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Tim's words stopped Tony in his track and he spun around. He felt a catch in his ribs that he almost slipped his notice because of his shock. Even Gibbs seemed stunned into silence. Shelby was the first to speak.

"Cal Baird is dead, Agent McGee." Shelby said annoyed. "He was killed some 10 odd years ago in a car accident."

"His "body"," McGee said quoting his fingers, "was identified by DNA samples sent to Harpers Laboratories. The remains were then cremated by his grandmother, Josie Baird. Ziva checked out the lab." He glanced at Ziva who picked up the story.

"They have been investigated many times and closed last year after a huge lawsuit. Apparently they were not very good at their job. " She summed up quickly, knowing how important this was to Tim and how excited he was to have found it. She didn't want to steal his moment. McGee rushed into the rest of his explanation not wanting to be interrupted. He needn't have worried. Gibbs and Tony still stood gaping at McGee with the same expressions they had when he first began.

"Cal was in the military, Special Forces, for 3 years, when he got out he applied and was accepted to as an FBI agent. He had been in training for one year before the accident. The profile the CIA had was right. He fits everything. Plus," McGee rushed over to his desk and pulled out a file, "the first assassination credited to our mystery man was 2 weeks after Cal Baird was officially declared dead."

"All the training and the killings start 2 weeks after he dies. That's quite a coincidence, Boss." Tony chimed in, finally finding his voice.

Shelby shook his head. "I'm not saying you're wrong, ok, you could be right, but there are probably hundreds of people who fit that profile."

McGee frowned. "Umm, that's statistically unlikely."

"I'll do you one better." Gibbs said to Shelby. "How many of those who fit the profile have tried to break their grandmother out of jail?"

"Why isn't he trying to spring his brother then, if he's so close to his family?" Shelby countered not ready to give up.

"Sometimes siblings do not get alone." Ziva said softly. Shelby shook his head again, still not ready to give in. "I just don't know. It seems like such a leap."

Tony grinned. "Mad that the CIA didn't figure it out, huh?"

Shelby flushed. "That doesn't have anything to do with it! I told Vance and Gibbs and I'll tell you, I just want him caught. It doesn't have anything to do with credit."

"Yeah? I think-."

"That's enough." Gibbs interrupted. "Kyle Baird will be here soon. We'll see his reaction to this theory."

"You're going to convince him to give his brother up?" Shelby asked doubtfully.

"Maybe, we don't know if he even knows his brother is alive." Gibbs stated heading toward the elevator.

"That's true." Tony said thoughtfully.

Shelby looked at his watch. "Well it had better be soon, we don't have much time."

"Yeah." Gibbs nearly tripped over the box at McGee's desk. "What is this?" he growled.

"I brought it." Shelby said. "FBI brought it over right before I came. Said it was stuff they had on the assassinations."

"Anything good?"

"Not from what I could see. Same stuff we have"

"Go thought it, unless you find another lead on Cal." Gibbs directed his three agents.

He paused at the corner of McGee's desk and tapped it.

"McGee." He said softly waiting for the man to look up. When he did he could tell the younger agent was still preoccupied trying to work with all the new information he had.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Good job."

McGee smiled faintly as the elevator doors closed.

Once again Gibbs found himself in interrogation with no time to waste on his usual games and tactics. There were only 10 minutes left before Cal, or whoever, carried their threat out.

He sat down across from Kyle and studied him for a few seconds. Kyle's shoulders were hunched and his head was down. He appeared to be sulking. Gibbs narrowed his eyes.

"Its Cal, isn't it." Kyle didn't look up.

"What's Cal? I don't know what you mean." Kyle tried to deny, but his averted eyes told Gibbs everything he needed to know.

"Your brother, you're brother Cal is trying to kill my agents. Endangering my people seems to be becoming a family pastime."

"Cal is dead." Kyle said monotone, ignoring the sarcasm. "He died years ago, in a car accident."

"We have evidence that he's alive." Gibbs bluffed. "It will only be a matter of time before we find him."

When Kyle was silent, Gibbs lost his patience.

"Where is he?" Gibbs growled grabbing the front of Kyle's shirt and nearly pulled him out of his seat. "I know you know what I'm talking about and I don't have time to play with you." Kyle shoved him away, glaring.

"Don't you think if we were close I'd be gone too!" He snapped. "Cal hates me. He thinks I'm a screw up." With that he let his head drop in his hands breathing heavily.

"Wonder why?" Gibbs muttered before he frowned. "What do you mean "gone too"?"

Kyle's expression changed to confusion. "You let Granny go right? He-he made you to let her go…right?"

"No, she's still here."

Kyle's face became a mask of fear. "Agent Gibbs, look I'm sorry about the Vicki and I'm sorry about what I did to your agents, but don't-don't mess with Cal. He is very dangerous."

"You're afraid of him." Gibbs said suddenly understanding.

Kyle nodded.

"Tell me where he is." Gibbs said a little more gently. "It can only help you."

"I swear I don't know. Granny doesn't even…she has a number to call if she needs help but even she doesn't know."

Gibbs sighed and looked at the clock.

McGee glanced at the clock. He knew they didn't have much time. He didn't really know what they were waiting for though. Yes, Cal said he was going to do something, but the condition was unless they let Mrs. Baird go. They hadn't so there really wasn't much they could do except be prepared. Unlike Shelby he was positive it was Cal. Too much fit for it to be anyone else. His attempt to free Mrs. Baird just clinched it. He didn't know if Gibbs was entirely convinced but he knew at least the senior agent would give it fair consideration.

McGee shifted though some more files in the FBI box. It was still over half full and would take longer than they had to go through the rest of it. He glanced around and then down the hall. Tony had disappeared; Ziva was working at her desk on the files. He really needed to go to the bathroom and he figured a quick trip couldn't hurt.

McGee stepped into the bathroom and found Tony at the sink washing his hands. He walked over to stand beside him and began talking.

"Well, I can't find anything. Agent Shelby was right, all the FBI files I've come across are basically what we've already seen. I don't know why they didn't bring it over right away though. I would think it would be high priority for them to. Guess not."

It took Tim a few moments to realize he was basically talking to himself. Tony had been washing his hands the whole time. Tim frowned.

"Hey, earth to Tony."

"Yeah." He said softly. "I'm listening."

"What's the matter?" McGee asked moving to see his face better. Tony avoided his gaze.

"Nothing."

McGee's first instinct upon looking at Tony's pinched face was to think his pain meds had worn off, his own certainly were. Suddenly it suddenly hit him. When it did, he felt his stomach drop. "You told Gibbs didn't you." McGee said realization dawning on him. "That's why the elevator was stopped so long." He said almost to himself.

"It's not always about you McGee." Tony said, almost wincing at how harshly it came out. "What make you think I told?"

"You've barely looked me in the eye since you came off the elevator." McGee countered.

Tony had never had much of a problem bending the truth a little, when necessary, so he didn't know why it was so hard now. He also knew McGee would never believe him so he didn't say anything. His silence now told McGee everything he needed to now.

"I can't believe…" McGee trailed off angrily.

"Come on Probie. Don't you think he would have found out anyway?" Tony said lightly, completely opposite of how he felt, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"That's not the point." McGee said sharply, "I certainly didn't expect my partner to be the one to rat me out." He spun around and headed for the door.

"Tim, wait-." Tony put his hand on McGee's arm. McGee shook him off and shoved the door open. Tony followed him and nearly ran into Ziva outside. He watched Tim's retreating form round the corner before exhaling loudly and leaning back against the wall.

Ziva had heard the tail end of the conversation and observed Tim storming out with Tony following him.

"He knows?" She asked.

"Yeah, Ziva. He knows." Tony said dejectedly.

"I am sorry, Tony." She said as sincerely as he had ever heard her.

"Yeah, me too."

"McGee will not hold a grudge long yes?"

Tony shook his head. "What was I thinking, Ziva? Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut when Gibbs asked me?" He fretted.

Ziva looked at him sympathetically. "It was not your fault, Tony. You were stuck in an elevator with Gibbs. I'm sure you did not have much choice." He didn't look convinced and she added softly. "Anyway, it wasn't completely your fault. I started it. I should not have been so loud in a public place. I know how Gibbs can sneak up on people."

Tony's ringing phone interrupted the res t of the conversation as he pulled it out of his jacket to answer it.

Gibbs shut the door on interrogation and meet Agent Shelby in the hallway. They headed quickly back down to the basement.

"I can't believe it." Shelby said finally.

"Can't believe NCIS could get it right?"

Shelby rolled his eyes. "No, how close we are. We've never been this close before. I'm just excited we have a name."

"Don't get excited till he's in custody."

As they walked Gibbs checked off in his mind what needed to be done. He had made sure Ducky, Abby and Palmer were in a safe part of the building. He really didn't think Cal would attack them, he was more likely to go right for the team, but he took precautions anyway. His cell phone rang right before they were about to step into the elevator. He paused at the door to answer it.

"Gibbs."

"Hello Agent Gibbs." A smooth vice greeted him.

"Hello, Cal." Shelby perked up when he heard the name.

Cal laughed.

"Very good, Agent Gibbs. I assumed someone would figure it out when I took such an interest in my grandmother, though it did take longer than I had anticipated."

"We know you now, Cal. Name, history. What will you do?" Gibbs asked hoping if they talked long enough Cal would give something away.

"It hardly matters, Agent Gibbs. I have no finger prints and I certainly don't look the same as I did then, my birth name is not who I am anymore. My name might as well be John Doe. I have no identity; I can be anyone, anywhere, anytime. I could be your mail carrier, delivery man, an FBI agent…"

"What do you mean?" Gibbs asked his blood going cold.

"Why don't you ask Agent Shelby? I got to meet with him earlier today. Oh, excuse me, Gibbs, but I've got an appointment to make a call. I'd head down to your agents if I were you."

Gibbs snapped his phone shut and hit his speed dial. He was surprised to find his hands shaking a little. He took one look at the elevator before running to the stiars. Shelby hurried to keep up.

"The box of files you got from the FBI," He questioned Shelby, "Who brought them? Did you know them?"

"I told you it was the FBI."

"Did you know the agent?" Gibbs was going down the stairs as fast as he could, Shelby just a few steps behind him.

"No. How could I? There are thousands of FBI agents in-."

"He had credentials?" Gibbs interrupted willing the phone to be picked dup on the other end.

"Of course. What's going on?"

"I-." The phone clicked and Gibbs heard his senior field agent's voice. "Tony, get everyone away from that box the FBI brought."

"What's going on?"

"No time, get them away now!" Gibbs exited the stairwell a few seconds later, slamming open the door to the lower level when the heart stopping sound of an explosion boomed through the halls.

Tony sprinted and started yelling before he rounded the corner. "McGee, get away from-!"

The blinding flash and force of an explosion knocked him back. His head slammed against the wall and everything went black.

I am normally a McGee girl, but since this is a Tony/McGee story I feel obligated to hurt Tony as well. I know I sound like a sociopath and the only thing that makes it worse is I am only writing what others enjoy reading. :)

This would have been done sooner, but life has been crazy and I didn't want to split it up. (I did consider it though) The good news is next week I will have much more time to write so hopefully I can get the next chapter up much quicker. P.S. If there is anything wrong with this chapter I am so sorry. It is very late, but I really wanted to get it up. Please let me know and I will edit.

Thanks so much for reading!