Listen to both "Blame" by Transluszent D and the opening song of Casino Royale while reading ;D (I can't get enough of Bond music these days^^ Yesterday watched The Living Daylights for the first time...)

Chapter 2

"What do we have?" Gibbs asked when he entered the office with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Something strange," Tony mentioned. "I just got a phone from the dead marine's wife. She received flowers this morning."

"And?"

"And this," Ziva said and put the file of an unknown man on the screen. "He's called The Gentleman. A high profile assassinator who's famous for sending flowers to his victim's family."

Gibbs nodded and sipped his coffee.

Tony's phone rang and shortly after it he explained: "We found the client at least. It was the husband of the love affair of our marine. McGee just arrested him. Case solved."

"No. You still haven't caught The Gentleman and explained how a relative of this Alex Rider appeared," Gibbs said and noticed a woman quitting the elevator. She caught their interest by stopping in front of their 'office'.

"Are you Special Agent Gibbs?" she asked and the boss nodded, seeing the visitor's badge.

"My name is Agent Jones. I'm from British MI6, department of special operations. I heard about the death of Admiral Conner and about a suspect," she explained.

"Yes. A 45%-suspect. How do you know about this?" Gibbs asked surprised.

"This is not of importance. What else did you find out?" she asked directly.

Amazed, Gibbs took his time to start: "The marine's death was ordered by the husband of his love affair. The killer is known as 'The Gentleman'...you know him?"

"At MI6, we've heard of him in several occasions...What about Alex Rider's match?"

"A relative of him must have been at crime scene. You know him?"

"Yes. The case of the two assassinators is now concern of MI6. Your director has already been informed. Your part of this case is solved."

"And you came here to tell us this?"

"Yes."

"Then allow me one more question."

"I'm listening," Mrs. Jones answered.

"Why is the DNA of a seventeen year old boy in your data bank?"

"His father and uncle were our agents."

"His uncle worked for a bank."

"This must have been a mistake in the files then."

"And why is Alex in the date banks?"

"I told you, because of these relatives," she answered shortly, nodded to them and then walked back to the elevator.

"Ah, we'll find out more, boss" Tony said and he and Ziva headed back to their desks while Gibbs was still staring at the lift doors closing. He emptied his coffee, looked up where he spotted Vance watching him, threw his paper cup in the basket and sat down at his own desk.

"I have a bad feeling about this," he muttered. "God. I need more coffee. Tony, you drive to the orphanage and wait for Alex to turn up. You'll watch him for this whole night, okay? Ziva's gonna take over at mid night. I want you to watch, not to intervene at any circumstances. You understood me?"

"Acknowledged, boss" Tony answered already grabbing his gear.

It is a dark night when I step out of the black inconspicuous car. I close the door and lock it. I pull the hood of my pullover deep down my face and pass the bright street lamp. I'm flitting up the stairs and see the lock already been damaged. I pull out my gun and carefully open the door. Slowly I walk through the black corridor while my eyes get used to the darkness. I hear a noise and look around.

Upstairs, I think and take the stairs on the left to me. I tip-toe hoping that the stairs don't creak. I enter another floor and recognize the bare light of a night lamp shining through a half-closed door at the end of the hall. I walk on and fully open the door.

I see a shillouette standing next to a man lying in his bed. Blood trickles down on the floor. "I think they could use a new carpet," I say and the shillouette of the man turns around quickly. He points his gun at me and I see his face. He must be in his mid-thirties, he's tall, muscular and handsome with his dark brown hair but blue eyes.

"Who are you?" he asks and his voice isn't nervous but annoyed.

"No need to worry," I answer and put away my gun again. My eyes are fixed on the body and I come closer to have a look into the person's face. I see the fear in the marine's eyes and smile. I sense the gun still pointed at me.

"I have an offer to make," I start and turn back to the assassin.

"What kind of an offer?" he asks.

I wait, staring at the weapon. Finally, he decides that I'm no danger and puts it away. He examines me, trying to guess if I'm just tired of life or really worth listening to.

"Do you remember the name Desmond McCain?" I ask calmly.

He shrugs with his shoulders.

"One of your clients. He told you to kill two people. A boxer and a plastic surgeon."

"I've had a lot of clients."

"Okay, two more people: Michael Roscoe and Sam Green."

"What do you want?" he asks me annoyed.

I smile at him. "Desmond McCain died about one and a half year ago. Dr. Grief, who you killed those last two persons for, was killed two years ago."

"By the same person, I assume."

I nod. "McCain has a son. And he's full of hatred toward this person. He wants revenge."

"You want me to eliminate this person?"

"I think we shouldn't talk here, should we? I can bring you to Ryan McCain if you're interested."

He nods and I walk past him to leave the building. Ryan told me his father has spoken very highly of The Gentleman. And in some circles he enjoys a certain reputation. Let's see what he's capable of.

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