their honeymoon, we can handle things here?"
"Can't have much of a honeymoon, when Melvin and several of NCIS' finest will be monitoring your every move." "I guess they'll finish it later on."
"Gibbs was looking forward to their honeymoon for months." McGee frowns.
"I know!" "Maybe if I would have called Jarvis from the beginning they would be on their honeymoon now."
"No, keep in mind Sanchez did threaten to put a hit out on the Director."
"Why can't they ever get a break?" Tony answers.
Providence, Rhode Island
Providence/TF Green International Airport
2100 Hours
Jenny, getting an earlier flight out to the west coast is on her i-Phone with Hetty back at OSP Headquarters. "No I'll deal with Flatupus when I get back to Washington." Jenny sighs as she steps from the boarding gate on to her airplane, she hands the flight attendant her seating information.
"She has a new nickname.' Hetty snickers.
"Something better than Flatupus." Jenny laughs.
"Sasquatch!"
Jenny bursts out laughing. "That had to come from Abby." Jenny laughs.
"This way ma'am." The attendant nods at her and escorts Jenny over to her seat. "You'll need to be off of your cellphone prior to take off."
"I know!" Jenny softly answers and takes a seat next to the window. Melvin and several agents sit in an aisle seat next to her. "I hate this Hetty, reminds me of the last time I was in LA."
"The difference is Sanchez doesn't know you'll be here and Granger won't be here to look over your shoulder."
"After the ass chewing I gave him a few months ago, Granger will never ever look over my shoulder again." Jenny smirks.
Down in Tijuana, Tazara is sitting at the bar next the pool in a white string bikini. "The most beautiful woman in the room." Sanchez says to her as he slowly walks over to her.
Tazara noting Ziva and Kensi sitting at the pool with their legs dangling into the water. "What about those two?" Tazara nods, gesturing towards Ziva and Kensi.
"They do not compare to you." Sanchez drools.
Tazara reaches for Sanchez' hand. "Vasara Zontini!" She seductively purrs.
Sanchez brings Tazara's hand to his mouth and kisses it. "Enrique Sanchez!"
Over at the pool Ziva and Kensi are listening in via their earwigs. "Better Tazara than us." Ziva giggles.
Tazara who also has an earwig on has over heard Ziva's comments. "Mental note to get even with Ziva later on." Tazara grumbles.
"Are you free for dinner tonight?"
"Away from your posse." Tazara asks and glances towards Sanchez's ever present entourage.
"They're here to protect me."
"And to get a free vacation from what I can see, lose your men and I'll consider having dinner with you."
"This will be dinner and business." Sanchez smiles.
"What kind of business?" Tazara curiously asks.
"Let's say I can pay what your large associate would not pay last night."
"I'm interested, since I flew all the way from Morocco for no reason." Tazara snippily answers.
"Nine o'clock tonight?" Sanchez drools.
"I'll be there provided you're alone." "Bad enough I had to sit with those two last night." Tazara icily snaps.
"You don't like them." Sanchez laughs.
"Let's say I don't like loose women who flaunt themselves at men to get by." Tazara says in disgust.
Upstairs, McGee, Tony, and Deeks are listening in. "She got even with you Ziva." Tony laughs.
"The night isn't over my little hairy butt." Ziva purrs.
"How does she-"
"Never mind!" Tony interrupts Deeks.
Back at the bar, Sanchez hands Tazara his cellphone and e-mail address. "I see an excellent business future between us." Sanchez smiles.
"So do I." Tazara winks.
"Hopefully it puts you behind bars where you belong." Tony answers with a hint of determination in his voice.
Meanwhile at OSP Headquarters, Jarvis and Hetty are standing alone in MTAC listening and watching Gibbs and Callen's teams in action. "I have strict orders from Director Petraeus that Sanchez and his men are to be eliminated." Jarvis informs Hetty.
"Does Director Shepard know about this?" Hetty asks.
"Yes, there was a three way briefing between Shepard, Petraeus, and myself."
"You know there may be other arms dealers who might identify the Director as CIA Operative Harriet Jones." Hetty muses.
"Sanchez is the only one who's alive from her father's business dealings, the rest have been arrested or killed by other government agencies or arms dealers."
"So have you come with a plan to eliminate Sanchez yet?" Hetty curiously asks.
"That's between Shepard and Petraeus." "In the meantime I want both Gibbs and Callen's teams to continue their surveillance on Sanchez." Jarvis orders her.
Back at the hotel, Sanchez is up in his suite talking with Lorenzo and Ernesto. "I want the two of you sitting at a corner table observing us." Sanchez instructs him.
"I spoke with several contacts over in Europe and the Middle East, no one has ever heard of Vasara Zontini." Lorenzo smoothly says.
"It may be a CIA ploy, they never give up." Sanchez snorts.
"What if she is a Federale?" Ernesto shrugs.
"We'll do to her like we did to that Chilean undercover police officer." Sanchez laughs.
"We sent his body back to his family one piece at a time." Lorenzo laughs.
In Tony's hotel room, Tony, McGee, and Callen are listening in. "So where do we go from here?" McGee curiously asks.
"Continue as we're ordered to do, and hopefully the Director will come up with a solution by tomorrow morning." Tony swallows.