I do not own NCIS, still. I do, however, wonder if I can get credit for advertising them everywhere I go- wearing the hat, sometimes wearing the t-shirt, drinking out of the Caf-Pow!, convincing (or at least trying to convince) everyone I know to watch it…

I'm sorry for any angst on your parts when I wrote that I wasn't going to continue this. I just couldn't really resist April Fools-ing you guys once. On the other hand, I am very encouraged by your responses. It's nice to know people would miss me (or at least my writing). And don't worry; I'm not going to abandon any of my stories.

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"Boss, I've got something!"

"What, McGee?"

"Security footage from the airport 'Elena' arrived in- here."

He pressed a few keys and the video came up on the plasma. Tony and Gibbs walked over to it and watched, while McGee narrated.

"She's getting off the plane, she's grabbing her checked bag-"

"Why would she check her luggage? If she's here to shoot someone, wouldn't she pack as lightly as possible?"

"I know, and that's not exactly a small suitcase, which is probably why her travelling companion is pulling it for her- here..." McGee hit a few keys, and the camera zoomed in on the man walking next to Elena. "I'm presuming that's her brother-"

The camera zoomed in on his face. Tony and McGee were rather startled, Gibbs almost relieved. Tony shook his head. "I did not see that coming."

"Well, I did."

"Really?"

Gibbs nodded. His phone rang. Glancing at the caller i.d., he answered it. "What d'ya got, Abs?"

"That phrase is supposed to be accompanied by a Caf-Pow! delivery- you know, it doesn't matter, because I got a hit on the brother's DNA, and you're not going to believe who he is."

Gibbs glanced at the plasma again. "Ari."

Down in her lab, Abby was furious. "I spent all this time running his DNA, and then you just know? You owe me at least 2 Caf-Pow!s."

"I know, Abby; I'll see you later." Gibbs ended the call and commenced another. "Kate! Keep an eye out- Ari's back in town."

On the other end, Kate was keeping clear of the hospital's windows while she and Gibbs talked. "Yeah, I think I just saw him watching her window."

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She was aware first of breathing. Her own. Then there were a few other sounds. A steady blip-blip she eventually realized was a heart monitor. Someone else in the room, talking on her phone. A male voice on the other end, giving the woman instructions. She tried to hear more, but only caught the woman's "hasn't woken up yet" before she lapsed back into unconsciousness.

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Three bullets through the window. One each. That was all it ever took. He had tried to tell their superiors, but they never listened to him. And it had almost cost his sister her life.

And they wonder why I hate them so much.

He sighed and picked up his cell phone, punching in the number he had obtained. It beeped and went straight to voicemail.

There was Gibbs' voice: "How does this work?"

Shuffling, followed by a slightly hesitant "Um, Boss?"

He had to laugh. That's got to be that computer whiz, McSomethingorother.

The young agent's voice came more clearly over the phone. "This is Special Agent Gibbs' phone. Leave your message after the beep and he'll eventually figure out how to get back to you."

Just before a mechanical beep signaled the start of the recording, there was an unmistakable smack from the other end.

"Special Agent Gibbs. I was just wondering if you got my package. Also, you might want to trace this call. I left something here you might be interested in. If, that is, you ever figure out how to listen to your messages. Oh, and by the way, don't hit your agents so much. It kills their brain cells."

Still chuckling, he hung up. Time to go… Someone had apparently noticed the dead bodies, as a couple of police cars were en route, sirens blaring.

Don't even bother. You'll never catch me.

He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbled an address on it. A smirk touched his lips.

Have fun with that one.

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