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CHAPTER 21
NCIS Headquarters.................
"I hear the case has been solved."
Director Shepard looked over at Special Agent Gibbs. He had arrived at her office ten minutes ago with a coffee in each hand and a perplexed look about him.
"He confessed." Jethro said with a small nod.
Jenny raised a brow. "So why do you look as though we have nothing?"
Gibbs stayed quiet, leaving the silence as his answer.
Jenny sighed, answering her own question. "The man's been a monster in her closet for years, Jethro. Do you honestly think he couldn't do this?"
"No. He could." Gibbs replied, a small shrug. "Everything he said checks out."
"Well, then what are you worried about? Is it that he walked once before?" She asked. "Jethro...the victims are some of the most highly regarded talents in the sports and entertainment industry. The status of celebrity, alone, practically ensures Mr. Rawlins receiving the highest degree of punishment we can offer. Even the FBI won't let this one walk, especially since he burned them last time."
Gibbs nodded. "I know."
"So then what's the problem?" Jen asked.
Gibbs stood and sighed. "My gut, Jen. It says we're missing something."
Jenny sighed, growing silent for a moment. "What is Fornell's take on all of this?"
Gibbs gave another small shrug. "He's FBI, Jen. A confession pretty much seals the deal. He's already called protective detail off."
"I don't know, Jethro." Jenny said. "This isn't a normal case and..."
Gibbs stood up, his hands placed on the desk before him.
"Here's the bottom line, Jen." He interrupted. "Who are you going to trust? The FBI or my gut?"
Jenny lifted her eyes to Gibbs, slightly hurt that he would even have to ask such a thing. For any other person the decision between a confession and a 'gut feeling' would have been easy....stick with the confession. For Jenny, the decision was also easy....stick with Gibbs's gut.
"You know the answer to that, Jethro." She said. "Do what you need, but do it quietly. I don't need the FBI shouting foul. Keep it tight. Keep it clean."
Gibbs gave a small raise of brow as he headed towards the door.
"Quiet as always, Jen."
Gibbs disappeared out the door, the voice of the Director fading behind him.
"I'm serious, Jethro. Jethro? Agent Gibbs?!"
Downstairs in Bull Pen..............................
"It's wrong."
Tony looked up across the bullpen at Ziva and lifted a brow.
"What's wrong?"
Ziva frowned at her partner.
"It, Tony." Ziva said. "It's wrong."
Tony looked at Ziva, still not understanding.
Ziva explained further, her hands moving. "This entire thing....with the beetle dead father.....and Mrs. Cena....it's all wrong."
"It's dead beat dad, Ziva." Tony corrected, walking over to her desk. "And I agree. Something is way off but I don't know what."
Ziva rose to her feet and moved to stand beside Tony.
"So what do we do?" She asked.
Tony opened his mouth to answer when Gibbs came around the corner and answered for him.
"You find it." Gibbs said. "We go over everything again, start to finish...we missed something and I want to know what it is by the end of the night."
"I'll start rereading the letters. " Ziva said, already picking up the phone. "Ask the WWE to send me all their letters, maybe there's more that we just don't know about yet."
Gibbs nodded at her and turned to Tony.
"DiNozzo."
"Yeah, Boss?" Tony answered.
"Fornell took his goons off protective detail. I want you on it." Gibbs said. "Mrs. Cena doesn't leave your sight until we're sure we know everything. And I mean, everything, DiNozzo."
"Leaving now, Boss."
Tony grabbed his gun and jacket, heading towards the elevator. Gibbs turned to address the newest member of his team and found an empty desk.
"DiNozzo!"
Stopping in his tracks, Tony turned and lifted a questioning brow towards the older man.
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Where the hell is McGee?"
"Where else, Boss?" Tony smirked. "With Abby."