AN: So sorry about the long delay! For those that didnt see in my profile I broke my arm nine weeks ago and could not type because of the pain putting pressure on my fingers caused. But alas! I am fully healed now and able to type wtih ease again and so here is the next chapter! I hope to keep moving again, now that I'm not limited in what I can do! Enjoy. drs.

Half an hour had passed and Gibbs couldn't concentrate. They were spinning their wheels in the mud and no closer to finding White or Devin. The ideas were quickly running out and nothing was panning out. She had simply vanished with the six foot black haired blue eyed man in an SUV.

Gibbs could feel the thick tension in the room, almost choking those milling about looking for answers. Willis and Rayford were sitting at the table with him looking through what they had, but frustration was beginning to cloud judgment. Gibbs finally stood, pushing his palms hard against the table top.

"Find Jordan," he said harshly as the last straw broke in his mind. Rayford and Willis both looked up at him with question in their eyes.

"How can Jordan help?" Rayford asked shaking his head. "Man's a fucking administrator with political blinders. He wouldn't know police work…"

"He KNEW what was going on twenty years ago. He knows now," Gibbs barked in a stern command. Rayford paused as Willis started to nod.

"Wex said something the other day about Jordan knowing more than he says. Now Wex is dead. I think Agent Gibbs is right," Willis retorted. "We need to get AC Danforth to bring DC Jordan in."

"I'm on it. My dad can pull that weight," Rayford replied as he scooped up a phone and punched in a number. Gibbs pushed away from the table and began pacing. His mind was a blaze of thoughts and he needed to focus them if he was going to find Devin in time. He walked to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup; downing it in one gulp he refilled it.

When he returned to the table Rayford informed him that the wheels were in motion and Jordan should be there within the next half hour. Gibbs just hoped it was soon enough. Too much time had passed since the accident, too much could have happened to Devin already.

He spent the next half hour searching for information on Agent White, but he was running into the same problem that DiNozzo had. He didn't seem to have the right clearance to access the file. He thought about calling Fornell and asking him why, but he knew that Fornell was already drawing attention and he didn't want to have someone step in and block the investigation.

Gibbs looked up and saw Jordan coming into the squad room looking put out. The Deputy Chief's face was blotched with red, his eyes flaming with anger. He thought he was going to have the upper hand in this, but Gibbs knew he was sorely mistaken. Gibbs rose from his seat and tapped Willis on the shoulder. The two men moved towards Jordan in unison, each holding their face void of emotion.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jordan spat out in disgust, looking for the highest ranking officer in the room. He seemed upset to find no one higher than the detectives there. And Gibbs noticed a particularly venomous look shot at him.

"Come with us, Deputy Chief, we have some questions for you," Willis said in a very steady voice. Gibbs stood stone faced and waited for Jordan to reply.

"I will not," Jordan huffed indignantly. Gibbs reached out and grabbed the man's arm roughly and spun, tugging the Deputy Chief along with him. "What's the meaning of this!? Let me go!"

Gibbs held tight as Jordan struggled to remove the hand from his arm. Moving towards the open interrogation room, Gibbs continued to man handle Jordan behind him. Willis was close on their heels; a hand in the middle of Jordan's hand.

"I'll have your badge for this, Agent Gibbs!" Jordan growled out as he continued to fight.

"And I could place you under arrest for obstructing justice," Willis sneered from behind. Jordan spun his head around quickly glaring at the younger detective.

"And you'd lose your badge for harassment! Not that you're going to keep it now," Jordan grunted as they rounded the corner and Gibbs roughly dragged him through the doorway. Once they came to the table Gibbs spun around so he was face to face with Jordan.

"Sidown," Gibbs said in a low tone that made Jordan pause. There was something in Gibbs' eyes that made Jordan take note, this was serious. The Deputy Chief paused briefly, weighing his options, before he slowly sank into the chair, never breaking eye contact from Gibbs. Willis slid into one of the chairs opposite of Jordan but Gibbs remained standing. He was too full of energy to sit any longer.

"What's the meaning of all this?" Jordan demanded again in a high tone. Gibbs could tell the man was starting to get nervous and come undone.

"Tell me about Agent White," Willis began and Jordan snapped his gaze to the detective. Gibbs watched the older man's eyes and noticed the recognition there.

"I don't know who you're talking about," Jordan returned after a pause. Gibbs' hand dropped onto Jordan's shoulder and he squeezed.

"Try again," Gibbs said in an eerily calm voice that made Jordan lick his lips nervously. Jordan looked from Willis to Gibbs and back again. Gibbs tightened his hand. "You're wasting precious time."

"I don't know…" Jordan began to protest again and Gibbs squeezed his shoulder so hard the man yelped in pain and surprise.

"Stop," Gibbs said in a low growl that made Jordan take in a shaky breath. "Twenty years ago. Agent White. You KNEW what was going on."

"I don't…" Jordan said in a weak voice and stopped. Gibbs was losing his patience. Devin was running out of time.

"If Devin dies because you're in here fucking around, I swear you'll wish you were dead," Gibbs said in a quiet harsh whisper, leaning down to say it directly into Jordan's ear. He felt the other man shiver with fear.

"He was with the FBI. He worked cases with us, that's all I know!" Jordan replied in a high pitched whine. Gibbs was growing irritated with the man.

"Don't lie to me," Gibbs returned as he squeezed Jordan's shoulder again. "You KNEW what was going on. He's doing it again, you dumb bastard, he's killing again."

"No," Jordan whispered his eyes big in shock. "He…he promised…said…no…he said he…wouldn't."

"HE IS," Willis shouted. "He killed Wex, Kid, and he's got Riley. What the fuck is wrong with you Jordan! Stop covering your own fuck up and help us find White.

"His name isn't White," Jordan said in a release of breath. His lungs were doing overtime just trying to keep up.

"Who is he?" Gibbs asked.

"I don't know his real name! It wasn't part of the deal."

"What deal?" Willis asked in anger. "You made a deal with a fucking serial killer?"

"He promised not to kill anymore in Los Angeles! He promised not to kill those of us who KNEW!"

"So you saved your own ass in order to let a man you KNEW was a killer go?" Willis asked disgusted.

"You weren't there! You don't know!" Jordan said close to tears.

"How do we find him!?" Gibbs barked losing his patience again. He was tired of this worthless banter and wanted some solid information from Jordan.

"I don't know! He…he used to…there was a house in the harbor division that he used to use. I don't even know if that building is still there!"

"What building?" Willis asked.

"It was…I don't know…it…was twenty years ago." Jordan stammered.

"THINK!" Gibbs bellowed as he slammed his hand palm flat against the table. The noise made Jordan jump.

"It was…I think…I…," Jordan stumbled before his eyes lit up and he sat straighter in the chair. "Barrywood Avenue and Capital Drive!"

"On the corner?" Willis asked as he pulled his phone off his belt.

"I think. It's in that area, the baseball fields. I remember the baseball fields," Jordan mumbled as his eyes searched the table top for answers. Gibbs watched as Willis used his phone to alert Harbor Division and have them send units to the area to search. Gibbs leaned down to Jordan's ear again.

"I want you to think real hard right now. I want you to come up with that house in your head and I want you to remember where it was," he whispered in a voice that sent a shiver through Jordan again.

"I told you Barrywood and Capit…"

"Specific this time," Gibbs growled in his ear and Jordan licked his lips again.

"Uh, it was by the baseball fields but I can't remember. It's been twenty years," Jordan said in a panicked whisper. Gibbs pushed away from the man and headed for the door signaling Willis to follow. They left Jordan to sit in the interrogation room.

"You think he's telling the truth?" Willis asked.

"No," Gibbs said with a sigh. "But it's the only lead we got right now. Get someone on the search, let Jordan go and have someone follow him. Maybe he'll lead us to White."

"I'm on it," Willis replied as he used his phone again. Gibbs was antsy and wanted to be doing something. He decided to head towards the Harbor Division and see if they could hunt down this house. He went to Rayford in the bullpen.

"You know Harbor Division well?" Gibbs asked the younger man. He looked up from the file he had in front of him and nodded.

"Yeah, well enough to get around in."

"Barrywood and Capital. You know that area?"

"I think so, what's up?"

"Possible location on Devin," Gibbs replied quickly.

"Let's go," Rayford said standing up and pulling keys from his pocket. Gibbs nodded and followed the younger man towards the door. They ran into Willis on the way out.

"I'm going to follow Jordan myself," Willis said to Gibbs as they passed. "I'll call if it looks he's being suspicious."

"I've got the rover on me," Rayford said holding up the two way radio as they left the building.