If all goes to schedule you should have another chapter tonight. 2 between now and Christmas Eve. and 1 on Christmas Day. You will defiantly get them by the end of the week. I am aiming to get as much done as I can before I go back to school in 2 weeks. The Homework pile just doesn't end when you are in year 10.

Bella's outfit is on my profile.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to NCIS or Twilight.

Tony and I ended up staying the night on Tim's living room floor, with Tim. We had talked about random things, Tony told us about Baltimore, I told them about the pack (missing out the werewolf part) and the time we went cliff diving. Tim had told us about growing up on many different Navy yards. As a result, after stopping at my flat (Tony loved the fact I only lived a floor away from Tim) and Tony's flat, we all car shared to work. Tim and I could easily catch a ride with Jimmy tonight.

"Is there any way of finding out why she wants to talk to me?" Tony was on the phone. I didn't know who but I would say a hospital or lawyer by the way he was talking. He was facing the windows, his back to Ziva and I. Tony whispered something into the phone, Ziva and I shared looks of raised eyebrows. He whispered again, hand cupping the end of the phone.
"DiNozzo." he said, me and Ziva shared another look before standing up.
"Big D, little I, big N, little ozzo." by know we had moved to stand in front of his desk
"Anthony." he said before slowly turning around to see us leaning on his desk.
"Playing phone-tag with the sperm bank." Tony said to us. I felt my eyebrows rise up. 'Sperm bank' Seriously?

"Sperm bank? Tony, what have you done with your life?" I asked shaking my head. Ziva chuckled slightly.
"You haven't found out what it's about yet?" she asked.
"Well, they're probably running low on their favorite fossil fuel 'Essence of DiNozzo.'" I started laughing at Tony's comment, making my way back to my desk.
"Yeah, I'm here." Tony said into the phone. "Uh-huh. When will she be back? Thank you."
"Problem?" Ziva asked
"The woman who's been trying to contact me isn't there. Her title is Director of Critical Issues. What do you think that means?" I snorted at how worried Tony sounded
"I don't know, but it sounds serious." Ziva said, trying to get a raise off of Tony. If I wasn't so annoyed I might of laughed or joined in. But at the moment I was very annoyed at the both of them.
"Yeah, it could be one of my offspring has a medical condition. Maybe they need an organ transplant." Ziva started laughing
"You…. you who won't share a Krispy Kreme Donut. You are going to give up a kidney?" still laughing she made her way to her desk.
"You wouldn't understand. You're not a parent." and I had a small feeling Tony wasn't either.

For some reason we had all crowded round the screen behind my desk. Why this screen and not the screen next to Gibbs' desk. Tim discretely put his hand on my back, sensing my anger. I looked up at him but he was staring at the screen. I then looked behind us to see the only one that could see us was Abby and the other team's probie, who was absolutely busy trying to find answers for his leader. Abby looked over at us and winked. My gaze returned to Tim, who gave me sheepish smile.

"Edward Francis Halligan." Ziva read "Owns a black two thousand five Range Rover. License plate eight nine six seven Y-Z-E." she said the last letter in a funny tone. I felt Tim's hand disappear seconds before he spoke.
"He received a call from Benedict's Metro office extension two weeks ago."
"You want to know how McGee figured it out?" Abby asked
"Nope." Gibbs said plainly.
"Halligan's an Irish National. He's been living here for the past three years. I'll run him by my Interpol contacts." Ziva said turning and walking to her desk
"Find him, Tony, and bring him in here." Gibbs said, before making his way to his desk.
"On it." Tony said

Ziva and I watched as Tim re-adjusted his coat collar before opening his empty draw.

"Anxious?" Ziva asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Does it show?" Tim asked sarcastically
"May I give you some advice?" Ziva asked standing up.
"Please." Tim begged and Ziva made her way round her desk and over to his.
"Be confident when Metro interrogates you. If you don't believe what you're saying, how can they?" Ziva said. It was like she was trying to get him to sell a pack of lies.
"Every time I think about it, it comes out a little different." Tim confessed.
"For God's sakes, don't tell that to Metro." Ziva scoffed. All was silent for a moment. Before Tony arrived.
"Where's the boss?" he asked
"Where's Halligan?" I asked back.
"Ah, not at home. I went to his house. It's really more like an estate. It's all marble and stone. Monolithic thing with Greco-Roman statues. Impressionist art. And flowers everywhere. In the front hall there were these two flowers like swans that were kissing." as Tony rambeled on, me and Tim shared exasperated looks.
"What about the Range Rover?" Tim asked cutting him off from saying anything else
"Oh, that wasn't in the garage, but that thing was loaded. Lamborghini's, Ferrari's, nineteen sixty-five Aston Martin, the Goldfinger…"
"Tony!" I snapped at the same time as Tim.
"Sorry." Tony said, looking over to Ziva to see her shaking her head "Sorry. Reminded me of when I was a kid in the Hamptons." Tony said putting his bag on his desk and sat down
"So you have no idea where he went?" Tim asked moving and standing by Tony's desk.
"Well, he told Seamus, that's his houseboy, he was going away for a few days. I'm telling you, if I had a master bedroom like that… mirrors on the ceiling…" I put my hands behind my neck and looked up. It was times like this that I hated Tony.
"My contact at Interpol said Halligan's been under investigation in Ireland, Britain, and France. Several indictments. All drug related, but none ever …. Ooh, Leazazel."
"Whatever that is doesn't sound good." Tony said as I moved my head a tiny bit, so I could see them.
"Halligan's on the goat. Oh, no! Not goat. Sheep?"
"Lam?" I asked.
"That's it."
"He's on the lam. There's no "B" in that, by the way." Tony told Ziva.
"Thank you." she said sarcastically "He bought a ticket at Dulles yesterday afternoon."
"To Ireland?" Tony asked
"Rabat, Moroc. Via Lisbon. No extradition."
"Benedict was arresting him. I killed a cop arresting a drug lord." with that Tim made his way to his on
"His goose is cooked." Ziva said. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I smoothed down my skirt and picked up my coat. Today I was wearing a pink cardigan top and a gray cotton skirt. I had nude tights and pale pink, lace boot, heels. I had a white trench coat over my arm and made my way to Tim's desk. He was sat in his chair and I pulled my self onto his desk.
"You would get that one right." I heard Tony mutter.

I had a feeling they would end up sitting there till the Metro came and took McGee to interrogation.

"Don't worry. Just tell them what you saw." I said and with that I stood up and went back to my desk. Leaving a folded piece of paper on his desk. He looked around then opened it when he saw no one was looking. He read what I wrote and looked up and nodded at me, a small smile on his face. It was then that the probie from the other team came over.

"Bella Swan?" he asked in a timid voice. I raised my hand a little and gave a small wave. He quickly made his way to my desk and lent over and whispered. "My name's Jay Prescott. I'm in the show tonight." he got even quieter on the last sentence. I gave a little nod. "There's an opening dance number that Karen forgot to mention. So I've been told I have to teach it to you." I felt my eyes widen.

"What!" I whisper/shouted standing up.

"Yea." he nodded amused by my reaction. He had obviously been told what to expect. "I'll meet you in the foyer at end of shift. Wear flexible clothes." he said the last one at normal volume, moving backwards. My three team mates sent us a surprised look. I shook my head. 'Okay. Jay's not so scared.'

The air was tense as we waited for Tim to return. We were all in silence till Ziva spoke.

"You should have gone with him." she said looking at Tony.
"Why me? He's your bud." Tony said looking up at Ziva. His eyes did a small dart to me though as he said the last thing.
"Bud?" Ziva asked confused.
"Bud. Buddy. Friend." he said standing up and heading to the printer by Gibbs' desk.
"You're not McGee's friend?" Ziva asked incredulously.
"Of course I'm his friend."
"English is a very confusing language. If you're his…. oh…. Leazazel!"
"There's that word, again." Tony said, moving to lean behind Ziva.
"Huh! Interpol missed Halligan in Portugal. He cleared Moroc Customs an hour ago." I opened my mouth to say something but Tim walked in so I shut it. As Tim walked over to his desk and took his coat off Gibbs walked in. as Tim layed his coat over the back of his chair Gibbs walked over to him and gave him a push on the shoulder.
"I let you down." he said then turned and started to make his way to his desk
"Boss, I think it's the other way around." Tim said.
"I should have gone with you to Metro." Gibbs said turning around to face Tim again. This time he actually made it back to his desk.
"I don't think it would have made a difference." Tim said making his way to stand in front of Gibbs desk. "I panicked. I thought he had a weapon in his hand. I need to face it. I shot a good cop making an arrest." he looked so down-hearted I just wanted to hug him. But that would give the game away.
"What cop makes a drug bust without a weapon?" Gibbs said standing up, anger rolling off of him.
"None!" Abby said. Wait Abby?! When did she get here. "Rule Number Eight is going to save you, McGee!"
"Never date a co-worker?" Tony asked, moving from by Ziva's desk to standing with Tim and Gibbs.
"Never go anywhere without your knife." Ziva said standing up, following Tony
"I thought that was nine." Tony said
"Never take anything for granted." Gibbs and I said at the same time
"Correcto, Jefe, Bells. But then again, you did make up the rules … and I'm pretty sure Bella has photographic memory or something."
"Get to the point, Abs." Gibbs snapped.
"I didn't do forensics on the jacket because we knew what happened. Then I remembered Rule Numero Ocho." she said shining a UV light on the jacket.
"Gunshot residue." Gibbs said.
"Based on the density and the pattern of the stippling and the sooting, one of the slugs in Lieutenant Benedict was fired from only one foot away."
"One of my shots missed?" I've never heard someone so happy to miss the target.
"I knew you weren't that good, Probie." Tim sent Tony a small glare. "Three for three at twenty-five meters? I don't think so."
"Halligan shot him from behind the wheel." Gibbs said
"Wrong, Boss!" Tony said
"Slap him, Ziva." and with that Ziva swung her hand up and whacked him round the head.
"If Halligan was behind the wheel then he was five or six feet away." I said. Everyone but Tony sent me funny looks. Tony handed the sheets he had printed over

"I pulled the registration from the Range Rover. It was brought into DMV for an inspection because it was imported from Ireland." he continued

"Right hand drive. British like Ducky's Morgan. Steering wheel's on the right hand side." I finished as Gibbs made his way to his desk.
"The person I saw arguing with Benedict was a passenger." Tim realized, turning to Gibbs.
"There was a third man." he said looking up.
"That's a great movie. Joseph Cotton. Orson Welles." Tony said.
"We're looking in the wrong direction. If McGee's third round didn't hit the SUV, then it's somewhere at the other end of that alley." Gibbs ordered. "Go! Abby, thank you." and Abby started pushing her trolley out.
"Boss, he still didn't fire at us." Tim said, depression sinking back in.
"You saw a flash, McGee. You heard a gunshot. You had no way of knowing if Benedict was firing at you or not. If I was in your position, McGee, I'd have fired. Go on! Run Halligan's phone records. See if you can't figure out who he was meeting with." Tim turned and slowly made his way to his desk.
"Right."
"Could be your two rounds weren't the fatal one." Gibbs said.

We had all gathered in Abby's lab as Ziva and Tony had found the bullet (rather quickly).

"The striations in the bullets are exact. It was definitely fired from McGee's Sig." Abby said comparing the two bullets
"Where did you two find the bullet?" Gibbs asked
"Miss Abby Sciuto." Tony said spinning and pointing at her.
"Right here, Boss." Ziva said as the picture came up on the screen. "Behind the body embedded in the door frame."
"McGee was wide to the left." Tony said, smugly.
"Where the hell is Benedict's weapon?" Gibbs asked "Yeah?" he said when Abby raised her hand.
"I have a theory." she said.
"Okay"
"McGee" she said, clicking a button on a remote and a black screen with an animated man appeared. "Identified himself. The man in the car fires point-blank at Benedict. Now like you said, it was too close and it was dark. So McGee couldn't distinguish where the flash came from and McGee fires back. One missed. And when Benedict fell, he dropped his weapon through the open window of the Range Rover." she described as we watched it happen on the screen. "What do you think?" she asked
"What's going on?" we all turned around at the new voice to see Tim walk in.
"We're saving your butt, McGee." Tony said. 'Again with the attitude. It wasn't to long ago we were rescuing your butt.'
"Hey, come on." Gibbs snapped at him "What do you got?" he asked Tim, hand stretched out and
"A dump of Halligan's phone records. The morning of the shooting, he placed several calls to Sergeant Archer's home and cell phones." Tim said, as Gibbs looked over the sheets.
"You mean Benedict's." Ziva said. It took all I had not to turn round and shout at her. But that would bring attention to me. Which I didn't want.
"No, Archer's. His partner." Tim said, sending Ziva a look.
"The call from Metro two weeks ago came from Archer, not Benedict." Gibbs said.
"Partners share extensions at the precinct." Tony realized
"I showed Archer a picture of Halligan yesterday. He acted like they'd never met." Gibbs said
"Well, one of the phone calls lasted eighteen minutes." Tim pointed out.

"That's an awful longtime for a wrong number." I whispered to Abby who started chuckling.
"Come on, McGee, Bella. You're with me." Gibbs said as we left.

Gibbs got his gun out of his draw. Then he took my gun out of his draw. "Bella. Your reinstated. McGee, come here. Use my back up." he finished taking a gun out of his holster on his left ankle.

"Archer's got to know that Halligan's in Morocco. He's never going to talk." Tim tried to point out.
"Is Halligan in Morocco?" Gibbs asked
"Ziva said he passed through customs." I said shrugging. I put my gun in my cream tote bag, not yet got my holster back, and put my white trench coat on.
"Well, maybe Archer doesn't know that. Pull an old warrant." he said nodding to the filing cabinet next to me. I quickly moved and pulled one out, folded it up and put it in my bag.

We pulled up outside Archer's house at roughly the same time he did.

"What's up?" he asked as he got out of the red sports car.
"Got a few questions." Gibbs asked, as we followed him. I saw Archer look me up and down. A little shocked at the transformation that has happened over night. Yesterday in jeans, jumper and trainers. Today in cardigan, skirt and heels, my white coat undone for him to see my outfit. Bag in the crook of my elbow and hair down. I would think I was someone else.
"He's supposed to be in custody." Archer said taking his eyes off of me long enough to point at Tim.
"He's in my custody." Gibbs said.

"You never told us... you spoke with Halligan." I said pausing to step forward slightly
"Never did." he said, still looking at me.
"Phone records show you exchanged several calls." Tim said, and I sighed a small sigh of relief when he looked away from me.
"Look, I don't care what your phone records say. I never talked to Halligan. You can ask him." I saw something flicker in his eyes when he said that. Oh yea. He was in on it.
"One of the calls was two weeks ago, about the time you claim you set the trap for Halligan." Tim said
"You know what? I don't need this from the guy who killed my partner." Archer said moving his arm and pointing at McGee. If he hadn't have been staring at me, I would have thought he was gay by the way he sassed it around.
"McGee shot him after someone inside the car fired first. Your partner suspected you were working with Halligan. He followed you to a meet in the alley." Gibbs said.
"You guys aren't laying this off on me." Archer said trying to act angry but I could tell just from the way he stood that he was nervous.
"We pulled a nine millimeter slug out of Benedict's chest. I want to run that against your service weapon." I said, pulling the warrant out of my bag, unfolding it and holding it up. "We're gonna search the premises."
"I'm not talking to Navy wannabee cops." I smirked as he shifted from one foot to the other, a clear sign of nerves.
"Interpol picked Halligan up in Lisbon. He never made it to Morocco. We'll get him back here and he'll talk. Halligan's not going to take the fall for you." Gibbs pointed out. Archer huffed and turned to walk away and suddenly spun back and punched Gibbs in the face I quickly pulled my gun out of my bag as he raised his gun. I shot 3 times, at the same time Gibbs did. I looked over to see Tim holding the gun. I walked forwards and kicked away the gun encase Archer had managed to survive.
"Don't ever hesitate because you second-guessed yourself again. I'll take your badge. Are we clear?" Gibbs said, standing in front of McGee, looking over at me as he finished
"Clear." we said nodding. Gibbs then walked off. I waited a second before grabbing Tim's arm.

"Come on. He'll leave without us and I don't feel like walking back to HQ. Especially as I have dance rehearsals straight after work." giving him the answer before he could ask the question.

"I'll come see the show if you want?" he asked as we approached the car.

"Only if you want to. I'll probably only fall over." I laughed as we got into the car. Gibbs sent us a look in the mirror. His face was blank but his eyes showed curiosity and understanding.

As I always fell over I guess he understood the remark but was curious as to the conversation.

I met Jay in the lobby and he drove us to the hall. Him and a girl called Allie showed me the dance routine. Let's say I wasn't looking forward to it.