Disclaimer: Still not wealthy or famous, so no. I don't own these characters. I'm just borrowing them to play for a little while.

"This is really bad Mike. As in mucho, grande, problemo." Sam said the next afternoon. He was eating yogurt and worrying.

"Why is this such a big problem Sam?" Michael wondered. "You've hit up your friends at the bureau for favors before. Why is this any different?" Michael was going through one of the many thick files that needed to be sorted with one hand helping Fiona clean a gun with his other hand. One of the many benefits to all of the spy training was the almost inevitable development of ambidexterity and the ability to multi task.

"Because Booth was a really good buddy of mine Mike, like almost as good a buddy as you are, and he knows how I work." Sam took another bite of yogurt. "Now he's here in Miami investigating a murder of a marine that we were at least indirectly responsible for, and it is a huge problem."

"Well if you know him that well Sam then it should be all the easier to dispatch him back to Washington quickly."

"Oooohhhhh, I like the sound of the dispatching." Fiona said gleefully.

Michael sighed, "Whole Fi. Not in a cardboard box."

"You never let me have any fun Michael."

Michael decided to disregard this comment and instead turned to his best friend who was still dejectedly piling yogurt into his mouth, "Okay Sam, tell me about this Agent Booth guy."

"No problem there. Umm... okay let's see. Big sports player in school. Was a sniper with the rangers, in fact he had the highest accuracy rating ever, not to mention longest shot record." Sam stopped for a minute when he realized something. "I think he was in Afghanistan around the same time you were. He's got a younger brother named Jared who's in military intelligence. His family life was-" Sam cut himself off abruptly when he realized exactly what he was about to say.

Michael looked up from his file at Sam, "His family life was what Sam?"

"It uh," Sam swallowed. "Strikes a little close to home for you."

Something behind Michael's eyes shut down. Michael was never an openly happy guy but normally there was at least a bit of light behind his eyes. When there wasn't people who had crossed him generally started to have untraceable, deadly, accidents. "Go on Sam," he said. His voice was even and calm, but also strangely dead and cold. It made Fiona put down the gun she was cleaning and lean her head against Michael's shoulder.

Sam weighed his options. He could keep going and give useful information, or shut the hell up and save his friend some emotional trauma. He decided to just spit it out, "His mom died when he was a little kid. His dad was an abusive alcoholic with money issues, and he basically raised his little brother until he was twelve."

"What happened after that?" Fiona asked. She assumed it would be best to try to keep things quick and clinical for Michael's sake.

"His grandfather pulled him and his brother the hell out of there and he joined the rangers right out of college."

Michael nodded. "Is there anything else i should know?"

Sam thought about it for a moment. "Only that he's still one hell of a shot Mike. I mean if he decides to shoot you he is not going to miss."

"What about languages? Hand to hand skills?" Michael was trying to pull every relevant detail possible.

"Spanish, French, Pashto, some Dari. He was an altar boy, so he knows some Latin. That's it on languages," Sam said, finishing his yogurt. "Hand to hand is nothing special. He can box like a champ but no specific training. Just basic military self-defense and he can throw one hell of a Haymaker."

Michael nodded. That was fairly basic, and easy to deal with. "Weapons besides the gun?"

Sam shrugged, "Combat knife probably. He isn't half bad with explosives."

"Well then that shouldn't be too bad to take care of."

"What shouldn't be to hard to take care of?" Jesse asked from the door as he entered.

"Sam's FBI friend," Fiona supplied. She had returned to cleaning her gun.

Jesse nodded easily and flopped into a chair next to Sam. "The safe house are good to go Mike. Stocked up on everything from crackers to C4."

"Good job Jesse. Grab a beer from the fridge." Sam congratulated.

Michael raised his eyebrows at Sam but didn't comment. Over the years he had just gotten used to having his home invaded and sharing the entire contents of his fridge between the entire team. Ever since Fiona had first broken into the loft he had just decided it wasnt worth getting upset over anymore.

Jesse went to the fridge, "And grab me one while your there!" Sam called after him.

Michael sighed in resignation and dropped his head backwards. Fiona rubbed his temples sympathetically and tugged the file from Michael's limp fingers. "Enough filing. We will deal with it later," she told him.

Michael opened his eyes and thought about protesting for a moment before giving up and shutting his eyes again.

"Angela you are a genius!" McGee exclaimed as they finally broke one of the last lines of encryption on the Michael Westen black file.

"Ah, thanks McCutypie." Angela replied from D.C.

"McCutypie?" Tony questioned. "That's a new one. Can I use that?"

"Sure sweetie."

"Awesome!" Tony grinned and gave a big thumbs up.

"Who you taking to Angie?" Hodgins asked when he entered Angela's office.

"Just some boys from NCIS," Angela grabbed Hodgins hand and pulled him into the camera view. "Sweeties this is my husband Hodgins. Jack this is McGee and Tony."

"Hi everybody. Hey, is it true that-"

"Jack," Angela cut him off. "We talked about the conspiracy theories right?"

Hodgins nodded.

"And what did we decide on?"

Hodgins sighed. "Only on every third wendsday of the month."

"Good honey. Now why don't you go get us some lunch. You can tell me about your newest conspiracy theory a week from tomorrow. Okay?"

Hodgins sighed and nodded. "Okay Ang. Finish this up soon. Remember we're picking up Michael a little early from day care so the baby sitter can watch him while we go out to dinner." After that he left."

"Okay, we should only have one more line to go before this file is good to read."

For the next few minutes the only sounds were the clicking of keyboards.

"And program run." McGee said. "This should do it."

"Okay, bye McSweetie. Call me back if it doesn't work for some reason."

McGee nodded. "Okay Angela. Talk to you soon."

With that and a smile, Angela closed the link.

"Here we go. Here we go." McGee muttered. The program ran and McGee started clicking through the file. When he reached a certain page he nearly spat coffee all over the screen. Instead he started to choke.

"Elf Lord? Are you okay?" Tony asked smacking him on the back.

When McGee managed to gather enough breath to speak he gasped. "Ca-call." hack "G-Gi." Hack "Gibbs." Hack hack.

For once without comment, Tony flipped out his cell phone.

A/N: Sorry I took a few days to update! I was really buisy! Any way I hope you think this chapter was good, but you have to let me know! I thought it was about time we heard from the lovely folks over at the Jeffersonian, I hope I portrayed them correctly. Next chapter the NCIS and Bones team will read up on Michael, and within the next two everyone will run into eachother. We are talking major clash of the titans. Review! Review! Review!