Title : Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Author : Jaggie 107
Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. I have no idea who the characters of 'Sue Thomas, F.B.Eye' belong to, but I hope all parties will allow me to have a little fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you. (PS - A little 'Navy NCIS' creeping in too! Oops!)
Rating : G to PG-13
Author's Notes 1 & 2 : See Default Chapter
Reviews : Ninjaturtle - Thank you for the encouragement; Another Tracy - Thank you for the encouragement and hope you enjoy watching 'Sue Thomas'.
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Conference Room - JAG Headquarters - Falls Church - 1445 Hours, same day
Sue had watched the short tape through once, getting a first run at the words spoken before she asked Petty Officer Coates to close in on the mouths of the two seamen, so she could read their lips better.
"The taller of the two men appears to be in charge of the conversation," Sue told the others in the room. As she concentrated on the movement of their lips from a closer angle she began to repeat what was being said. "'You were supposed to call me!' 'I tried...' 'Not hard enough! Wilson's dead, and we're going to get landed with a court martial if we don't come up with the goods!' 'What? A court martial...why? We didn't DO anything!'" Sue paused, briefly. "Jennifer, can you close in any more?"
"A little, Ma'am," Petty Officer Coates responded, clicking on the mousepad and creating a square around the area of the seamen's mouths on the screen. "You may lose clarity, as it's not a digital video transfer."
"Thank you. Okay, here we go... 'We didn't kill Wilson, but we've seen his contact. If we don't get the goods to him we could end up as the scapegoats. The guy's military too, and he wouldn't blink at turning us in to save himself. I bet he's the one who got Wilson killed, to get in on the deal...'" Sue paused again. On the screen the taller man had all but turned away, making lip-reading nearly impossible. The other man had dropped his head, as though in defeat. Sue turned to Petty Officer Coates once more. "Jen, could you try just on the taller man? Take it back to the last close-up and focus on him alone."
"Aye, Ma'am." Again the screen was marked with a square and then at a brief click the picture closed up on the face of the taller man. Sue leaned a little closer to the screen, and then sat back.
"Can you run this at slow speed?" asked Sue, and there was suddenly an air of excitement in her voice.
Sue watched the screen, the other occupants of the room watched her. Jack, sitting opposite, could see better than the rest and he saw immediately when Sue's face blanched. He put his hand across the table to touch her arm.
"What is it?"
"Oh, no..." Sue muttered, the muscles in her arm under Jack's grasp tensing as she clenched her fist. Turning to the others in the room she spoke. "As the man turns away he's saying...'to get in on the deal with Sadiq!'"
There was a sudden horrified silence in the room, and then Mac spoke up, voicing the one thought the others had in their mind. AL QAEDA.
"It could be him! The Stinger consignment in Paraguay was destroyed, but Webb never said where they came from in the first place. The diamonds were just to purchase the chips." Mac looked across the table at Harm as she spoke, and their commanding officer looked straight at both of them.
"Commander? Colonel? Something we should know about?"
"No more than was in our report, sir. The Stingers were destroyed in a blast. Sadiq did get away from the hacienda and we lost him on the train later. He is thought to be still alive."
"He is, Mac," Jack turned to face her, keeping Sue in his line of sight so she could read what he was saying too. "We've had reports on Sadiq recently, in our capacity as Homeland Security detail. We didn't know about your connection, but the man certainly has got a deal going to acquire more arms; we do know about him having lost his original consignment."
Mac looked directly at Jack. "I was assigned to the CIA for a short time in Paraguay, to get Sadiq to buy the chips for the Stinger arming devices with diamonds. I would guess that he is trying again with the same diamonds. My mission went wrong, and I was captured by Sadiq and his men. The diamonds were never recovered by the CIA."
"Do you have any contact with the CIA on this latest intel?" asked Harm, with a quick, reassuring glance at Mac, knowing that she was bound to wonder about his direction of questions.
"No. Any agency given a Homeland Security detail maintains sole convening authority on that detail for the duration. Intel can be shared, but no other agency can take over an assignment. We are all supposed to be working for the benefit of the country, so you wouldn't think other agencies would withhold anything, but they do." Jack looked around the table. "Present company excepted, of course," he added with a quick smile.
"Who's been holding out on you?" asked Mac and Harm, together, causing the Admiral to look at them for a brief moment.
"The CIA, which is nothing new, and the NCIS. We know they have some intel but they say they don't have enough to warrant action at this time." Sue spoke up at this point, and then paused as Harm's smile widened considerably. "You know something, Commander Rabb?" she asked, smiling in return, not able to resist.
"I might be able to help you with NCIS. I have something of an existing 'camaraderie' with them. I owe Gibbs a favor, and this could be a way into their good graces."
"By us giving them intel? How big a favor do you owe them, Rabb?" asked Jack, intrigued despite his reservations on the matter.
"Gibbs got me off a murder charge. If we go to them with our intel, maybe we can pool resources and work something out to find Sadiq and put an end to his part in the activities once and for all. I know there are other Al Qaeda cells out there, but if we can remove one, it's one less avenue for terrorists."
"That's true," said Jack, nodding. "Okay, you're on. In the meantime, what do you intend to do with the information about the two seamen in the video?"
Mac picked up on the conversation at this point. "We can put pressure on them. If they say they had nothing to do with Wilson's murder, and they know his contact, we can probably offer them a lesser sentence in return for their assistance. If they're willing to co-operate, we should be able to get a lead on Sadiq without him knowing we're after him. This time the element of surprise is with us. All thanks to you, Sue."
Sue smiled and bobbed her head briefly in acknowledgement of the thanks from around the table. It still amazed her sometimes that her skills could be of such help in bringing criminals to justice.
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To be continued
Author : Jaggie 107
Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount. I have no idea who the characters of 'Sue Thomas, F.B.Eye' belong to, but I hope all parties will allow me to have a little fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you. (PS - A little 'Navy NCIS' creeping in too! Oops!)
Rating : G to PG-13
Author's Notes 1 & 2 : See Default Chapter
Reviews : Ninjaturtle - Thank you for the encouragement; Another Tracy - Thank you for the encouragement and hope you enjoy watching 'Sue Thomas'.
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Conference Room - JAG Headquarters - Falls Church - 1445 Hours, same day
Sue had watched the short tape through once, getting a first run at the words spoken before she asked Petty Officer Coates to close in on the mouths of the two seamen, so she could read their lips better.
"The taller of the two men appears to be in charge of the conversation," Sue told the others in the room. As she concentrated on the movement of their lips from a closer angle she began to repeat what was being said. "'You were supposed to call me!' 'I tried...' 'Not hard enough! Wilson's dead, and we're going to get landed with a court martial if we don't come up with the goods!' 'What? A court martial...why? We didn't DO anything!'" Sue paused, briefly. "Jennifer, can you close in any more?"
"A little, Ma'am," Petty Officer Coates responded, clicking on the mousepad and creating a square around the area of the seamen's mouths on the screen. "You may lose clarity, as it's not a digital video transfer."
"Thank you. Okay, here we go... 'We didn't kill Wilson, but we've seen his contact. If we don't get the goods to him we could end up as the scapegoats. The guy's military too, and he wouldn't blink at turning us in to save himself. I bet he's the one who got Wilson killed, to get in on the deal...'" Sue paused again. On the screen the taller man had all but turned away, making lip-reading nearly impossible. The other man had dropped his head, as though in defeat. Sue turned to Petty Officer Coates once more. "Jen, could you try just on the taller man? Take it back to the last close-up and focus on him alone."
"Aye, Ma'am." Again the screen was marked with a square and then at a brief click the picture closed up on the face of the taller man. Sue leaned a little closer to the screen, and then sat back.
"Can you run this at slow speed?" asked Sue, and there was suddenly an air of excitement in her voice.
Sue watched the screen, the other occupants of the room watched her. Jack, sitting opposite, could see better than the rest and he saw immediately when Sue's face blanched. He put his hand across the table to touch her arm.
"What is it?"
"Oh, no..." Sue muttered, the muscles in her arm under Jack's grasp tensing as she clenched her fist. Turning to the others in the room she spoke. "As the man turns away he's saying...'to get in on the deal with Sadiq!'"
There was a sudden horrified silence in the room, and then Mac spoke up, voicing the one thought the others had in their mind. AL QAEDA.
"It could be him! The Stinger consignment in Paraguay was destroyed, but Webb never said where they came from in the first place. The diamonds were just to purchase the chips." Mac looked across the table at Harm as she spoke, and their commanding officer looked straight at both of them.
"Commander? Colonel? Something we should know about?"
"No more than was in our report, sir. The Stingers were destroyed in a blast. Sadiq did get away from the hacienda and we lost him on the train later. He is thought to be still alive."
"He is, Mac," Jack turned to face her, keeping Sue in his line of sight so she could read what he was saying too. "We've had reports on Sadiq recently, in our capacity as Homeland Security detail. We didn't know about your connection, but the man certainly has got a deal going to acquire more arms; we do know about him having lost his original consignment."
Mac looked directly at Jack. "I was assigned to the CIA for a short time in Paraguay, to get Sadiq to buy the chips for the Stinger arming devices with diamonds. I would guess that he is trying again with the same diamonds. My mission went wrong, and I was captured by Sadiq and his men. The diamonds were never recovered by the CIA."
"Do you have any contact with the CIA on this latest intel?" asked Harm, with a quick, reassuring glance at Mac, knowing that she was bound to wonder about his direction of questions.
"No. Any agency given a Homeland Security detail maintains sole convening authority on that detail for the duration. Intel can be shared, but no other agency can take over an assignment. We are all supposed to be working for the benefit of the country, so you wouldn't think other agencies would withhold anything, but they do." Jack looked around the table. "Present company excepted, of course," he added with a quick smile.
"Who's been holding out on you?" asked Mac and Harm, together, causing the Admiral to look at them for a brief moment.
"The CIA, which is nothing new, and the NCIS. We know they have some intel but they say they don't have enough to warrant action at this time." Sue spoke up at this point, and then paused as Harm's smile widened considerably. "You know something, Commander Rabb?" she asked, smiling in return, not able to resist.
"I might be able to help you with NCIS. I have something of an existing 'camaraderie' with them. I owe Gibbs a favor, and this could be a way into their good graces."
"By us giving them intel? How big a favor do you owe them, Rabb?" asked Jack, intrigued despite his reservations on the matter.
"Gibbs got me off a murder charge. If we go to them with our intel, maybe we can pool resources and work something out to find Sadiq and put an end to his part in the activities once and for all. I know there are other Al Qaeda cells out there, but if we can remove one, it's one less avenue for terrorists."
"That's true," said Jack, nodding. "Okay, you're on. In the meantime, what do you intend to do with the information about the two seamen in the video?"
Mac picked up on the conversation at this point. "We can put pressure on them. If they say they had nothing to do with Wilson's murder, and they know his contact, we can probably offer them a lesser sentence in return for their assistance. If they're willing to co-operate, we should be able to get a lead on Sadiq without him knowing we're after him. This time the element of surprise is with us. All thanks to you, Sue."
Sue smiled and bobbed her head briefly in acknowledgement of the thanks from around the table. It still amazed her sometimes that her skills could be of such help in bringing criminals to justice.
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To be continued
