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"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby squealed. She bounced up to him beaming. She had traded out her normal white lab coat for one of the blue ones that the Jeffersonian wore. The color clashed jarringly with her pale skin, black hair, and red plaid skirt. Her hair was in it's normal pig tails. "This place is amazing! I would kill for like, a quarter of this equipment!"

"Abby."

"Seriously, I love Major Mass Spec but this equipment-"

"Abby!" Gibbs cut her off. "What have you got?"

Abby sighed and went over to Angela. "Ang! Fire up the mega screen."

"Okay, here we are," Angela said. She pressed a few buttons on her control tablet and a mess of coding came up on the screen.

To Gibbs it looked like nothing but alphabet soup mixed with ones and zeros. He squinted to try and make sense of the mess. "What the hell is all that?" he asked.

"That Agent Gibbs," Angela said. "Is Michael Westen's life."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Yeah I know that I just thought we had gotten past the part were it's nothing but gibberish."

"We did Gibbs," Abby piped up. Gibbs waited for her to come farther towards the point. "This is just the god part. It's kind of like the directors cut of a movie. You get all of the good bits that you normally miss."

"Only we can't read it." Gibbs summed up with exasperation.

"No."

He raised his eyebrows. "Where's the good part here Abbs?"

"Coming Gibbs, patients is a virtue. Angela, McGee, and I have designed a program that will take this gibberish and turn it into a full on biography." Abby explained with a grin.

"And when are we unavailing this movie?" Gibbs asked with a small smile.

Abby smiled again. "You've just caught the premier."

"What's all this about premiers and movies?" Tony asked as he entered the room. He even had a boll of popcorn ready to go.

"Tony!" Abby squealed. "Your right in time for the world premier of La Vida de Super Spy." She caught sight of the popcorn. "And you come bearing snacks! Did you remember refreshments?"

Tony pulled a large Caf-Pow from behind his back and presented it with a flourish. "I did my lady."

"Thank you kind sir."

Tony turned towards Angela. "And for the other lovely lady with the computers an extra foamy mocha-chino For the Elf Lord I have a de-caf, and for the boss man, one extra large black."Tony produced the beverages from a cup carrier and took a sip from his own drink.

Angela blew him a kiss and started up the computer program. The letters and numbers began to shift into readable sentences and processable information. Tony let out a long whistle. Along with the information that they had already learned there were pages upon pages of black ops and missions. Averted bombings, dead terrorists, taken down cartels, destroyed KGB units, and people beaten into the kind of pulp that gets packed into sausages. There was more to, so so much more. It was awing, and terrifying.

"Gibbs, if even half of this stuff is correct, then the guy being interviewed by Sweets is probably one of the most dangerous operatives in the world."

"Yeah," Gibbs said with a sigh. "Or one of the best men who's had to do some of the worst things for the best reasons." After that Gibbs stepped closer to the doors. He had seen most of what he needed to see from a file. Now he would have to watch the actual man.

"That only leaves us with one question then," said Booth's voice from the other door making everybody except Gibbs jump. "Which one is he."

That was greeted by absolute silence for several long moments as the question hung ominously in the air.

"Is their anyone who might really really want Westen killed? I mean, more than the rest of them." McGee asked. "Did he let anything slip to you agent Booth?"

Booth thought. "Not in particular but I heard him mention to his girlfreind that the only place where more people wanted him killed than D.C was Russia."

"And in defense of the Russians I can't blame them. According to this file Michael took out more Russian bad guys in six months than a whole team had managed in three years. Their are probably a lot of people who want him dead from over there."

"Where is Westen and the rest of his crew?" Gibbs asked Booth.

"Michael, Sam, and Fiona are being driven here by agent Cole as we speak. He called to say they were leaving about five minutes ago but they probably hit traffic around this time of day." Booth answered. "Misses Westen is taking care of Charlie with Miss David, Bones and Cam. Their enjoying spoiling the little guy."

Tony shuddered. "Ziva with paternal instincts. I'm still having nightmares."

"Well I think Charlie could use a playmate. I'm going to introduce him to Michael Vincent when work is over." Angela put in before exclaiming. "Jesus Christ over seven languages? Who speaks that many?"

"What are the languages? I only saw a few mentioned earlier." McGee asked with a sudden interest.

"Gaelic, Russian, German, Farsi, Pashtu, Spanish-"

"That last ones a lie." said Michael's voice as he Sam and Fi walked through the door. "I've never been able to speak Spanish."

Angela was confused. "But you've lived in Miami for over half your life. How can you not speak Spanish?"

Michael glared at her using the look he had patented during the six months when he was stationed in Nigeria to deal with gun runners. Angela shrank back in to her chair. That look was freaking terrifying. Then Michael turned back to the screen. "I see you guys have been enjoying reading about my life, can we get down to who's trying to kill everyone in it?"

"Do you have any leads?" Gibbs asked.

Jesse handed over a tape. "Put that in the player. It's the surveillance tape from Ruth's apartment." he told them.

Angela played the tape. The screen was blank for a while and Angela fast forwarded the tape until a figure came into view. "Wait!" Jesse shouted. "Stop it right there."

A face was in view. "Chechik." Michael groaned.

"Who?" Booth asked.

"Chechik is an ex KGB general who really wants me dead." Abby handed Angela a five dollar bill because Angela had bet that the Russians wanted Michael dead the most. "We thought we had taken care of him but apparently not." Michael explained.

"Who's that with him?" Gibbs asked, pointing at another figure in the frame.

Angela backed up the tape to reveal a smug face smiling straight into the camera like the Cheshire Cat. Fiona gasped, Jesse and Sam stiffened, and Michael let out a long sigh.

"Larry."

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