"Gibbs?" Kate called, knocking softly on Jack's door.

Jack waved her in with a smile, his welcoming expression countering Gibbs' terse, "What?"

"We've located the first sergeant from Colonel Havelock's first SG team," she informed him, tapping her PDA to pull up more information. "David Leaven, 38, lives in Denver. He works in the shipping department of a large manufacturer but there are some problems with his income. Abby's working on it. With Colonel Carter," she added quickly, with a glance at Jack. He widened his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if to say, "I'm not sure what you're talking about but if Carter's on it, it must be okay."

"Can you bring him in?" Gibbs asked Jack. "Or should I?"

"I think we can take care of it, thanks," Jack replied, picking up the phone. Kate was surprised at the give-and-take; the two seemed to be getting on better than she had thought they would.

"Kate, take me to Abby," Gibbs ordered, standing.

"So does this mean the interview's over?" Jack called after him. There was no reply. "Guess so."

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"Abs!" Gibbs shouted over the music. Five heads, eagerly bent over a computer screen, failed to notice him. He strode to the stereo and unplugged it roughly.

"Hey!" Abby called, still not turning. "Gibbs! How many times have I told you not to mess with the music?"

"What kind of 'problems with his income' are we talking about, Abby?" Gibbs demanded, the slight twitch of his lips tempering his comment.

"Well, the guy's basically a glorified bag-boy," Abby explained, switching gears seamlessly. "And his retirement isn't that great, either. But he rents a two-thousand-dollar-a-month apartment and he just bought a Porsche."

"Which is not cheap," Tony jumped in. To his disappointment, no one so much as looked at him.

"Drugs?" Gibbs asked.

"It's possible," Abby conceded, "but we don't think so. Sam and I have been checking his financial records for the past three months. The first month is pretty boring; he was still with the SGC and apparently didn't have much time for anything else. But after the ambush, he retired and things get a lot more interesting."

"A week after he quit the SGC," Sam picked up the thread, "he made a $50,000 deposit. Two days after that, another fifty grand came in. Bank security picked up on it and started watching his account, but after that things dropped back to what you would expect from a guy in his position. A paycheck here and there but nothing significant."

"At least, not in his regular account," Abby jumped in. "We did a bit of hacking and found an off-shore account that got irregular deposits in the hundreds of thousands. Each time, there was a smaller deposit a couple of days before the big one."

They gave Gibbs a moment to digest this before Abby gave him a huge grin.

"You want to hear the best part?"

"I always do," he smiled indulgently.

"Dr. Jackson apparently has a photographic memory," Abby began, enjoying Daniel's embarrassment. "Well, not exactly photographic, because there's really no such thing --"

"Abby! The point!" Gibbs barked.

"Okay, okay, no 'Fun Facts to Know and Share,'" Abby surrendered. "Anyway, Daniel looked at the dates of the deposits and thought they looked familiar. How in the world he remembered this is beyond me --"

"Colonel Carter," Gibbs interrupted Abby, "can you take a less roundabout way to the point?"

"I'll try," Sam laughed. "Daniel realized that each deposit corresponded with a murder, the smaller deposits shortly before and the large ones shortly after."

"How did you remember that?" Kate asked in shock, staring at Daniel.

"Well, they were murders," he pointed out. "They stick in the memory."

"Never mind how," Gibbs scowled. "Are you saying --"

"ColonelCarter and AbbySciuto believe that FirstSergeantLeaven may be a warrior of wealth," Teal'c summarized. There was an awkward silence as everyone turned to look at him confusedly.

"I, uh," Daniel stammered, "I think you mean 'soldier of fortune,' Teal'c."

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"Jimmy!" Grace called, holding her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. "Uncle Jack wants to talk to you!"

"M-me?" he stuttered, taking the handset automatically. She smiled reassuringly as he slowly lifted it to his ear. "Hello?"

Grace could hear a very faint, tinny version of her uncle's voice reply, "Mr. Jimmy Palmer?"

"Y-yes, sir?" Jimmy answered, swallowing nervously.

"I understand you're staying with my niece," Uncle Jack continued, in a challenging tone.

"Y-yes, sir. I work with Agent Todd."

"And you thought it wise for you, a 25-year-old man, to live with a 15-year-old girl?" Grace was having trouble suppressing her laughter. Uncle Jack was having way too much fun playing with Jimmy's head.

"W-well, sir," Jimmy swallowed again, "I d-didn't really think of it that way..."

"You didn't? Are you gay?"

"No, sir," Jimmy replied, stunned. "I just -- I mean -- Grace is just --" The poor man was almost in tears by this point and Grace took pity on him, gently tugging the phone out of his hand.

"You just watch your step," Uncle Jack continued, "I have eyes every--"

"Uncle Jack," Grace interrupted him. "Stop teasing poor Jimmy."

"Just looking out for you, Gracie," he retorted with a smile in his voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, Uncle Jack. Whatever you say."

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"Hey," Daniel called softly poking his head into Carter's -- and temporarily Abby's -- lab. "First Sergeant Leaven is here. Agent Gibbs is about to, um, interview him."

Abby eagerly stood, checking a few running tests, and moved quickly towards the door. She didn't want to miss this show. Sam was slightly less exuberant but equally as excited. The three made their way to the elevator, which opened to reveal Ducky, Kate, Tony, and Teal'c.

"Going down?" Tony quipped.

"AgentDiNozzo, it is likely that they are indeed proceeding to the same location as ourselves to observe the interview of FirstSergeantLeaven," Teal'c reminded Tony, rendering the latter speechless.

"Right as usual, Teal'c," Daniel responded deadpan, following the two women into the car. The guard shut the doors with a scowl.

"Hey, it's a party!" Jack commented dryly as the seven trouped into his rather small office.

They all squeezed around the large glass window that looked into the briefing room. The blast doors were down, making the room seem smaller than usual. Gibbs sat in what had become 'his' seat at the table, facing 1SG Leaven with only his coffee on the table between them.

The first sergeant, for his part, was incredibly composed. He sat straight in his chair but not stiffly, exuding calm and confidence, staring attentively but unconcernedly at Gibbs. He wasn't a particularly large man but he had an air of self-assurance that made him seem much bigger. His dirty blonde hair was neatly trimmed to regulation; his green eyes, while pointed straight ahead, gave the impression of taking in the whole room. In short, Kate surmised, he's a textbook former Marine.

Gibbs began with a straightforward question. "What happened when you went through the Stargate with Colonel Havelock?"