Tobias Fornell, Special Agent at the FBI, walked into the basement of his sort of friend, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He had sounded really tense over the phone, and Fornell was dreading the coming talk. Usually if Gibbs sounded like that, something bad was about to happen to someone, and more often than not this meant a hell of a lot of paperwork for Fornell.
"Evening, Gibbs. So, what do you want?" Fornell asked.
"Hello Tobias. I need to find someone. Met him twice. The first time at a crime scene, where he stole my case, the second time at the navy yard, where he stole my suspect. He said he was FBI." Gibbs answered.
"So, you think someone impersonated an FBI agent to cover up a crime?" Fornell asked.
"I'm not sure. Someone went to court for the first crime, now it's up to the judge. The second time only happened last week. I found out who our suspect was yesterday. Man by the name of John Bradford Horn. A very slippery dirtbag, was caught several times in several nations across the world and managed to get away every time. I think that whoever my guy is, he wants to make sure there is no foul play. I don't know what to think." Gibbs replied.
"What can you tell me about him?" Fornell asked.
"Not much. Called himself Michael Briggs, was completely dressed in white. And I mean completely. Head to toe, even the tie was white. His suit looked tailored, and he had a panama hat. He wore an eye patch over his left eye and walked with a cane. That tell you something?" Gibbs answered.
"I've heard of him. I don't know his name, not even a code name. But I know that he is very high up in one of our intelligence agencies. Way up, very near the top. From what I have heard he is absolutely loyal to this country, hates traitors and always gets what he wants. Him showing up is usually a very bad sign if you have something to hide. He is one of the good guys, but not someone to mess with. I heard of one agent who did something to piss him off, he ended up with the worst possible posting you can have at the FBI. He's still there, five years later." Fornell said.
"So, a good guy, huh?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah. Leave it alone, Gibbs. It's not worth your pension." With those parting words Fornell walked out.
Gibbs took some time thinking over what Fornell had said. It made sense, but he still didn't like it. What right did the man in white have to butt in on his investigations? Good guy or not, that was not something Gibbs could tolerate. If a case was his, he would see it to the end. No interference allowed. Even if the guy turned out to be the President himself, he would track him down and give him a piece of his mind.
Back in his office, Archangel smiled.