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Some bar in New Orleans

New Orleans

1245 local

"What's up with you and your cousin?" LaSalle asked Brody as they entered the bar.

"I just hate her," Brody replied curtly.

"I heard that before; could you elaborate?"

"Long story."

"Well, I've time to listen."

"What are we doing here anyway? This is just outside Jefferson Parish," Brody changed the subject.

"I've got an ol' contact of mine from my vice days here who has contacts will all the gangs and villains in this state and nearby. Ought to know who this is," he hell up a sketch of Coates' assailant.

"Hmmph, if her description is accurate." But LaSalle ignored her criticism as he headed straight for a sideroom. Inside was single guy playing darts on an electronic board that kept score. Just as he aimed one more dart, LaSalle flicked off the switch to the board.

"Hey!" the figure cried but then was temporarily blinded as LaSalle increased the brightness of the lights. "Who...well, well, Deputy Sheriff or is it just Mr. Chris LaSalle," the figure replied. "I heard your some other salutation now."

"Special Agent LaSalle," Chris announced, flipping open his identification. "Been a while Benzo."

"Been a while indeed LaSalle, so Navy cop eh? Or cop dating a beaut..."

Brody opened her mouth to interject but LaSalle answered. "She's my partner; we're on business." He then thrust the picture in front Benzo. "Recognise this guy?"

"You come in here, you spoil my game, you nearly blind me and you demand information?"

"You're the kingpin of names, and also a former cop who embezzled funds. So yeah, I'll ask the questions," LaSalle countered, taping on the face of the digitally created photo.

"Never seen him in my life," the guy quipped then picked up his dart.

"Your face says something else," LaSalle noticed the facial expressions when suddenly Brody darted off. "What...oh darn," LaSalle sighed and ran off following Brody. "Stop! NCIS!" Brody called as the individual running tried to kick trash as he ran away. Brody suddenly sprinted and jumped on top of the individual, sending both of them of the ground. "Stop resisting or my boot will enter your butt," Brody growled. "What took you so long?" She glanced up at LaSalle.

Jefferson Parish Medical Examiner's Office

Just a bit earlier

"Can't I follow your inside?" Jennifer Coates pleaded one more time.

"You're nice and helpful, but this is NCIS. Wait outside her with MA3 Barnes," Pride pointed to the Master-at-Arms who was nearby. Coates wanted to argue once more but nodded.

"Ok, Loretta, you've for me?" Pride asked his the ME.

"Well, I have confirmed that Lieutenant Martinez was assaulted the same way, but with stronger blows, causing regrettably death. At least the Corporal could enjoy his last moments in a hospital bed."

"Terribly sad but your message isn't about that."

"No, well extremely close examination for some debris or dirt tucked between the fingers of his right hand. Sebastian has the samples now."

"And?"

"And my instinct tells me there's more to come."

Nodding, Pride shifted to Sebastian's lab where he found the lab geek chatting with someone on Skype. "Oh, yeah maybe sometime else," he said then closed his phone.

"Loretta said she passed you some evidence?"

"Evi...oh no, more time here, I really have to reschedule my meeting with Melissa," Sebastian answered.

"You'll get your date, I promise."

"Date, no; it's more like meeting to exchange goodies. She has a science fiction book that I like and I've a home-made cloc..."

"Sebastian, the case."

"Right, so yes I received the samples, but machines and science take time. What's more interesting is this," he turned an LCD towards Pride. It didn't take the Senior Special Agent to read off the screen. "So, the Lieutenant was in the same gang, the Poachers, as Wright," Pride summarised.

"Same history, same disastrous result," Sebastian remarked. "You've got a murder, or possibly some one wanting revenge."

NCIS New Orelans HQ

Interrogation Room

Some time later

"That's him," Jennifer breathed. "That's the I fought with."

"Well, he certainly does look like a punk," Patton replied.

"I like to throttle him again to find Pia," Jennifer remarked.

"Easy now; you cousin can draw out answers from anyone," LaSalle added.

Inside the dimly lit interrogation room, Brody wasn't exactly sure. All she had was a picture matching the figure who her cousin claimed had assaulted her and was connected to this Pia Bonfilio character. "You made a wrong choice buddy. You've previously been charged for break in, damaging of various vehicles, pick pocketing and now assault is going to be added to your great CV."

"Lady, I ain't get you. I want my lawyer," the fuzzy haired man replied, crossing his hands.

"He seems to be delayed in the traffic," Brody replied. "And I'm no Lady." She threw her badge down on the table.

"I've seen more realistic badges," the man scoffed.

This is getting nowhere, Brody thought then secretly tapped her phone. "What's she doing?" Coates asked behind the two-way mirror. Just then, Sebastian tapped on the door and passed Brody a folder. "You might want to explain why you were lurking around these tow individuals?" The photos showed the guy near the crime scenes of USMC Corporal and the logistics officer.

"I know Brody's interrogations are fun to watch but we still have a case to investigate people," Pride commented and the onlookers split up. "He doesn't know Bonfilio personally," Brody announced a couple of minutes later in the main squad room. "He just got a text message with a block number," she continued, passing on a cell to Patton. "Not exactly much to charge him with, though the NOPD might want to hold him."

"But you just..." Coates began.

"Ok, so Patton will work on that number, Sebastian has some evidence to examine. We still need to know more about the Californian gang, what these victims did bak then, and most of all," He pull out his ringing phone, "why they are wanted by this girl." Pride answered the call then looked grim. "Another copy cat. Marine Reservist. Pattton work on the text message, let's go people," he said, pull his Sig Sauer from the cabinet again.

"What about me?" Coates enquired.

"You...you stay here with Patton. Fill him in again with the gang information, as much as you know. Don't go anywhere."

To be Continued.