Since you all heard my plea and bothered to review... (I thank you) I will give you a special chapter... yes that means two in one night! I told you it was spiralling out of control now. I'm going to get it done for next Wednesday... which is when I go back to school. In the mean time, keep reviewing! thanks xxx

"Gibbs you have to let me do this. Gibbs! Gibbs!" Tony followed the special agent back from the interrogation room. Not too happy about being ignored, Tony continued to pester him even until he reached the bullpen.

"Tony! I don't even know if you're an undercover agent!" This was a lie. Gibbs had looked up Tony's past Jobs as soon as he heard he was working on the current case with him. He knew Tony was a more than able undercover agent with a 100 percent record when it came to the conclusion of his cover ups. Gibbs just found it fun to rattle the young mans cage a little.

"That's bull and you know it Gibbs." Tony huffed standing in front of the round desk owned by Gibbs'. Clicking some buttons on his computer to keep the younger man waiting for him, he eventually stood up and faced the younger detective. Tilting his head to the side to consider the man stood opposite him holding the same glare Gibbs had often given out. Making up his mind, the special agent reached down on to his desk to pick up the file before handing it out to Tony.

"Go down to Abby. She will fix you up with an ID." Looking at the bouncy detective opposite him, he knew why this had to be Tony to run the undercover op of entering the Gang.

Anthony DiNozzo had been following this case for god knows how long and being unable to sink the scum that murdered another body out of pure venom must have been hell. Gibbs had only once had a case like that. He remembered it well as it ate him up inside every time the serial killer had been free. It was only after some tricky manoeuvring on Gibbs' side did he finally get to put the nail in the coffin. He had to kill the man as it was a case of his life or mine but putting the naval officer to rest peacefully was a tremendous feeling.

With a grateful nod which even reached the man eyes, he left the bull pen to the elevator. As he reached the lift, Tony pulled out his mobile phone and pushed the speed dial 3 which flashed Turner. The metal doors shut as he lifted it to his ear.

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"Make it cool Abby!" DiNozzo pleaded with the Goth in front of her.

"Well… what about Sean?" she suggested.

"What? No… come on. How about Morpheus?

"Tony, I think they will recognise something from a movie that just came out!"

"Hmm. Good point." Both he and Abby paused as they thought for a modern 'cool' name.

"I know!" Tony looked at Abby expectedly. "Sergio Connor!"

"Sergio Connor?" Wide eyes stared at the Goth.

"Yeah… you're Italian right..? Sergio. Connor from the Terminator 2!"

DiNozzo thought for a minute before a grin exploded on his face.

"Sergio Connor it is Abs."

She cheered a 'yes' before typing away at her computer and creating a brilliant ID for Tony. Whilst waiting for the identification to develop properly, Abby asked Tony to fill what he was going to do.

"Matheus is going to act as if he doesn't know anything. He's pulled a few strings with the gang to let me join in the 'fun'." Tony sneered at the word. "I'll get some more of the details and give them to Gibbs." He finished off with a glistening smile to the cheerful Goth girl sitting in the spinning chair.

"Cool!" Tony pulled out something hiding behind his back and shook it. Abby froze in her seat and slowly spun around to face Tony. She grabbed the red cup and slurped on the Caff-pow as Tony chuckled lightly.

"Thanks Abby." He left the beeping and flashing room in favour of something a bit more comfortable. Once again finding himself in the elevator he leaned against the back and let out a frustrated sigh as it rumbled up to its destination. He had found that every time he called Turner to tell some info, part of him felt horrible as if he was letting down Gibbs, Abby and Ducky after all of them, even Gibbs, making him feel like he was at home.

"You've got yourself in a situation once again Anthony," He breathed as the elevator jerked to a halt. "And absolutely nobody but yourself can help you out."

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"Erm. Heh… Vin, this is Sergio." Matheus unclasped his hands to indicate Tony stood beside him. Dressed in a large brown jacket and worn jeans, Tony reached forward to shake the larger mans hand. Dismissing the hand, which Tony expected, the man regarded him by looking him up and down. What Tony wasn't expecting though, was the grasp on his hand pulling him forward into a giant hug. He returned it, trying to keep his manliness intact as he tapped 'Vin' twice on his back. Releasing him from his hold, the man turned on Jordan and copied the movement.

"Come inside, young man!" Vin guided Tony into a small yet cosy room. Two more men were inside and a woman of about 30 sat on the white sofa facing the T.V. They turned to stare at the two new people that had entered. Deciding to be bold, the woman stepped forward and introduced herself as Emily. Following her cue, the two men then stepped forward.

"Hey. Name is Jezza." 'Jezza' stuck out his hand to which Tony accepted and shook purposefully.

"What's your name?" The other man stopped any pleasant greetings.

"Sergio. Well, Sergio Connor if you want to be formal, but I doubt we want that here."

Vin grinned at Tony and then back to the suspicious man who had interrogated him.

"Hey serge… Don't worry about grumpy pots over there. He's Poppa." He wrapped his arm around Tony's neck and chuckled as 'Poppa' snorted before returning back to the sofa.

Gibbs watched from a car parked across the street. He listened to the wire Tony had strapped to his chest and heard DiNozzo mixing with them as if he was their life long pals. Continuing through the night, Tony socialised and started to get the 4 people to open further up. Scribbling frantically, Jethro wrote down the specific details which came out of the drunken men's mouths and sent them straight back to NCIS. Hearing Tony joke was a positive sign and his brain told him this would work just like it was planned, but if this was the case, why was his gut telling the opposite.