Wow I can finally upload now. Well this is kinda shorter than I would like but I didnt want to ramble on and on. As a celebration of the little login glitch being fixed I am going to be posting another small chapter in just a few more minutes. Thanks for the reveiws and I really hope you guys are liking this story. Still trying to work some of the kinks out of my writing style and flushing out the story but hopefully you all like it. It's all for you guys anyway. So without any further ado or gilding the lilly here you go.

A/N: Dont own any part of NCIS.

8:00 A.M Park overlooking the Anacostia

Tony sat on the park bench waiting patiently for his friend. He was touched that his friend would hop on the first available flight to D.C. to discuss things with him in person. Obviously the information that his friend had to be something beyond major. He just wanted it to be the kind of information that would send him and his team breaking down doors and start making arrests. The longer this case went on the more pain and guilt he felt. He wanted it to be over; maybe then the nightmares would stop. Talking with Ziva and telling her his feelings had helped but still it just masked the helplessness he felt at not putting an end to the criminals behind the tragedy. He needed it to be over so he could meet the girl he saved and tell her that everything was okay now, and the people who had hurt her and her family could no longer hurt anyone else anymore. He could not wait for that day.

He looked around the park and saw his friend walking towards him. Tony stood and held out his hand to his friend that he had only known in the James Bond Chat room known as M'sBoss453, or James Mason in real life. Tony noticed that his friend looked rather tired from his long flight and he quickly shook his hand and offered him a seat on the bench. They sat and looked at each other, each taking in the other. Tony smiled and said, "Your taller than I expected." His friend laughed and replied, "Well your not exactly what I expected either."

James's smile dropped and he said, "You know Tony, when I told you that if you ever needed some help from Mother England, I was thinking more along the lines of telling you which pub to visit. The Bulldog was not exactly what I had in mind." Tony turned his attention towards the river in front of them and said, "Well, like I said on the phone I am sorry to ask this of you, and I really appreciate you coming here to help me with this." Tony turned back to his friend and asked, "So what do you know about this guy?"

James took in a deep breath and turned towards the river. "What I tell you cannot be put into any report. This is between you and me, and this meeting never took place." He said. He turned his attention back to Tony and waited for him to respond which he did with a nod. James nodded and said, "He's a spook as you call them. He is a MI-5 operative."

Tony's jaw dropped but quickly recovered. He shook his head and asked, "What's his assignment? Who's his handler?" James let out a large sigh; "I am his handler. That's why I came in person. Your CIA tried a similar thing with Renee Benoit. Our operation is similar but with large differences. We don't try to regulate the weapons trade, we arrest the buyers not just track them. We set an agent up with a very convincing cover that would hold up under any scrutiny including by that of your CIA. Every one of his clients is tagged with the weapons he buys. We have put 9 terrorist cells out of commission with his help, not to mention we have helped several governments in Africa who are friends of the British and the U.S. governments."

Tony nodded along with his friends' tale, absorbing the information. He then asked, "Where does the Islamic Dawn come into play?" James nodded and returned to staring at the river. He slowly started, "We were contacted two months ago by our backwater channels about the Islamic Dawn. Apparently these guys were looking for arms for quite a long time because they were on the radar of almost every arms dealer in the world. We were close to a deal and were ready to contact your state department when two attempts were made on the Bulldog's life. Apparently the Bulldog had become too successful for another dealers liking. When they failed in their attempts on his life they began talking to the Islamic Dawn. Our negotiations began to break down but we did get one good piece of information, the other dealer sneaking in on us told them that the Islamic Dawn and the Bulldog were under investigation. They would give them the names of who were behind the investigations if they would deal only with them. The Islamic Dawn even tried to sell us the information."

Tony took a deep breath to steady himself, he wondered if they had bought the information and warned them could the attack have been avoided. He pushed the thoughts away and continued with his questions, "Do you know who the other dealer was?" James nodded and turned his head to avoid Tony's eyes.

"We had just found out a few hours before you called me." James looked at his feet. "Your not going to like what I have to say Tony." Tony stared at the side of his friends face not blinking and said, "James, I need to know."

James nodded not taking his eyes off of the running track in front of the bench they sat on. "When we started negotiations someone kept trying to hack into Bulldogs computer files. We back traced it to the CIA. We immediately talked directly to the director of the CIA and he told us he would check into it personally. We heard back from him and he told us that there were no mentions of the Bulldog anywhere in the agency. We were suspicious but kept on as business as usual although more cautiously. We were hacked again and were able to trace it this time to an employee of Axis Trading in Paris. And Axis as you know was a front for Renee Benoit's arms dealing. Now here's the kicker, Axis was bought out earlier this year by Midco Trading and Shipping owned by one Adrienne Mercen." James reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small manila envelope and handed it to Tony as he said, "I believe you know him by another name though."

Tony opened the envelope and pulled out a single picture. His eyes burned with unbridled anger as realization sunk in as to whom the picture was of. "Trent Kort." He spat the words out.

James nodded and said, "Seems as though Kort is taking over Benoit's organization for real. We contacted the CIA and we were informed that they lost contact with him some months ago and his control officer turned up dead two weeks ago." He sighed and continued, "Kort's gone rogue as is taking out competitors when he can and when he can't he steals their clients with information gathered from his CIA contacts under the guise that they are crucial to his investigations. All CIA contacts and personnel are now under strict orders to turn in Kort if he contacts them."

Tony clenched and unclenched his fist remembering the last time he had seen Kort and punched him. He tried to calm himself as much as he could and managed to quell the rage that was making his arms shake. Tony flinched when he felt James's hand on his shoulder. He let the anger ebb so he could make sense when he spoke. He told James, "I am going to kill him." The cold fire James saw in his eyes sent a small shudder through his spine. He quickly covered his unease at his friends' words and said, "Then I can help."

James stood and pulled a small piece of paper out of his inside coat pocket. He held it out to Tony who took it with trembling hands. "Got a tip from our surveillance of Islamic Dawn members. Deals going down at nine o'clock tonight. That's the address." Tony read the paper and placed it into his pocket along with the envelope that had Kort's picture in it. He stood and clasped his friend's hand while saying, "Thank you James. You're a good friend and are my personal 007." James let out a small chuckle and smiled warmly at Tony and said, "I take that as a rather large compliment." James's smile died as he turned very serious. He said, "Tony. Kort has turned against everything he believed in. Because of this good people have died and many more are in danger. Don't underestimate him. And don't let him get away." Tony nodded and let go of his friend's hand. James nodded back at Tony and began walking towards the direction he came from.

Tony said quietly, "I won't let you or anyone else down."

Tony began to walk in the direction his car was parked as he contemplated his next move. His anger and rage began to rise within him as he thought about Kort. He had been the bane of Tony's existence for the better part of two years. Now finally it seems that Mr. Kort had gone beyond the CIA's protection and he would finally have his chance to bring him down. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought about the other people in his life that had their own personal demons. Jenny who did everything in her power as director to track down Benoit. He had died under very suspicious circumstances and he had in fact been blamed for. Tony knew there was more to his death however than anyone would know. He had the idea that Jenny had been behind it but had never had reason to follow up on his suspicions. His death had been right, but was it the correct kind of right. Many people deserve death but Benoit's had lacked justice and only brought peace to Jenny and her alone.

Gibbs had Ari Haswari. He had done everything possible including breaking a few laws to bring him down. And again Ari had died under a cloud of suspicion. But the only two people who knew the facts were not talking and would never talk about it. His death too had been right but also lacked the justice that they were swore to uphold. Tony had likened Ari to Moby Dick and Gibbs to Ahab. Was Kort his Moby Dick? How far would Tony go to get this man? Would he deliver unto him a death that would please only him, or would he do the other right option and take him in and let justice decide his fate.

He came to the conclusion that he would only know the answer to these questions when the time presented itself. He was a lot like Gibbs but he didn't want to be Gibbs. He respected Jenny and still felt guilty over her death, but her decisions had cost him and his team so much hurt. The question still lingered in his mind but one thing was certain, he was no longer thinking, "what would Gibbs do?" Now the question that truly frightened him was "What would DiNozzo do?"