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NCIS FIELD COMMAND CENTER

McGee was finishing up connecting his laptop to the main server, and almost done setting up the bulk of the team's equipment. He looked over the surveillance room through the glass wall and saw Mike talking to Danny. The two looked and talked like they were good friends. It made Tim miss Abby. Shaking his head Tim got back to work. Just has to finish setting this all up and then she was a call away he thought to himself.

"You need some help?"

Tim looked up from behind the mountain of wires to see Mike standing at the doorway looking at the equipment. "Aaaa no that's ok I can do this. It's a little complicated so … But thank you for the offer."

"Complicated is right. I see you started connecting the server to your laptop. I think it would work better if you did that after you started with the processors. That way you can connect everything to our surveillance memory and access it quicker." Mike said as he walked into the room and over to the pile of computer equipment on the boardroom table.

"Ummm really?" McGee said as he thought about it. After a minute of deep thought he spoke. "You know your right that would also cut the prep time by almost an hour. Thank you Mike."

"Hey don't thank me. Thank college; I was the tech guy in my dorm hallway." Mike said smiling as he said it.

"Really where did you go?" McGee asked starting a conversation. He was already enjoying Mike's company.

"MIT. I majored in Mechanical Engineering and then ended up here." Mike said.

"No way! What year?" McGee half shouted from behind his laptop. He got up looking surprised. "You were a beaver?"

"Yea I was." Mike said taken back by McGee's enthusiasm. "Why are you acting like…?"

"Class of 1997, Computer Forensics" McGee said as he walked over to Mike.

"Well it's a small world." Mike said.

The two talked as McGee continued setting up the equipment this time with the help of Mike. They talked about school, work, V and Vegas becoming fast friends. When the two finished they had talked about everything from school and work to modern science and the secret to winning in Las Vegas.

"So to win I don't gamble." McGee said a little confused.

"Take it from someone who works at a casino. To win just don't gamble big. I mean play a couple of hours at the low limits tables and you can have just as much fun as if you were in a high steaks game." Mike said as he typed some commands on the main laptop.

"I will. Thanks Mike." McGee said.

"Like Cooper said I'm here to help." Mike smiled as he said it.

"Ok, well I am going to need all your surveillance footage of Sergeant Jake McBride, as well as his room service records." McGee said turning the conversation to the case.

"Well the surveillance we can get right here, but for the room service log it might be faster to go down to the main desk. I'll call them and tell them your coming" Mike said as he waved a quick good bye and left the room.

"Thanks Mike." McGee waved back.

As Mike walked into his office he picked up his desk phone and dialed the number for the lobby. Looking at his TV screen as it cut to different cameras the screen switched to show Sam walking around the floor.

Montecito Casino Floor

It was noon and Sam Marquez was walking the floor of the casino. The floor was as busy as ever and Sam loved it. She loved the sound of chips being stacked, cards being dealt, even the sound of someone winning, as long as it wasn't one of her clients that is. Thankfully that was a sound she wasn't about to hear anytime soon, however unfortunately that was because she didn't have any clients at the moment. As she walked the floor she scanned it to find anyone on a streak. Then she bumped into Piper.

"Hey Sam" Piper said as she fell in step with Sam.

"Hey" Sam said back.

"How's it going?" Piper asked trying to spark up a conversation.

"I had two whales cancel on me in the same week. How do I think I am?" Sam said in her agitated voice.

"I'm sorry Sam, what happened?" Piper said with a soothing tone.

"One had another divorce, his third so you would think he would have the system down by now. The other is stuck on his yacht along the coast of Somalia or something." Sam said walking faster towards the blackjack tables.

"Well that sounds fun." Piper said with an excited smile.

"Not really his yacht got talking over by pirates" Sam said causally

"Pirates, did you say pirates?" Piper asked confused.

"Yes pirates." Sam said as they rounded the floor and started for the lobby entrance. Apparently they're making a comeback. Talk to your husband he was the one that told me."

As the two women headed to the entrance they stopped and stood near the check in desk. They continued to talk about Sam's whales' problem until McGee walked by and up to the desk.

"Hi, I'm Agent McGee. I was told I could come down here and get the check in log for the last week." McGee said introducing himself to the desk clerk.

"What's the FBI doing here?" Piper asked Sam.

"Don't know, don't care." Sam replied indifferent to McGee's presence.

"Hey you said agent right? Are you with the FBI?" Piper asked McGee.

"O No, I'm not. I am from NCIS." McGee saw the look of confusion and continued. "It stands for Navel Criminal Investigative Services. I am here investigating a case."

"O you mean the missing Marine?" Piper said causally.

"Yea… how did you know that?" McGee asked.

"Mike told me you were coming last night." Piper said. She put her hand out and smiled. "My name is Piper."

McGee took her hand and shook it. "Timothy McGee. Nice to meet you, your Mike's wife correct?"

"Yes" Piper said smile growing bigger across her face.

"Well nice to meet you." McGee said smiling back.

"And this is Sam Marquez. She is our casinos" Piper started but was interrupted by Sam.

"Hey FBI" McGee opened his mouth to correct her, but wasn't given the chance. Sam continued." Unless your salary with the government is over 500,000 dollars I'm busy so sorry got to go." And with those words Sam headed towards her room.

"Bye Sam." Piper said weakly with a wave. Turning back to McGee with had an apologetic look Piper tried to explain. "Sorry about that. Sam is … well she's Sam. You get used to it; at least that's what they tell me."

"Yea don't worry. I can take it. That was nothing compared to what Tony does sometimes." With an encouraging smile from Piper McGee took the files from the desk clerk and headed back up to the surveillance room.

Ok short chapter I know but it's because I am still trying to figure out how I am going to do some of the side stories. I have it all mapped out it's just the order that's making my head hurt.

So with Tony and Ziva making no progress in years I think only the ladies of Vegas can help push them in the right direction. Next chapter will have Delinda entering the story so get ready for her to mix things up. Also the case will continue. So with that little teaser please look forward to the next chapter and read reflect and review thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!