McGee walked through the front door..."Talked to the neighbor, she never met the suspect...victim? Both? He moved in about 3 weeks ago. Never made noise, the lights were never on, she thought he worked nights."

Constance snapped a photo of the dead man's head as Ducky knelt next to the body, he tilted the man's head, looking at his face..."No exit wound, shot execution-style, I've seen far too many of these."...He sighed..."Although, it's hard for me to feel bad for you, knowing that you destroyed my van, along with my favorite bag, my mother's friend, Doris, gave me that bag, have I told you this before, Anthony? I had just finished my internship and was working at a small clinic in Glasglow and my mother hated it, but her friend was very nice to me, also had me over for tea..."

"Ducky."...Tony spoke up.

Ducky pulled the probe out of the man's liver, looking down at temperature..."No more than two hours ago, Tony."

"Keating."

Keating moved out of a doorway..."Nothing, Boss, there's nothing here, no money, just a couple milk crates and a crap load of fast food wrappers."

"McGee, take Keating, maybe there's something more you can do with those emails."

McGee nodded, waving Keating over..."On it, Boss."

Ducky grunted slightly, Tony reached out helping him up..."Ms. Di..."

"One gurney, coming right up, Doctor."...Constance called out, moving towards the door before Ducky to finish.

"The killer used a silenced 22 caliber."

"Is that a question, Tony?"...Ducky asked.

"Naw, just stating the obvious, Ducky."

Several minutes pass..."I wonder whats keeping her."...Ducky thought outloud.

"Stop whatever your doing, this my crime scene."...A tall, older Causasian male spoke up, stepping through the front door.

"On who's authority?"...Tony questioned.

"That would be mine."...Director Fornell stepped into the house.

Tony and Ducky both turned, looking at him..."Which of the alpabets this time, Fornell?"

"The ones from Langley."...Fornell answered.

Tony stepped to the man, blocking his view of the dead man on the floor..."Care to fill me in?"

"Not really."...The man spoke, side stepping Tony.

Tony stepped back in front of him..."Make time."

"You're DiNozzo, aren't you?"...The man looked at Tony like he knew him.

"And who the hell are you?"...Tony turned slightly, gesturing down at the body, before looking back at the man..."And who the hell is that?"

"Jenkins, CIA...Webb, the same."

Tony tilted his head..."His real name is David Webb?"...Tony looked surprised.

Jenkins returned the surprised look..."He had ID on him?"

Tony shook his head no..."Nope."

"Then how did you know his name?"

"He was in the yellow pages."

"You're shitting me?"

"Afraid not...know who killed him?"

"Yup."...He stepped past Tony, kneeling next to the body.

Tony turned..."Well..."

"Well, what?"

"You gonna tell me who killed him?"

"Afraid not."

Tony looked at Fornell, then back towards the man..."You guys killed your own man?"

Jenkins was silent.

"I'll take that as a yes."...Tony turned, moving to Fornell..."Who?"

"I did, Duh-nozzo."...Trent Kort grunted out with smug look on his face, appearing in the doorway.

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Constance was sitting at her father's desk, looking up at the balcony..."Who is that man, Tim?"

McGee looked up from his desk..."What man?"

"I don't think my dad likes him."

"Oh, Kort...he doesn't."

"Kort?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know, Constance."...McGee went back to working.

"Hmmm."...Constance rose, heading for the elevator.

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"He went rogue, killed your Marine and robbed him. I must congratulate you on a job well done, Agent Duh-Nozzo."...Kort turned to Tony, holding out his hand..."No hard feelings?"

"Why'd you kill him?"

"It was me or him...you know how it is."

"That's seem pretty reasonable."...Fornell said, looking at Tony and Kort standing in front of his desk. He nodded towards Kort, who stepped towards the door, he gripped the handle and started to turn it.

"Yeah, I know how it is."...Tony replied..."He was the fall guy and I don't mean Lee Majors."

Kort turned, the smug look on his face had returned..."Good day, Director."...He turned the knob, exitting the room, closing it behind him.

"Please tell me you didn't believe that horseshit?"...Tony groaned.

"Of course not, but we certainly don't have anything on him and may I remind you...you and he."

"Yeah, yeah...you don't have to remind me he's an asshole."...Tony moved to the door, stepping through..."Kort, a word."

Kort stopped in the middle of the stairs, turning back as Tony made his way over to him..."What is it now, Duh-Nozzo?"...He questioned in an annoyed tone.

"I was just wondering if you're still, La Grenouille, Jr."

Kort smirked..."Why, you have something to sell?"...He took a step down, but stopped..."I hear you and the Israeli made yourself a junior of your own, godspeed to him...or not."

"Hey, if you wanna finish what we started in this very building, say the word."

"Same ol' Duh-Nozzo."...Kort softly chuckled..."It wouldn't be a fair fight, she's not here to protect you.."...Kort said, swinging his head back towards Tony..."You bore me."...He made his way down the stairs, heading for the elevator as Tony look on, silent, but fuming.

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Abby was standing at her workstation inside her lab.

"Who's Kort?"...Constance asked.

Abby turned, Constance just inches from her, she smiled..."You've been spending too much time with Gibbs."

"Who's Kort, Abby?"...Abby turned back to her monitor..."Please, Abby."

Abby sighed..."Not a nice man, Constance."

"Should I be worried?"...Constance asked, with a worried look on her face.

"Aww."...Abby wrapped her arms around Constance, giving her a hug..."Not at all, Hon, not at all."

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Tony sat quietly, his elbows on the edge of his desk, his face in his hands.

"I figured it out, Boss."...McGee said, but Tony didn't move..."Tony?"

Tony slowly lifted his head from his hands..."Yeah."

"I think Kenneth was trying to get out."

"What?"

McGee clicked a key, the service record and a photo of a Caucasian male popped up on the plasma..."A Sgt. Holladay was found murdered two days ago at Coronado, his body burned. He was the armory clerk there. He and Kenneth had a scam going, they were stealing supplies, firearms and munitions."

"Scam?"

"Yeah and they've been doing it for years."

"Years, McGee?"

"Yeah, they manipulated the system, they used the transports to hide things that weren't really there."

"Things that weren't there? What the hell are you talking about, McGee?"

"Look."...McGee stood up, pointing at the plasma..."This guy would send a request to Kenneth, for lets say, 1000 M-16 rifles, Kenneth would then get the weapons and put them on a transport back to the Holladay, who made a standing order to send them back to Kenneth, who would then also have a standing order to send them back to Holladay and this would go on forever and somewhere along the lines, they'd empty the case and sell the items, but when Holladay was killed, it stopped the cycle."

"You're telling me, they were lost in the mail?"

"Yeah, I guess you can say that."

"How much we talking about, McGee?"

McGee moved back to his desk..."A lot, like 2-3 million."

"Question: Where's the money and why do I have the feeling that Kort was their buyer?"

"Most likely in the wind."...McGee sat back..."As for your second question, case closed."

Tony groaned, jumping up from his desk, moving towards the elevator..."The hell it is."

"Where you going, Boss?"

"Out."

"To do what?"

"What I should've done along time ago."

"Kill him?"

Tony stepped into the elevator, not answering.

"I was joking!"...McGee shouted..."Boss?!"