Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm only borrowing from those who can afford it.

While McGee was decrypting and Tony was taking care of his paper work, Booth, Bones, Gibbs, and Ziva, were at the Miami coroners office examining the body. When they arrived Gibbs dispatched Ziva with instructions to take pictures of the crime scene while he photographed the body for Ducky. Booth was taking notes of the scene.

"What are you thinking here Bones?" Booth asked as the forensic anthropologist got a good look at the remains.

"I am thinking that there is really way to much flesh left on this body. Cam would probably be more useful in this situation." She answered.

"Yeah but you're a genius. Just you know, tell me what you think killed him, we'll send off some pictures of the body to Dr. Mallard and Cam and then you can get all of the flesh removed and work your magic. Just tell me what you can from this." Booth waited expectantly for an answer.

"Hmmmm..."

Booth was poised and ready to take notes, "Hmmmm... what?"

"Well I am uncomfortable working with this much flesh but I am reasonably comfortable with the assumption that cause of death comes from the multiple bullets riddling his flesh. The ones lodged in his frontal, pariatle, and clavicle, are most likely the kill shots." She explained.

"Well great. We'll stop by the evidence lock up and have everything shipped to the Jeffersonian."

"I want my forensic scientist involved on this one Agent Booth," Gibbs said as he appeared from behind Booth.

Booth jumped slightly and turned to face Gibbs. "Okay first off, you need to make more noise when you walk. Okay? One of these days you are going to wind up giving someone a heart attack.

Gibbs took a moment to show some skepticism at Booth's words. No one had ever actually commented on his mode of silent transportation and it's repercussions. At least, not to his face.

"Secondly, I have no problem with involving your forensic scientist but everyone at the Jeffersonian is a genius and I want them working this," Booth finished.

Gibbs shrugged. "Fine, we'll collaborate."

"Where should the Squints meet up?"

Gibbs was confused "Squints?"

"Aha!" Bones exclaimed. "I knew that that name was not a universal law enforcement term!"

Booth sighed and explained, "Squints is an FBI term for scientists. You know the specialist ones."

"Why the term Squints?"

Booth was getting impatient now. "Because! Scientist, they, you know, squint at things," After that Booth tried to change the subject back to the one they had originally been discussing. "Any way we still need to decide where the squints will have their collaboration party."

"I don't know what kind of facilities they have at NCIS, but the Jeffersonian lab is state of the art, it also has all the newest equipment available. You can direct your forensic scientist and medical examiner to go there. I'll call Cam and inform her."

Gibbs nodded and then the phone rang. "Yeah Tony. What is it."

"Um, well I don't want to alarm you but I think we found something big."

"How big DiNozzo?"

"Well, we had to go through a whole ton of security to look at any of it,"

"Not alarmed yet DiNozzo."

"The alarming part is, well, I think McGee is choking on hotel coffee," Tony explained. The other agents could hear the sounds of hacking and panting in the background.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Okay, we're coming. And Tony?"

"Yeah Boss?"

"Try giving McGee the Heimlich. We need him to be able to breathe."

Tony nodded. "Got it boss. One breathing Probie coming right up, but boss?"

"Yeah?" Gibbs, Booth, and, Bones were getting into the car at this point.

"Do I have to give him mouth to mouth?"

Gibbs tried to formulate a reply for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth it, just clicking the phone shut.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had reconvened in the hotel room, and McGee (who's breathing rate had been returned to normal) was getting ready to go through the file. Ziva who had returned to the hotel before the others was sitting brushing her hair which was wet from taking a shower. She had been ordered by McGee to stay a certain distance away from the computers and technology while her hair was wet.

"This is the Westen file and if half of what's in it is true then we have a serious issue."

"Why McGee?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, his family life was fairly standard for CIA operatives. Lower income neighborhood, basically raised his little brother Nathan, his father was an alcoholic and believed to be abusive but no charges were ever filed. His mother Madeline gets a check from the government every month and she still lives in the same house that she lived in when the boys were growing up."

Booth, who had stiffened silently at the mention of Michael's father forced himself to act normally. "Print out the address. I want to go talk to the mother."

McGee nodded and returned to the file. Bones moved towards him and murmured, "Booth are you alright."

Booth shook his head. "I know what it's like to have an abusive father and to raise a little brother. I hate that anyone else ever had to go through what I did."

"Sometimes there's nothing you can do. You can't save everyone."

"I know that Bones, It's just, what I went through still gives me nightmares, and I got out early. For someone to have to take that kind of crap for their entire childhood, I just can't wrap my head around how he made it this long." Booth muttered.

Bones patted his shoulder sympathetically and flashed a disapproving glare at Gibbs who had been listening to the conversation with interest.

"Does he have a criminal record McGee?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah, a pretty extensive one too." he answered

"How extensive?" Gibbs asked, immediately focused.

"Well, put it this way, Westen stole more cars by the time he turned twelve than most professional criminals do in their entire careers. The arrests span from the time he turned ten, up until he joined the army at seventeen with permission from both parents."

"Why did he steal the cars?" Tony asked.

"That's the strange bit. He never did anything with them except go to the store and take his brother to the doctors office."

"Medical records?" Gibbs prompted.

He was a reasonably healthy kid according to his pediatrician, but he did check himself into the emergency room a few times, and he refused to name a cause for his injuries. Teachers also reported Michael coming into school with injuries. Small stuff, black eyes, limps, semi-large cuts, other bruises. That sort of thing."

Booth looked like he was trying very hard to maintain a normal breathing rate.

"According to his report card he could have been valedictorian in highschool if he hadn't been caught fighting so many times. He joined the military straight out of highschool. Never played any sports or got involved in any clubs."

That was the end of the child hood section so McGee started to move on to Michael's skill set. "In terms of weapons, basically, you name it, he can kill you with it."

"What about languages?" Ziva questioned.

"Hand to hand combat?" Booth wanted to know.

"Languages are French, Dari, Pash Tu, Farsi, Russian, German, Arabic, Turkish, Urdu, Greek, and Gaelic."

Ziva nodded. Most of the languages matched up with her own repertoire.

"Now the hand to hand combat section is where things get a little bit scary," McGee warned.

"Tell us McGee," Gibbs ordered.

"His combat trainer said he was unbelievable. Never a move that didn't hit a good target, and never a move waisted. No weaknesses and great fighting form. Top physical shape. The man has thirty years of karate experience not to mention army combat training."

"How does he work?" Gibbs asked quietly. "Does he have any psychological weakness?"

McGee looked up at Gibbs. "He's a machine boss. No chinks in the armor. In his entire career he never quit a job until the objective was achieved. Refused some orders doing it to. All in all he was a damn good spy until he just vanished of the face of the Earth about eight years ago." McGee spun around in his chair. "That's basically where the file ends. There are a few more details on family life, but everything on his career was either never computerized or buried deep."

There was a long moment of silence before Booth asked, "What does burned mean?"

"You mean other than the skin affliction caused by over exposure to ultra-violet light?" Bones clarified.

"It means he's dangerous and probably unstable. The government fired him and erased his life entirely from existence." Ziva explained. "Being unstable is the only way you get one of those."

"One of what?" Tony asked.

Ziva looked straight at Tony. "A Burn Notice."

A/N: Dun, dun duh dunnnnnnnnnn... Amonosness. I thought it was a good way to end the chapter. I got a complaint about how the investiagtors weren't doing much investigating so I hope that this is a little better. Also to answer another question, Booth and Brennan are not together yet but they probably will be. There will also be some Tiva. Review for me!