Gibbs walked into the conference room in NCIS. There was Riley, sitting at the head, Vance was there, as was Tony, McGee, Ziva and two other Air Force officers. He nodded to Riley as he slipped in. "Anderson." He said as he sat down.

"Gibbs. Well now that we are all here, I'm Staff Sargent Riley Anderson. I will be telling you about your target." He said calmly as he clicked up a picture of a short person, angry looking, with black hair, blue eyes that were… dangerous, and a stern face. "This is Trevor Jackson Mires. Approximately five foot five, blue eyes, died black hair, originally blond, fights like a street fighter. Stocky build, transgendered. Dangerous." Riley flicked through a few other pictures. "TJ as he's called, is a transgendered. Originally woman, he had a sex change operation. Lawyer, former. Manipulative and controlling. Has a thing for Lieutenant Colonel Victoria Crane. She'll need someone watching her. Protective Detail. You all have all of the information in your folders before you. Most of it is easy to understand. What might be a bit difficult to understand is that it is imperative that we don't kill this person. Non-lethal force, if at all possible. I know that it'll be difficult. TJ won't be easy to catch, and he will try to confuse you. We need to find him." He said calmly.

"And how dangerous do you rate this person?" Gibbs asked calmly. His gaze was level, and none of his emotions were seeable. He seemed calm, relaxed, uncaring. Riley didn't believe that for one second.

"Extremely. He's small but powerful." He said calmly.

"Right. We're on it. DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked getting up.

"On it boss." The man led his team out of the door. Gibbs stayed, watching Riley, who motioned for the rest of the men out, besides himself, and of course Vance.

"Sir, I'm sorry that Lt. Col. Crane couldn't be here herself. She had a bit of a layup. She'll be relaying information when she can." He moved closer after flipping off his remote. "Crane has removed herself for a reason. She never ordered me to. I'm in weather you like it or not." Riley was young, Vance could see that.

"Why should we let you? Your young, impulsive, this doesn't sound like a job for you." Vance said moving close to him.

"You should let me Sir, because I'm your best bet for getting close. I grew up with this man in my life. I know him. Not as well as she does, but I do know him. I can get close." He said calmly. "I just need back up." He added. This was personal. A vendetta of sorts. But not a lethal one. Odd.

"I'll back him up Sir, if you won't send anyone else." Gibbs was being polite. That worried Vance. He looked over his best agent. Gibbs querked an eyebrow.

"No. It's not worth the time. We have the murderers. That's all that matters." Riley nodded, but Gibbs didn't respond.

"At least you listened Sir. That's all I could have asked." Riley said before walking out the door. A tank, but a nice one. Gibbs stayed.

"Why?"

"Because it's not worth it. I have a feeling there's more to the story, and until I get actual proof, I don't think so."

Gibbs glared at him, and walked out the door. "We will regret this." Just something his gut told him.