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"I want her found." The director said, his face stone.
Gibbs nodded. "I do too sir."
"If you happen to kill Ari Haswari to get her back, then so be it. I'll handle the FBI."
"Yes sir."
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"Gibbs!" Abby jumped in, as he sat down at his desk.
He looked up at her. "What?"
"I found something." She smiled.
"Well, out with it!" He said, standing.
"Okay, well I went over the clothes of our Jane Doe, and I found something in her pocket. A feather." She glanced down at the paper in her hand. "It's a Canadian goose feather. So, I ran the a picture through the Canadian DMV database, and got this." She passed him another paper. "Her name's Alana Michaels. She's the same age as Kate, and she had just gotten out of a drug charge, when she came into the US."
Gibbs studied the mug shot. "Smuggling drugs into Canada?" he asked, his voice low.
Abby nodded. "Yup. She's also been linked to a murder, but nothing they could prove."
Gibbs looked up at Tony. "Anywhere on the airlines?"
Tony shook his head. "No, I've sent both pictures to every airline."
Gibbs turned to McGee. "Realtors?"
McGee looked up from his computer. "Um, yes boss. A small realtor down in Kentucky saw Ari and Kate, but that was two months ago."
Gibbs frowned, then loosened up. "He took her there to get a house first, so he could get the house without suspicion." He scowled.
"Tony, I want us on the first plane to Kentucky. Now."
Kate lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She scowled, when she heard a knock at the door. "Dinner." She heard him say.
Kate didn't budge. She wasn't hungry. She was down playing his stupid game, and she most definitely was not going to be falling for that scum. This might have worked before, after she was held hostage, but not now.
There was another knock on her door, and a call came, "Caitlin, your dinner will get cold." She rolled her eyes. Like she cared. She would rather starve then eat with him again.
Suddenly, her door came crashing open. "Do you forget who I am friends with?" he asked, grabbing her wrist. "I can have your friends killed in a second. Now," he dragged her out scowling to the kitchen "you are going to eat dinner with me."
"You're a sick bastard." She said, her voice filled with hatred. "I hope you burn in hell."
He waved his finger at her. "Now, now. That's not very nice. Eat." He pointed to the dinner in front of her.
She rolled her eyes, and glared. She picked up her fork, and started to move the food around. His eyes were cold on her. "Eat, now."
Kate picked up a piece of broccoli, and chewed it. Nothing was wrong with it, but it still tasted bitter in her mouth. As she put another piece in, she wondered how long she would have to wait until Gibbs and Tony came after her.