Three Hours Later

As Frankie sat outside French's apartment sipping coffee, Gibbs and Jane sat at her desk doing the same. Jane got up and stalked around the bullpen. She'd began to feel antsy and it showed. Her felt her palms sweating and she needed to lay off the coffee. Her nervous system was beginning to get shaky. She hated hurry up and wait. Gibbs was slightly more laid back about it. He knew French would make a move and he'd do it soon. He knew they'd just have to wait for the move and when was the only question. French would answer that question soon enough.

McGee and Abby sat in the lab with coffee and Caff-Pow. Both the GPS location program and the facial recognition program were working perfectly.

French hadn't moved out of his apartment yet but it was only a matter of time.

The wire tap specialist had been given the okay to set up his equipment in the bullpen with Gibbs and Rizolli. Jon Walton was his name and according to the higher ups in the precinct, he's the best. Gibbs doubted anyone could be better than Abby but he'd give the man a chance. Walton motioned for quiet and then turned on the sound so that both Gibbs and Jane could hear the conversation. "Hey Quint, it's me, Jerry."

The voice on the other end was angry. "Where the hell were you today? We had to delay the blasting in Rhode Island."

Jerry used his most apologetic voice to respond. "Yeah I'm sorry about not showing up to work today. I got hauled into police headquarters for a chat. It appears someone planted a bomb on a ship in the harbor."

Quint wasn't buying it. "You didn't do something that stupid did you?"

French laughed a hollow laugh. He didn't think it was funny. "Nah, it wasn't me. Call the guys and we'll meet down at Monty's at eight. Yeah see you there."

The phone went dead. Jon played with his dials and listened to the playback for a few more minutes and then turned to Jane. "He called a Quinten Dejardin in Plymouth. I sent a request in to look him up for you. They'll get back to us shortly with a file on Dejardin."

Gibbs was on the phone with McGee. "Hey McGee, did our boy make any move yet? No. Well he'll be making one shortly. He's made plans to go out this evening. Keep an eye on him, will yah. Have Abby do a background search on a Quinten Desjardin. Boston PD is doing the same. Go real deep on him." He hung up.

Jane's knee bounced with her impatience. "What do we do now Superman? Do we pick up this Desjardin?"

Gibbs gave her his standard stare and shook his head no. "Be patient Rizolli, jeez this is just starting. We'll have our answers before midnight."

Jane didn't feel better because of his words. "What's McGee doing? And this Abby girl, she's good?"

Gibbs reached across the desk and touched her hand. "My people are the best. Don't worry about anything. He got up and walked to the door that led to the vending machines. Relax and let me buy you dinner. It won't be as good as O'Malley's but beggars can't be choosers. You can pour the coffee." With those words he left the room. Jon Walton just smiled. He watched Jane get coffee for the agent and a decaf for herself. No one would believe him if he told them. He knew better than to ask her to get some for him so he went to get coffee for himself with her.

An hour later Gibb's had just finished cleaning up after their meal when his phone rang. "Gibbs." He put it on speaker so that Jane could hear what Abby had to say.

Abby was on a roll. "Quinten Desjardin was born in Quebec in 1979. He moved to the United States with his parents in 1985. He has no known record. His father, Phillippe, owns Desjardin Wrecking Company out of South Boston. They demolish older buildings up and down the coast from Maine to Virginia. The company specializes in implosion or a slow controlled burn with little or no after effects. The company has about forty employees. We are currently looking at all of them through different data bases. There are some employees that have been hired from overseas and we've asked Interpol for help with that. It may take some time."

Gibbs grimaced at the idea of spending more time. They didn't have much. It was almost a certainty that whoever had tried before would try again. "Thanks Abs. Talk to you later."

Jane sat across from him watching the disappointment on his face. She believed him when he said they'd have their answers by midnight. It looked like it wouldn't happen that quickly, it was seven thirty after all. Jane's phone rang. "Rizolli….She put her phone on speaker so that they all could listen.

Frankies voice came through the speakers. It had a sense of urgency to it. "He's left his apartment and I'll be keeping close to him."

Frankie still sat in his car watching and waiting for French to get a little ahead of him. "He's in my sights and will follow him on foot. Com is coming up so stay with me."

Gibbs cut in. "We'll be with you every inch of the way." Jethro spoke into his phone. "McGee… our boy is moving."

McGee nodded to no one. "Got him Boss. The tracker is working quite well. We have good cam pictures as well. You are tracking in person too?"

Gibbs smiled because he knew that McGee wouldn't have expected him to go just digitally. He knew Gibbs was old school as well and would have someone physically tracking French as well. "Yeah McGee, we are. Keep your coms up and ready." He sensed McGee nodding absently to him.

Frankie followed French slowly and at a distance so that he'd never be someone that French would pick out in a crowd. There were stops to examine store windows while watching out of the corner of his eye. French never noticed him or if he did he never made a move to lose him. The walk wasn't long but it was circuitous. They walked past Monty's twice. French stopped in a little corner store for cigarettes and some gum. Frankie waited outside across the street next to a panel truck. When French came back out he never looked around he just walked back to Monty's and went inside.

Frankie tapped his earwig. "He's inside of Monty's. Do you want me to go inside or go around back and make sure he stays put?"

Abby had the eyes on him, so to speak. Did they want to take a chance of exposing Frankie? "Go around back and make sure they don't leave that way. Abby and McGee will have your back on this one."

Frankie went behind Monty's and settled in for the evening.

Gibbs grabbed his coat and handed Rizolli hers. "Let's go keep Frankie company and see if we can finish this."