Tony and Ziva were sitting at their desks. They both were extremely overtired. They'd spent the night in the office and got very little sleep the night before. Not that staying did much good. There were still no leads on where Gibbs and McGee might be.

Tony looked over at Ziva who was going through the files of the known Reynosa Cartel members. "Ziva, you looked at those about ten times so far. Our guy isn't just gonna magically appear."

"Yes, well, at least I am doing something," Ziva snapped.

"Hey, I'm doing something. I'm waiting for Abby to get back to me with Joanne Fielding's financials. There's not much else I can do right now," Tony said defensively.

Ziva sighed. "I am sorry, Tony. I did not mean that. I am just worried and frustrated that we have no leads."

"I know. So am I," Tony said.

"We should not have let Joanne Fielding go. She knew something. I could see it all over her face," Ziva ranted.

"Yeah, I saw it too. She's hiding something. But we can't prove that yet. We had nothing to hold her on," Tony said.

"You two idiots better have something," Mike said as he walked past them.

As if on cue, Tony's phone rang. He immediately picked it up. "DiNozzo. Hey, Abs. You did? Great, send it to my computer," he said before handing up.

"Well, don't keep us in suspense, Probie," Mike said.

"Abby got into Joanne Fielding's financial records. I'm pulling them up now. Whoa," Tony said in shock as he began to read what Abby sent him.

"What is it?" Ziva asked.

"Joanne has been wiring large sums of money to an offshore bank account for the last twenty years," Tony sad.

"How much money are talking about?" Mike asked.

"Twenty-five grand every six months," Tony said.

"That is a lot of money to be putting down," Ziva said.

"Well, from what I'm seeing here, she's not hurting for money. She's built up quite the sum. I suppose it helps that she was married to a successful doctor for almost thirty years. She inherited everything he had when she died. She doesn't live the life of luxury, so she would build up a lot of money if she didn't spend a lot," Tony said.

"It looks like she's spending a lot, just not on things you or I would. When did the payments start?" Mike asked.

"Let's see," Tony said before looking up the exact date. He then looked between the screen and Mike in shock. February 21, 1991."

Mike couldn't hide his surprise. "That's less than a week before Shannon and Kelly Gibbs were killed."

All three of them looked completely shocked. "That cannot possibly be a coincidence. Why would Joanne Fielding start wiring someone money a week before her daughter's murder?"

"We're gonna find out. Bring her back in. I'm questioning her myself," Mike said with a fierce look on his face. He was gonna get this woman to tell him exactly what was going on.

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An hour later, Mike walked into the interrogation room Joanne was in with a file in his hand. "Hello, Ms. Fielding. You remember me?"

Joanne nodded. "You don't forget the man who told you your daughter was dead. You are the agent who failed to protect my girls."

Mike didn't let the guilt he felt reach his face. He'd always and would always have remorse for not protecting Shannon and Kelly better. He'd done it to the best of his ability, but he still wished he'd been able to do something more. "You blame a lot of people for the deaths of your daughter and granddaughter. Me, Gibbs. There anyone you don't blame?"

"I blame those responsible. You both failed to protect them," Joanne said.

"Blame me all you want, but don't blame Gibbs. He wasn't even here," Mike said.

"Exactly. He was supposed to be here protecting them. It was his job," Joanne said.

Mike sat down across from Joanne. "Wasn't it yours too? You were Shannon's mother. Wasn't it your job to protect her?"

"Yes, it was," Joanne said. That was why she'd done what she did, to protect her daughter and granddaughter. She'd done what no one else seemed to be capable of doing.

"Yet you didn't protect them either. In fact, according to this, you look guilty of helping to hurt them," Mike said before taking out a copy of Joanne's bank records and placing them in front of her. He didn't think she did was involved in what happened, but evidence did suggest it. He was hoping that if he insinuated that Joanne was involved somehow in the murders that she would give them something.

Joanne glanced at the records and then looked back up at Mike. "I fail to see what this has to do with anything."

"Really? You took wired a large sum of money to an off shore account not even a full weak before your daughter and granddaughter were murdered. You've wired that same amount of money twice a year for the last twenty years. Now, I can only see one reason for that," Mike said.

Joanne glared at him. "Are you accusing me of murdering my own daughter and granddaughter?"

"No. The Reynosa Cartel murdered them. I'm accusing you of selling them out and paying them off," Mike clarified. Again, he didn't think that was the case. His instincts told him something else was going on, but he knew accusing her would get a big reaction out of her.

"That is an insulting notion! They were my girls! I loved them with everything in me!" Joanne yelled. She would not be accused of killing her family. She loved them, so much so that she had been willing to let them go forever to save their lives.

"Then tell me who you paid off and why," Mike ordered.

Joanne was quiet for a minute. She could not do that. The world needed to believe that Shannon and Kelly were dead. "I want a lawyer."

"No," Mike said immediately.

"Excuse me?" Joanne asked as if she heard wrong.

"You're not getting a lawyer. And before you start preaching about your rights, let me tell you that I'm not an agent anymore. I no longer have to care about your rights. The only thing I care about is the two agents that are missing. I know you know something about what happened to them. You're not leaving until I find out what that is," Mike told her.

"I don't know anything about what happened to Jethro and that other agent. And I certainly didn't have anything to do with Reynosa Cartel. Did it ever occur to you that perhaps the money was just me helping out a friend?" Joanna asked.

"No one's generous enough to give away fifty grand a year. There are only two reasons for doling out that kind of money. Either you're consistently buying something you shouldn't be buying or you're paying someone off. We're gonna track that money. Where do you think it's gonna lead? Back to your friend, Nick? How soon do you think he'll betray whatever it is your hiding when we bring him in and charge him with kidnapping two federal agents?" Mike asked.

Joanne began to get worried. She doubted Nick would ever admit to what his job was, but if he were arrested, he wouldn't be able to protect Shannon and Kelly. If that happened, her girls would be in serious danger. But what could she do. There was nothing she could do without telling Franks Shannon and Kelly were alive. She couldn't do that. "I have nothing to say."

Just then, the door opened and Tony entered the room. "Mike, could I have a word?"

Mike immediately got up and followed Tony out of the room. "This better be good, Probie."

"We got a lead on where Gibbs and McGee might have been taken. They got pretty far. I put a bolo on the car we saw on the traffic cam. A car matching the description was ditched in Nebraska sometime yesterday," Tony explained.

"Let's go," Mike said before walked back towards the bullpen.