Gibbs drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. Leah. He hadn't thought about her in years. It was just like her though to drop in out of nowhere bringing a pack of trouble to dump in his lap and expect him to clean it up. He wondered who she'd pissed off this time and how much work it was going to take to fix it. What she really needed was a good slap across the.......damn; not paying attention he'd almost missed the entrance to the Arlington Police Station. He pulled in and parked, then took a deep breath before getting out. He really did not want to do this.

Leah Hecht walked down the sidewalk from the APD and headed for her car. The sound of another car door in the parking lot caught her attention. Oh crap, she thought, catching sight of Gibbs in the parking lot. That arrogant bastard. She immediately changed direction and picked up speed to intercept him.

What the hell do you think you're doing here? Leah grabbed Gibbs by the front of his jacket and dragged him slightly sideways until they were shielded by someone's monster SUV.

I'm here to save your sorry butt and your job, he replied in that icy tone that Leah had learned to hate. Gibbs matched Leah glare for glare waiting for her to release her hold on his jacket.

My job doesn't need any of your help. It never did. As for what I brought you today, there are reasons why I didn't go through channels. If you go in there trying to get me off the hook', you'll only screw me over. Again. Just go back to NCIS, do your voodoo with my evidence and call me when you've found where it leads you. You'll understand when you've followed the trail. And don't come back across the river. If NCIS has to see me, send Kate or Tony. They at least seem friendly and professional. By now, though Leah's voice was calm and even, her eyes were stormy. Gibbs stood stock still through the whole of it, only now gently raising his hand to the one of hers that still held his jacket. Leah jerked her whole body back a step both hands slightly upraised. Don't touch me, okay. It was definitely a statement and not a request. I have some things I have to go check out, then I'm going home. I'm starting to get a migraine; I wonder why. She gave him a look that was half smile half grimace, he remembered it as her sarcastic smirk. I gave my card to Kate and Tony, but I'm sure you were too busy or focused or whatever it is you call yourself these days to check with them. So here. But don't you call unless everyone else is dead. She cocked one hip forward as she reached into her back pocket, pulled out a card case and flipped it open in one smooth move. One slender finger expertly extracted the card and then she flipped it forward as if she were holding a cigarette by the tip. Then she gave Gibbs the only smile she intended to, It's been fun. Let's do this again in another fifteen years. A quick flick of the thumb and Gibbs had to catch the card as she turned and walked off. She was nearly ten feet away when he looked down at the card, pondering whether to go inside or not. Then the words on the card registered; Leah Hecht. Internal Affairs. He looked up as her car roared past him, but she didn't spare him a glance. IA. What the hell? What wasn't she telling him and why?