Kellie looked at the sander, the boat, and then Gibbs. She grabbed her drink, drank it, and moved over to the boat. She found a spot to set the drink and then began awkwardly sanding the boat.

"Stop, you're doing it wrong," Gibbs said, "You're using too much pressure and you're supposed to go with the grain."

"You lost me," Kellie said, "It's sanding, I just run the sander across the wood."

Gibbs came and stood next to Kellie, "There's a technique to it."

"I'd be more than happy to just sit and drink the tequila," Kellie said.

Gibbs gave Kellie a look and put his hand out. Kellie handed him the sander.

"You see the direction the grain runs in the wood," Gibbs said, pointing it out, "Rub the sander in that direction. Use a light touch."

Gibbs demonstrated and then handed the sander back to Kellie.

Kellie tried to mimick Gibbs.

"Lighter," Gibbs said. Kellie adjusted.

"That's too light," Gibbs said. Kellie adjusted again.

"That's good," Gibbs said, "Just keep doing that."

"For how long?" Kellie asked.

Gibbs ignored the question and went back to the work on the other side of the boat.

They sanded the boat and drank in silence.

"What's your issue….?" Kellie started to ask.

"Slow down, Corinthos," Gibbs said, "I'll be the one asking the questions here."

Kellie went to protest.

"My turf, my rules," Gibbs said, "You did show up uninvited. I'd be well within my rights to show you the same courtesy you showed Tony when he showed up uninvited."

"Your door was unlocked," Kellie said, "I had to make sure you were okay."

Gibbs shook his head, "You are piece of work. I guess should be glad you work for good guys most of the time."

"I do what I can," Kellie said.

"Why?" Gibbs asked.

"Why what?" Kellie asked.

"Why do you do what you do?" Gibbs asked, "The foundation, go after bad guys, help people the way you do."

"It's the right thing to do," Kellie said, taking a drink.

"But to drop everything you were doing to come help on this case," Gibbs said, "It's more than that. You could have done what you were doing from California."

"You shouldn't have shut me out," Kellie replied, "Maybe I would have stayed there."

"Doubtful," Gibbs said, grabbing Kellie's drink, "Now, answer the question."

Kellie didn't respond right away.

"I have more money and power than I know what to do with," Kellie said, "That's not something I've ever been completely comfortable with. I've seen the worst of what that kind of power is capable of, what it does to people and how innocents get caught in the crossfire or outright targeted. Some of these people don't have anyone to speak up for them or make a difference for them. I know what the feels like and I know what it means have someone step in when the odds are stacked against you. I figure if I can help people with that power, intervene and intervene where I can, then maybe I've done something right. Maybe they won't have to make the choices I did or go through a little less when it's all said done. I guess I'm just trying to do the right thing and make life easier for people where I can."

"It's admirable," Gibbs said, "But why'd you get involved in the mob. Why not stay out of it once you went to work for the WSB?"

"If my father hadn't alienated his business partner by dating his sister and getting her killed," Kellie said, "and had better plans for making sure the rest of our family was safe, I might not have had to."

"Why not just let one of the other families take over?" Gibbs asked.

"Luis Alcazar had already had his men infiltrate my father's organization," Kellie said, "Luis was not all there in the head. There's always a risk in that world that whoever ends up taking over decides go after everyone connected to the previous don's organization, children included. I couldn't let that happen, especially when I wasn't sure who was trying to make a move at the time. I'd heard enough things that concerned me while I on my last mission in South American that I knew couldn't ignore it. When my father was framed for my husband's fake death, it was either take over myself or let Luis end up with control."

"The psych profile on him was interesting," Gibbs said.

"I'm sure it was," Kellie said.

"What about Lorenzo Alcazar?" Gibbs asked, "You could have just let him and Jason take over Sonny's business."

"Not with Luis ready to take back the Alcazar holdings through whatever legal and illegal means necessary," Kellie said.

"What made you get out?" Gibbs asked.

"Eventually, he and Jason made up. My dad and I didn't agree on a lot things," Kellie said, "The night one of my brothers got shot with a bullet meant for Dad and ended up in a coma. I lost it. I gave my husband divorce papers and left town."

"Rumor is you had a nervous breakdown," Gibbs said.

"I needed a lot of therapy after everything I'd been through," Kellie said, "And to stop running from my husband who still to this day I don't understand why he never signed the divorce papers back then."

"He obviously saw something in you worth hanging on for," Gibbs said.

"He came after me," Kellie said, trying not to smile, "We made up and ended up in California."

"And how'd the foundation come about," Gibbs asked.

"I was trying to figure out what to with my life" Kellie said, "The obvious options didn't exactly appeal to me. I was talking to my father-in-law asking him why he helped me with my foster system situation, helped other kids. I realized I could do more, help more kids like me. I ran with it."

"What about the casino your father signed over to you?" Gibbs asked.

"I have a manager that runs it for me," Kellie said, "I keep it clean. Whatever you might think about me and the fact that I ran my father's business, I did it to keep an all out war from breaking out and protect innocent people from being caught in the crossfire. I more or less stayed on the right side of the law."

"And your father's associates just let you walk away," Gibbs replied.

"Somehow Dad and Jason made it okay," Kellie said, "I'm pretty sure the families were relieved not to have to deal with me."

"And you sticking your nose into things they don't want you to," Gibbs said.

"It works though," Kellie said.

Kellie's phone rang before Gibbs could replied. Kellie looked at the phone, then up at Gibbs. She started towards the stairs.

"If that's your guy," Gibbs said, "Take the call here. Just keep it legal."

"Hello," Kellie answered.

"This is Brick. Kellie, it's a pleasure to formally meet you sort of," Brick said, "Your father says you're giving the Feds a hard time."

"Just one," Kellie said, "I take it you have information for me."

"There's no new players according to our guys in Florida," Brick said, "However, they've heard chatter from the families in New Orleans of increased activity indicating someone's trying to move into that territory."

"What kind of activity?" Kellie asked.

"They're not asking nicely," Brick said, "A couple of explosions at some piers along with a shootout no one knows who started. This happened after a Marcus Devouxe approached the families about moving his product through for a cut of the proceeds. They turned him down."

"Wonder what he was moving?" Kellie asked.

"No word yet," Brick said, "I did some digging to see if Devouxe had any ties to the Le Requins. His father did business with their grandfather. Bella's been engaged to him on and off. They're currently off. Rumor has it he may have been the one to lay ground work for their operations in other countries."

"Damn that's more than I was expecting to find," Kellie said.

"The ties between Bella and Marcus are all on found on the internet," Brick said, "You should be able to take it from there. Then focus your search on activity in New Orleans. I hope you find that little girl soon."

"We'll try," Kellie said, "Do I need to be worried about any fall out from this?"

"You're good?" Brick said, "I get the impression the New Orleans associate would prefer Devouxe just go away."

"Lucky for them," Kellie said, "We plan on making that happen. Thank you. I'll be sure to…never mind, I probably shouldn't say that in mixed company."

"Agent's watching your back. I get it," Brick said, "Your father pays me well enough for this kind of information. So don't give it a second thought. It's been honor doing business with your for lack of a better phrase. Let me know how turns out."

"So what do you got?" Gibbs asked when Kellie hung up.

"We'll need to look at some police files from New Orleans, a couple of waterfront bombings and a shoot out," Kellie said.

"Any ideas on who might be involved in those?" Gibbs asked.

"Marcus Devouxe," Kellie said, "Bella's former fiancee."

"And maybe not so former business partner," Gibbs said, "That's something to start with. Good work, Corinthos."

Kellie jaw dropped, "Did you really just?"

"Give you a compliment," Gibbs replied, "Don't get used to it."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Kellie said.