Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Okay, so I stayed up late, it's like 11:30 at night, but I wanted to get these next two chapters out to you.

One Down, One to Go:

These people were idiots. The staffs, the security, even the LAPD officers that were guarding Viktor Frinovskii.

This was way too easy. All she had to do was find a woman who worked on the floor she needed to get on, steal her badge, replace the picture with her own, and then she was in. She adjusted the scrubs and placed the needle in the pocket. Pulling her hair up in a ponytail she then headed to the eighth floor.

The elevator doors opened and she walked out and headed towards room 502, the room Viktor Frinovskii occupied.

Putting a smile on her face as she walked up to the LAPD officers, she pulled on a fake Southern accent saying "I'll need a few minutes with our patient ya'll I need to redress his wounds. If you hear screaming, he'll be fine, the poor dear will probably be in pain when I check on his stitches" and showed them her ID badge.

The officers nodded and let her in. As she walked by she rolled her eyes and then shut the door behind her, keeping her face hidden from Viktor. Locking the door she quickly turned and went to his side, putting a hand over his mouth as he tried to scream.

He began to thrash and she saw the blood begin to soak his bandages.

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you Viktor. You're just hurting yourself. Look, you've already popped some of your stitches" she said quietly clamping the hand harder over his mouth. She saw his face turn into a look of pain.

"See, what did I tell you?" she said.

He finally quiet struggling and Megan tore a sheet and tied a gag around his mouth while she tied his legs and arms down so that he wouldn't struggle.

She reached into her scrubs pocket and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. She pulled them on and then pulled out the long needle. Viktor saw it and began to struggle again, this time he was restrained. The gag muffled his sounds.

"I just thought I would let you know that I found Mikhail, Viktor. He thought he would be able to hide from me of all people. Don't worry though, he'll meet the same end as you, but I assure you, his will be much more painful than yours" she said turning towards him as she began to walk around the bed to get to his wrist. He began to sob.

"You let him kill my men, it's only fitting you die as well" she whispered before sinking the needle into the giant vein on his wrist. It only took a few minutes for the drug to start to work its way in his blood stream. It wouldn't kill him quickly, he would go into a deep sleep, and then he would die.

"Sweet dreams Viktor" she whispered before putting the needle back in her pocket. Unlocking the door, she walked past the guards, past the nurse's desk and pulled off her gloves.

Dumping them, and the needle into one of the recycle bins she then headed towards the elevator.

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Climbing up onto the sink she lifted up one of the tiles on the ceiling and grabbed the backpack that sitting there. She quickly changed into a pair of regular clothes and out of the scrubs and pulled on a black wig. Then she threw the badge in the trash.

Leaving the bathroom she headed towards the elevators. Getting inside the empty elevator she hit the button that would take her down to the hospital lobby.

As the doors closed she heard nurses and police officers shouting. Viktor was dead whether they could restart his heart or not. The drug was already in his blood stream and it was very deadly. Megan smiled. Now there was only one person let to take care of, and that was Mikhail Levanda himself.

After finishing up at the hospital she grabbed a cap and headed back to the old abandoned apartment complex. Many years ago she had once shared it with Callen, but that was long ago.

When she got there she headed in through the back and headed to the sixth floor, apartment 5A.

When she got there she found that the door had been kicked in. She listened for a moment, but heard no noise coming from inside. Reaching for her gun she quickly and quietly went inside the apartment. She cleared it and found nothing.

Megan walked over to the couch and saw that the blanket that had been on the couch was now lying on the floor. Someone had been here.

If she could think of anyone, she knew it was probably Callen, Gibbs, and the other NCIS agents, along with their LAPD liaison.

Megan quickly headed towards the bedroom and found her camera was lying where she had left it. Picking it us she checked to see if the memory card was still in there, it was. Turning it on she saw none of the pictures had been erased, but she knew that the NCIS agents had found it, and she knew that they probably had copies of the photos she had taken of Mikhail Levanda.

This meant she had to get a move on, and fast, if she was going to get to him before the NCIS agents did. Good thing she was always one step ahead of them.

I figured that Megan should have her own chapter. It took me long enough to write one but I finally did. I think I will write one more tonight, and then I will go to bed. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As always, let me know what you think about it. Five more chapters left.

-Haleybug