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Chapter: The Mafia Boss

Early morning in Washington. Electric streetlights glittering outside the frost covered windows of the Pentagon. Trees in the yard outside the symbolic building resembled skeletons, covered in a frozen layer of ice. From inside the building lights could be seen signifying that the building was preparing for its usual commuting of senators, generals and various other military or government officials. Cameras on the outer walls of the building caught any sign of movement, the guards, now sitting just inside the doors, warming their hands just inside the threshold of the building.

Two men tramp up towards the building, their breath rising in delicate swirls of ice crystals, apparently in a heated argument. One, a formidable man in a black over coat, was gesticulating wildly at the other. His partner laughed and shook his head, which apparently aggravated the other further. The laughing man's face was half hidden beneath a military hat pulled low to keep the snow out of his eyes.

The man watching them grumbled something under his breath. His name was Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, an agent working with NCIS. 'Great… this is just great.' Tony grouched in his head. The moment he had entered his office yesterday he was informed that he was to leave for the Pentagon, why, he wouldn't say. The only explanation was that he'd be debriefed upon his arrival. 'Debriefed upon arrival… this is just peachy…' He glared out the window of the car blandly, his leather clad hands held a Starbuck's Coffee cup, filled to the brim with fresh coffee. Sitting next to him was Special Agent Isabella "Izzy" Bouquet. Tony's brown hair was brushed forward slightly, his sunglasses blocking the harsh winter sun from his blue eyes.

"Are you usually this quiet Agent DiNozzo?"

"Tony, and no I'm not usually this quiet." He looked over at her. The fact he could say anything from his usual arsenal peaked his interest in this tanned blonde woman. "Where did you say you got back from?"

"I didn't but I was in Chile. Keeping an eye on the Navy Ships down there."

"I see you got a good tan while you were there." He eyes her manicured fingernails, cloth and hemp bracelets and the way that she had her legs crossed, her foot tapping to the music inside her head. The bangle earrings flipped against the side of her neck. Today she wore a long black jacket with a periwinkle silk scarf Her shirt was a tight turquoise long sleeved shirt with a lace trimmed navy blue tank underneath. The shirts were pulled over the top of her tight Number 7 jeans, a periwinkle cloth belt was wrapped low around her hips, her gun in a shoulder holster.

"I did have some lay away time while I was there Agent DiNozzo…" Tony grimaced at the icy tone in her voice. There must be some way to break this chick. She's tough. Her hair was down around her shoulders. Hanging down her back in a sheet of buttery blonde. Her bangs brushed over to the left side today fell over her eyes delicately as she swirled the hot Latte in her coffee cup.

"So are you always this cold to men or is it just me?" He flashed one of his famous, or infamous, smiles from his arsenal of various facial expressions. She didn't even look up.

"Maybe it's just you but I don't know… Maybe it's the Gibbs I see in you- woops! There's our man now!" She nodded towards the black coated figure making his way towards them. Tony knew why they had bought the extra coffee. A very grumpy Jethrow was making his way towards them.

"Good morning DiNozzo." Gibbs greeted and stepped into the back of the car. His silvery marine hair cut was shorter meaning that Gibbs had started using a new razor.

"Morning Boss."

"Got anything to report today DiNozzo?"

"No Boss."

"But I do." Izzy was keeping an eye on the LCD screen in the dashboard of the car Abby Scuito was standing in her office, looking up at the camera.

"What do you have Abbs?" Jethrow asked as Izzy pulled out of the parking lot.

"I have an ID on your Mr. Mysterious." She smiled. Gibbs stared at the screen.

"What are you waiting for me to die Abbs?" He asked and she turned immediately to the screen.

"He's Don Francisco Grioni. A Mafia Don who's involvement with illegal drugs was almost as clean as his murder record."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that our cold hard friend is a hired assassin for the mafia!" Abby clapped her hands together and Gibbs sighed, turning off the screen.

"This is just not going to be fun is it?" Tony looked over at Gibbs. When he didn't answer Izzy threw Tony a look and Gibbs laughed.

I know… short chap and what the hell is going on you ask? Well read the next chapter and I'll tell you… maybe…