AN: MKH has been diligently putting together the cubes for our new crafting area. The ones in the basement will still be used for other stuff but they aren't nice enough to sit on the main floor. I want to be sewing in my new room before Christmas.

Chapter 13

Sam and Gibbs got out of the work van and let themselves into the office complex with their purloined keys.

"So, where do you think they keep the archives?" Gibbs asked her as he put on a pair of cleaning gloves and Sam did the same.

Sam took the liberty to smile smugly. "Basement. Let's get most of the work done so no one still working gets suspicious."

"Good plan." He said with a nod and pushed the cleaning cart to the elevator.

They worked the building top to bottom as per the cleaning plan laid out in the truck files. Following standard operating procedure to keep anyone from wondering what they were up to or notice that they weren't the regular guys. One attorney did ask Gibbs where the regular guy was but he just replied vacation like he was envious and was then ignored.

An hour later, they had emptied all the trash and wiped down all the break rooms on the main floors. The basement wasn't technically on the cleaning schedule but there was a bathroom and a couple conference rooms down there they could use as an excuse for being in the records. They had smiled sympathetic yet disinterestedly as the few various office drones still stuck at their desks after dark because their boss wouldn't leave.

Gibbs whistled when he saw how big the records room was. "And none of this is on microfiche?"

"Not a bit of it." Sam agreed.

"So if we swipe the whole file..."

"Assuming he hasn't made back up copies, why would he…?"

"He's toast."

"Yup." Sam agreed with a rather unprofessional level of glee at the idea.

"Having fun huh?" he asked her, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh yah." Sam said with a feral smile. Nothing would make her happier than to take this jerk down a peg and neutralize Bauer ever coming at them again. Sam was not above revenge. In fact, she took a certain amount of pleasure in knowing someone bad got what they had coming to them. It was probably why she wasn't a particularly practicing Catholic anymore.

Gibbs shook his head. He wasn't strictly against a healthy desire for revenge but he had the sudden urge to never ever cross Sam Carter soon to be O'Neill. He had the same urges when it came to Jack who also was fond of evening the score from time to time.

Sam thought for a moment. "Kinsey isn't entirely stupid. It wouldn't just be filed under Bauer's name." She looked around the room.

"What about the name of the girl?" Gibbs asked.

Sam snapped her fingers. "Good thinking." She started going through the rows and rows of metal briefing files until she got to the one she was looking for. When she opened the drawer though, the file wasn't there. Sam frowned. Kinsey wasn't actually that clever. He wasn't on to them or even if he was he wouldn't know they thought to head here. He was probably expecting them at his home like last time. Starsky and Hutch were off in the wild blue yonder however and it was left to her to pull this off.

Out of habit when she needed to do something shady Sam automatically asked herself what would Jack look for?

She quietly snapped her fingers and started carefully separating the files a few inches at a time until she found her target. A single file tucked into the bottom of the drawer in such a way as to mimic having fallen off its rail but had in fact been placed that way by design.

"Gotcha, you son of a bitch." Sam muttered as she pulled out the file.

"Is it the right thing?" Gibbs asked her quietly.

Sam opened it. A photo of the victim was near the top. When she looked through the file, her mouth fell open. Kinsey had a toxicology report and a rape kit in the file as well as a match for the semen. Bauer had ruffied the girl or Kinsey had. Bauer had raped her and when he panicked, Kinsey strangled her for him. Rather than face criminal charges for their misdeeds because both came from wealthy families, they had opted to hide the body instead. Bauer had clearly recognized Jack as the kid that witnessed his crime yet had chosen not to use that information before. Had Bauer found out Jack had been imbibing in more than just beer that night and opted to threaten him into silence? Sam wondered and suspected the only way to get answers was to talk to Jack.

Gibbs let out a low whistle. "Team effort." Was all he said as they removed the content of the file and stuffed some blank sheets of paper into it from off a table to make it look untouched. Sam then hid its contents in their cleaning bucket under the dirty rags. The bucket had a false bottom. Sam carefully put the file back exactly the way it had been and gently closed the drawer.

"Let's finish the cleaning job so they don't get suspicious and get out of here." Gibbs suggested. Sam nodded.

They split the rest of the work and scribbled unreadable initials on the sign out log in the maintenance room before leaving.

Gibbs and Sam calmly strolled out of the building with their dirty cleaning rags as though they didn't have a care in the world and got into the van.

"Did you get it?" Daniel asked.

"We got it." Sam said. Her voice calm in spite of her heart jumping around in her chest. It was over. Kinsey couldn't do anything to them without exposing himself. She and Jack could go back to their lives more or less. With some changes obviously.

"Where do you want to dump this rig?" Gibbs asked Sam.

"We should probably take it back to where we got it or at least close to it. None of them saw our faces to identify us. Kinsey is going to know we had a hand in it but be unable to prove we were involved."

"I'll call Harm when we get back to the hotel and let him know what we found out."

"The brown hair and glasses were a nice touch." Gibbs agreed about Sam's disguise. Sam was wearing a dowdy looking wig and even dowdier looking black framed glasses that would have easily fooled an average office quality camera.

"So home then?" Daniel asked.

"Home." Sam said with a satisfied sigh.

It had almost been too easy, Gibbs mused.