Disclaimers: I do not at any accounts own the show NCIS and its canon characters and I never will.

A/N: I feel that this is the second story that I have neglected so far in my FF life. I feel so horrible because of that. Please forgive me for the misgivings. Review, enjoy, and forgive if you wish!

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Tony entered his bullpen with a silent worry and a fake cheerfulness. He glanced at his boss' desk but found that the man wasn't there. He's probably with the Director. He looked at Ziva and McGee who were already set up in their desks. He walked to his, took off his piece and badge and put them in a drawer, and sat down.

He then noticed what was on his desk. It was the sheets of papers that he needed to sign from Jenny. He had been so caught up doing what the CIA wanted him to do that he totally forgot that he had to do what the NCIS wanted him to do.

This is what one gets for working two agencies. That's why it never worked for Barbell. And it sure won't work for me.

But he would have to try. It had been a week since his last meeting with Kort and he was greatly pleased. He didn't like talking to that CIA-man. He wasn't sure if he could trust the guy to watch his six. He probably has a different code for that one.

His deep cover as Anthony DiNardo the film professor is well done and believed greatly by Jeanne, her mother, and her friends. But he knew that her father thought otherwise. He would have to be very careful. He has been having more of those private chats with La Grenouille or Rene as the older man wanted Tony to call him. A lot of it was hints about what the business could be but nothing more.

Instead Jeanne would be around and they would talk about how she and Tony met and films.

He sighed as he took one of the many folders and opened it. He laid it across his desk and took out one of his pencils. He signed his signatures on each papers and marked 'yes' or 'no' on the sheet.

To his surprise it has been quite easy hiding the fact that he was working for the CIA along with the NCIS. No one was suspicious and no one thought any differently of him. If he was late they would think he slept the night over at his woman's home. If he was early that would be because he liked coming early. If he was on time they would just say he thought he was in trouble.

His deep cover was covered well and not even Gibbs knew. He smiled lightly to himself at the thought of actually hiding something from Gibbs but he has done that plenty of times. After all didn't he hide the truth of his cover work for Jen with La Grenouille?

Speaking of which he realized what Ducky meant by "The Frog" being refined. The older man had a good taste in wine. That's obvious! He's French. This Rene Benoit actually watched a lot of good films. And he could tell that the father loved his daughter greatly. If he wasn't a Special Agent, if he wasn't helping the CIA, and if he didn't know what the older man did for a living he had to admit to himself that he would readily like or maybe love the guy.

"The Frog" was charming, funny, kind, and honorable but Tony saw the glint of cleverness and mischief all over the eyes. He did not like that look.

Tony shook his head and grabbed another of his files. He opened and found the file on Kort and his purpose in the La Grenouille case. He raised an eyebrow. So the Director is suspicious of him? Interesting…. He read the files further down and realized that he had to give Jen a description. He quickly wrote it down and stacked it with the other files he had already gone through as he was thinking.

There was two more file. Taking one of them he opened to find that it was for La Grenouille himself. Trent is right… Jenny is obsessed with "the Frog." He didn't want to think that but he knew it was the truth. He's been seeing more and more of the man's picture over on Jen's TV screen, computer screen, and etc. He cautiously opened the file and looked it over. In it was every bit of information that Jen knew about La Grenouille. He was amazed at the detail and at the knowledge. It wasn't till after Kort gave him a file that was a little more detailed and diverse than the one he was reading now to make him know some things about the arms dealer.

From the corner of his eye he saw Gibbs entered with the usual tall dark coffee from Starbucks in his hand after having in interview with the Director. Gibbs didn't bother to glance at any of them so they didn't say anything too. He sat at his desk and grabbed his own files, looking through them thoroughly.

Tony scratched his cheek and ran a hand through his hair. He looked over the rest of the file and at the end found a note from Jen hidden in an easy code-like-manner.

I kown you can raed tihs. Lsietn to me good! I've got a lttile mtaetr for you dael wtih, oaky? I need you to cmoe to my oiffce at mdingiht. The doors wlil be oepn for you. I'll be wiaitng.

He couldn't help but grin at the way Jen made his secret message. He nodded inwardly and closed the file. So the Director wanted to see him in her office at midnight. He wondered what it could be about but he had a strange feeling that it had something to do with La Grenouille and operations.

She'll never stop will she? He took out the last folder and opened. His eyes widened in shock and he couldn't help but involuntary gasp. His eyes widened further at the embarrassment and the surprise of his outburst. He glanced at Ziva and McGee and found that they didn't notice but as he watched from the corner of his eye he realized that Gibbs heard for he sensed, felt, and saw the older man looking at him in question.

Tony turned to his boss and shrugged, mouthing, "Nothing, boss."

Gibbs didn't look like he believed him but let the matter go and returned to his work.

Tony too did the same and silently screamed as he looked at the file. The file looked like all of the other files but once he opened it did he realize what the file was. It was not given to him by Jen. It was given to him by Kort.

How did that man do it? But then he knew the answer. It was quite obvious. He's a CIA-man! They must have people hidden in every American based agency too. It unnerved Tony that Kort had his hand high in the NCIS. He shook his head and forced himself to think happy thoughts and to calm down.

There was a note and files under it.

Don't be so shocked, Special Agent DiNozzo.

I do have my ways you should surely know that by now. La Grenouille is growing very interested in you. He truly believes that you know nothing of his business and he told me himself that he can see the love you have for his daughter. As I have found out he will try to force you from your loyalties. Keep up the great work and I'll see you when I'll you.

"Alright!" Gibbs suddenly said aloud. Tony jumped but luckily no one saw while Ziva and McGee shot their heads up.

"The FBI have sent us a body down up from Michigan." Gibbs explained. "Agent Fornell has explained to me that the victim is a petty officer that just returned home from Iraq. They didn't know that the man was a part of the Navy because the vic wanted no more ties to us. They have processed and they have studied the crime scene. I don't like looking at the crime by pictures and video by its all we have since the superiors of the FBI in Michigan have already cleaned the crime scene up.

"Vic's name?" McGee asked, setting up his computer. He was ready to find any information on the victim.

"I hate that they sent the damn evidence for us to process and everything else for us to do." Gibbs growled. "His license plate is H4K29."

"Is there a space between two of those?" McGee asked, only to get an annoyed nod from Gibbs.

"I've already sent a few people up to interview the FBI agents." Gibbs said. He looked at Tony. "DiNozzo!" He noticed that Tony had completely ignored the whole discussion about the situation between their agency and the FBI. He glanced at the file that Tony was looking at and said, "I hope that is something that can wait." He wasn't suggesting.

Tony looked up. He could tell from the look of Ziva and McGee's faces that they had a case and that he completely didn't here any of it. Or so they thought. He had listened to everything with a sharp ear but couldn't stop himself from reading over the files that Kort sent him.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled.

Tony smiled. "I already got the vic's name." He had been given a file on his victim thanks to the help of Kort. I will need to ask him how he knew the victim. But for now he didn't care. He turned to his computer to find that his computer was set up already finished searching the victim's license plate.

"Well?" Gibbs asked, somewhat impressed that his Senior Field Agent actually got something.

Ziva just shook her head and McGee remained in shock. He just couldn't believe that Tony got to the name before he did.

"Petty officer Hector Ramon Sanchez. Thirty seven years old. Hispanic. Went to Iraq a year ago and was dispatched back to the States a month ago."

Gibbs smiled slightly at Tony, impressed even more. Tony glanced to his computer and saw all the information of Sanchez gone. Strange, it was here a minute ago. He glanced at the first three pages of his final file. It was filled with information all about the victim and his dealings with the protest against the War in Iraq.

He then saw another note on the bottom of the third page:

Surprising isn't it? I have power where your agency doesn't. This is a reward for you continuing help with La Grenouille. I do not know the suspect's name because my own superiors would go against it but I've given you enough to at least have suspicions.

Kort had gotten into his database and hacked into his computer! But how? Tony didn't know.

McGee was typing furiously and said, "Ah-ha! In trying to keep his naval identity he changed his name on the streets to Vincent Ramona."

Ziva added, her own typing was at work but looking directly into Gibbs' eyes. "It seems he once lived here and had enemies who hated him and all things that had to do with the War in Iraq."

Gibbs nodded. "Ziva, I want you to get all the information you can get on these enemies." Ziva nodded. She turned back to her two computers and started typing away searching.

"McGee, go down to Ducky and tell me what he got from the autopsy." McGee replied a "yes, boss" and went to the elevator and down to Autopsy.

He then looked at Tony. "DiNozzo with me!" And he walked the other elevator and pressed the call button. Tony quickly stood up and closed the filed. I would definitely put it in my desk but I know better than stay without accompanying Bossman! He speed walked to Gibbs and stood next to his side.

Gibbs looked at him weirdly but once the elevator doors opened they both entered at the same time. "So what were those files you were looking at DiNozzo?" the older man suddenly asked, taking a long drink from his coffee.

Tony knew that Gibbs wanted to know, but they were all private since those were a part of all the cover work he had done, was doing, and was about to do. He decided not to look into Gibbs' eyes but straight at the elevator wall.

"Nothing, boss, just something from the Director," he slowly replied, unsure whether Gibbs would leave it at that.

Gibbs didn't look too concerned over the files but Tony could tell that he didn't like that Tony was so closely used by Jen. "Undercover business?" he then asked.

"I can't tell you, Gibbs." Tony said with a shake of his head. "Sorry, boss."

The elevator doors opened and they stepped out into the laboratory. They walked towards where the music was at. The music was loud and it was felt by both men. The music nearly rattled everything but most importantly the trays.

Gibbs walked to the stereo and turned music down once he sees Tony grinning and wincing at the force of Abby's rock music. Abby swung around in her chair and glared at Gibbs. "You didn't have to turn that off," she grumbled. "I was very into it."

Tony realized that they didn't have a Caff-Pow to give her but once they both were fully into Abby's love home he realized that there was already a Caff-Pow that was obviously full near her computer.

"Got anything for us, Abs?" Tony asked, taking a seat near Abby watching her drink from the long draw of the Caff-Pow.

"Anything for you two my fierce leader and clever friend." Abby spun around, took another long drink from her Caff-Pow, and started to type a few things.

A diagram and a log came onto the main screen. Gibbs and Tony looked up at it to find that it was probably a result of something.

"And?" Gibbs asked, impatiently.

"You really don't have a sense of suspense, don't you?" Abby asked. She looked at Tony. "What's the deal with Gibbs?"

Tony saw the glare from Gibbs but didn't mind it much. "In his blood."

"Now!"

"Sorry, Gibbs!" Abby and Tony both said at the same time.

"This right here is my victim's blood. He was injected with a tranquilizer to make him fall unconscious before he died." Abby typed another few things and another diagram of sorts appeared. "I asked Ducky to do a rape kit and here was what I found. Semen was all over this guy's body."

Gibbs exhaled heavily. Tony shook his head in disgust. "Rape," he said.

Abby nodded. "Yup, and I ran it through the databases and found from Metro one Martin Tartan."

"Good job, Abby." Tony said. Then they both turned to find that Gibbs was already gone.

"I hate when he does that." Abby said. Tony nodded in agreement, kissed Abby on the cheek, and left to catch Gibbs who was waiting in the elevator to go straight down to Autopsy.

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"I thought were going to Autopsy." Tony asked once he realized that they both were going back to their squad room.

"McGee can handle that." Gibbs answered, exiting the elevator and actually slowing down as he walked up the stairs to go to the Director's office.

Tony followed up, confused. "Boss, what are we doing?" he asked.

"You and I are going to convince the Director to give us permission to treat the FBI investigators as hostile witlessness."

Hostile…. No wander nobody likes interagency cooperation. He nodded but then asked, "Shouldn't we knock first?"

Gibbs didn't listen. Instead he barged into the room to find Jen listening to her I-pod along with typing. Tony glanced at Cynthia and smiled, apologetically.

He closed the door after he went in and sat in the chair that always stood in front of Jen. Gibbs on the other hand stood beside Tony and looked long at Jen who didn't seem to notice that they were in the room.

"DiNozzo…" Gibbs muttered but Tony heard him and understood. He looked long at Jenny too and yelled as politely as he can, "Director Sheppard!" When Jen didn't look up, Tony cried sharply, "Jenny!"

Frustrated, Jen took off her earpieces and glared at Tony and Gibbs. "What?" she asked.

"The FBI had ruined my crime scene." Gibbs calmly said. "I may have video and some pictures of it all but it doesn't amount to my team's eyes seeing or any other NCIS team seeing it for ourselves."

"And what do you want, Jethro?" Jen asked, glaring harder at Tony.

Gibbs glanced at Tony. He sat down on another chair let Tony do all the talking for awhile.

"Tony?" Jen annoyingly asked.

Tony hated when Gibbs makes him do this. He sighed. "Permission to be hostile to the FBI as witnesses."

Jen's eyes swerved to Gibbs. "And why do you wish for that?"

Gibbs didn't answer but Tony did, reading the older man's mind. "We've already told you, Jen."

"They didn't know it was a petty officer." Jen replied, speaking more to Gibbs rather than to Tony.

And still much to Tony's amusement, Gibbs didn't speak. So, Tony realized that he was taking the reins for the moment. "They should have known even if the guy changed his name in the streets doesn't mean he changed his name in real life. They should have run his fingerprints and DNA before they kept the body in the morgue for…." He glanced at Gibbs, unsure of himself.

"A week." Gibbs answered.

"A week…" Tony continued. "They had a week to find out the identity of the vic but did they use that week for good?" He didn't wait for the Director's answer. "No, they didn't. Instead earlier today I presume that Gibbs got a email or a call saying that they finally realized the victim was a naval petty officer."

Gibbs smiled at Tony's explanation and gave him a silent look of appreciation. Tony took that in as a show of his affection and beamed.

Jen looked from Tony and to Gibbs to Tony and then back to Gibbs. She smiled, realizing their ploy. "Alright, permission granted, but I suggest you stay in line Jethro. We have been in good terms with the FBI thanks to your friendship with Tobias and my friendship with the Director. Don't ruin it now."

Gibbs shook his head. "We would never." Tony said for the both of them.

They both stood up. Gibbs headed to the door and opened it while Tony smiled at Jen. He was ready to walk out with Gibbs when Jen said, "Special Agent DiNozzo. I would like to speak with you… alone." When she said that her eyes were speaking the word alone to Gibbs.

Tony hesitantly looked to Gibbs. Gibbs gave him a nod as a sign of permission and Tony smiled. He sat back down and waited for Jen to talk.

"We're going to have a long talk about La Grenouille."

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Kort sat down in the living room of "the Frog's" mansion. He was sitting straight, legs crossed, and a glass of Marlowe in his hand. Sitting across from him was La Grenouille himself, the owner of the beautiful abode.

"So how is the Agent DiNozzo doing so far?" he asked, pleasantly. But inside he was wondering how closed up Tony was in infiltrating "the Frog."

"The white hat, who has called himself, Anthony "Tony" DiNardo is doing quite fine, my friend." La Grenouille replied, taking a sip of his own Marlowe.

"Has he suspected anything?"

"The Frog" shook his head. "No, not a clue. He merely thinks of me as the father of his beloved Jeanne."

Kort nodded. "So, do you really feel that his feelings for you daughter is genuine?" he asked. "I don't."

La Grenouille looked thoughtful as if drifting into a memory of seeing DiNozzo and Jeanne together. He then smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I believe he does."

"Alright, then I guess killing him is off the list or your daughter's heart will be broken." Kort warned, sounding slightly disappointed.

La Grenouille laughed. "I guess not, Trent," he replied. "I would just have to bring him in."

"As in?"

"To not break my Jeanne's heart means to convince him to deny his NCIS and join my life."

"And what makes you think you can do such a thing?"

"Because I can."

Stay tuned for the next chapter of Closer to Collision.

TBC

End Note: Thank you all for reading this chapter! There will be more too come I promise and sadly I just don't know when. I'm trying my best. Thank you again and review! Thanks. Enjoy!