"Do you need some one to take notes?" Shelly asked with a smirk as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"No I think everyone should be able to follow along," Samine said with a knowing smile to Shelly.

"Get on with it will you? We don't have all day. I still have to arrest you and take you down to the station," Mackie snapped at Samine as her eyebrows slowly rose.

"Well then you'd be arresting the wrong person. The person that did shot Gibbons is in this lobby with us but it's not me so don't even dare think along those lines," Samine said and everyone looked around at the others. "Do you want to take it from here Shelly?"

"I sure do Samine. Everyone knows that the gun that shot Gibbons was a Sig Sauer; which is the same type gun that Samine uses. But that's not hidden from knowledge, everyone knows it. Now, Samine said that Gibbons had called her and told her that he had a case for Xander and her. I have a friend in the company that Samine is one and asked him to get me some records of her phone calls. And Gibbons said, and I quote: 'I have a mission for you two and you're the only ones I trust with it. I'm on a secured line as it is now and still don't feel comfortable. Come and see me when you get in'. The problem was within the system and Gibbons wanted Samine and Xander to check it out because, let's face it, these two are the best agents that the NSA has. So Samine and I hacked into Gibbons' files and found the files that he had buried deep in his computer. We assumed that they were the same papers that were burning in Gibbons' waste basket when Samine found him. The papers were reports of a mole in the NSA that was selling secrets about where undercover agents were and a few secrets sold pertained to the NSA secret system of all the headquarters around the world. Now this mole of ours isn't the normal kind; you know the agents that get bought out by the foreign country or things of the sort. No, this mole is one that's been ignored and no one pays him any attention and forgets about him only a few minutes after meeting him."

"Which is exactly what I did when I saw him," Samine said as she kept her eyes on one particular person. "Because he's the type of person that everyone looks over. He's a pathetic little dip that I would like to squish like a little bug and rid the world of his kind."

Samine's words were meant to enrage the person she wanted to pull out, and it did exactly what she meant for the words to do. The person lunged at her as she quickly stepped to the side and clothes lined him, knocking him to the ground hard. Before he could move away, Samine planted her foot on his chest and pointed her gun down towards his face with a sneer.

"Didn't your momma teach you how to control your anger better? I'll get you in trouble if you don't mind it," she snapped looking down at him as he glared up at her.

"The security guard?" Xander asked shocked looking at the two.

"Don't you remember Xander, when I came back? This is the one that wouldn't let me in because I didn't have an appointment and I pulled my gun on him. The one that Gibbons joked about; calling about an intruder and he called me a 'mother fucking bitch' or something like that. He got tired of being at the bottom of the totem pole and decided to knock off the head piece, which happened to be me or Xander. So what did he do? Went to our friend Shavers and asked him some very straight forward questions about working with tapes and splicing them. And when he got all the information he wanted, he collected some tapes of me and the firing range and walking into Gibbons' office on other occasions. Taking those, he spliced and worked with the tapes and produced a very convincing tape of me walking into Gibbons' office and shooting him. Which of course I didn't," she snapped barely noticing the movement out of the corner of her eye.

"She is absolutely right. Patrick the security guard shot me; the one that Samine has pined down."

Everyone's eyes snapped towards the doors and Samine's jaw dropped at seeing Gibbons in a wheelchair being pushed by Shavers. Before she could collect her senses, Patrick reached up and twisted her ankle off her and sent her crashing to the floor as everyone lunged for their weapons. Patrick lunged for Samine but jerked back when gunfire echoed in the lobby. He looked down at her and at the bright red stain that spread across his chest. When he collapsed on the floor, Samine looked up and over her to look at Shelly as she lowered her gun to her side. With a chuckle Samine relaxed on the floor and stared up at the ceiling.

"Good shot Shell. Good thing you were there," she laughed before looking up to Gibbons. "Nice to see you Gibbs."

"You too Samine. Good to know that you can't stay out of trouble even if I'm here or not," he laughed as she slowly stood up from the floor.

"Yeah well, that's what I'm trained to do. Stir things up a bit and make things happen," she laughed as she looked down at Patrick the security guard.

"Okay everyone clear out; this is a crime scene here," Mackie said ushering everyone out of the lobby leaving Samine by herself.

"You do good work Nalia," Mackie said looking at Samine as she felt for Patrick's pulse to be sure he was dead.

"Like I said to Gibbs; I'm trained to do that," she said quietly and closed the security guard's eyes.

"But you screwed up this time."

Something in his voice made her pause and she distinctly felt the hair on the back of her neck rise up and stand on end. Samine slowly turned her head and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun, more precisely, Mackie's gun. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up at him through slits.

"I'm not in the mood to play Mackie. Put your gun away," she said waving her hand towards him as she stood up.

"This is hardly play time Nalia. Back there, now," he said motioning towards the hallway where no one from outside the lobby could see.

Mackie grabbed the gun from her hand and prodded her in the back with his urging her forward. She slowly walked to where he directed as her brain struggled to realign itself with this new development. A painful twinge shot up her leg from her ankle and she had to grimace at it as they walked a bit more and stopped. Turning to Mackie, she repressed a shudder that went through her at the look in his eyes. It was a look that said he didn't care who died just as long as he accomplished his mission.

"What's all this about Mackie? We got the shooter in the lobby dead. You know I didn't shot Gibbons," she said still confused to high hell.

"He was just a pawn that I used to carry out all the grunt work."

Samine's jaw dropped in shock as she stared at Mackie as he smiled sickeningly sweet. Her brain kicked into overdrive as she readjusted all the information and saw everything fall into place. She hated to admit it but she never saw this one coming at all. It just blind sided her like a Mack truck and left everything in rubble.

"It was you all along behind all of this?" she choked much to the pleasure of Mackie.

"Find it hard to believe deary? Ever since that time you came in on my case and made a complete fool of me have I been planning this entire thing. Make good friends with one of the security guards, get some information that I needed and the tapes. I had him do all the leg work so everything had his prints on it and I was in the clear. But then he screwed up and you didn't die or get put in jail. I should have known he wouldn't have done the tapes right but you just can't get good help these days anymore," he smirked as she gaped.

"You are trying to settle an old score with me from five or six years ago?" she asked incredulously as she thought back to that specific case.

"You should know Samine-"

"Agents don't settle old scores, we harbor them," she finished for him, knowing it was something she often lived by.

"Exactly and I plan to settle this one after it's harbored for about six years. Now, on your knees," he said as she sneered in anger at her own stupidity.

Mackie leveled the gun towards her head as she went down on her knees and looked up at him. Her eyes narrowed watching for some kind of open she prayed would come so she wouldn't be shot dead. She definitely did not want to die like this, not here, not on her knees.

"Hey Samine-"

Both heads swiveled towards Shelly as she walked into the hallway they were in and froze in her place. Not wasting any time, Samine moved one foot under her and launched herself at Mackie as she caught him around the waist. His gun went off towards Shelly but missed and buried itself into the wall as she ducked out of the hallway and disappeared to find Xander or someone to help. The gun fell from Mackie's hand as they both hit the unforgiving tile floor in a mass of legs and arms. Swinging her body around, Samine kicked the gun out of reach just before Mackie grabbed her hair and yanked her back to him. With a cry of pain, Samine's hand reached up to her hair as Mackie hauled her to her feet and punched her right in the gut. Her previous wound screamed in agony as she gasped for air as stars danced in her vision. Not caring about her hair anymore, she reared back and snapped her elbow into Mackie's face knocking him back and away from her. Spinning towards him, her leg lifted and hit him across his face with the heel of her foot. Dismayed that it didn't knock him out, she moved to take a powerful swing at him and gasped when he dodged to the side and grabbed her arm. With a sharp pull on his part, Samine screamed in pain as he dislocated her shoulder and shoved her to the side. Stepping towards her to finish her off, he paused as he heard running footsteps coming towards him. With a sneer towards the barely conscious Samine he turned and ran towards the exit, catching Xander and Shelly off guard and knocked the both of them to the ground as he ran towards his SUV.

Xander stared after him before Shelly cries pulled his attention towards her. She was kneeling next to Samine who looked dead from his perspective. Blood streamed from a split lip and a gash at her temple from the encounter with the tile flooring. His legs couldn't hold him anymore as he fell painfully to his knees and stared at Samine's form as he vaguely heard Shelly's cries and saw her tears. He didn't even have time to say he was sorry, couldn't hold her in his arms anymore. Her smiling face danced across his vision but was replaced with the glare she gave him earlier in the lobby. He knew that look; it was one that plainly yelled to him that she didn't trust him anymore. He had broken that bond that he thought would be there forever, never realizing how fragile it was between the two of them. Silently, a tear slowly made a track down his face and fell to its death; just like his lost lover.

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*Cautiously peering out from behind the chair for flying objects as she holds an umbrella* Well? What does everyone think? And everyone please calm yourselves before going to that review button or at least please keep the bad language to a minimum. I know that ivorybrowneyes is going to give me a severe headache once she reads this and gets in contact with me. But there are more chapters coming so don't you dare think that this is the end yet. Just hold on and hopefully I'll get the next chapter out as quickly as I can. Peace.