"I told you that you're off the case, McNamara."
Suzanne came into MTAC after hours, finding Gibbs at his desk and looking through the database. She stopped by after class a few days later, dressed in her jeans, long-sleeved shirt with blazer. Instead of the typical briefcase, she carried a black backpack. She had two cups of coffee. One was hers, while the other she picked up for Gibbs.
"And I told you Dao was set up." Suzanne handed Gibbs his cup and opened her bag, tossing a file onto his desk. "There's the proof."
Gibbs fumbled through the paperwork, Suzanne further explained.
"Dao secured Amnesties, study visas for the girls in the village, nothing else."
"Someone higher up?" Gibbs questioned.
"Definitely." Suzanne leaned closer to Gibbs' desk, flipped the file to the pages. "No offshore accounts. No mysterious deposits, withdrawals…He was working within the law."
Gibbs became distracted by Suzanne's lavender perfume. It lingered in his work area. He took a large breath to simply enjoy the aroma.
"Um…Suzanne?" Gibbs recomposed himself. "Where did you find the information?"
"I have a friend whose friend works at the Embassy." She replied. "They'll give declassified information for us to sort over for Law Review. I did some footwork and found this information." Suzanne passed another file. Gibbs read, eyes growing larger in surprise.
"We need to talk to Ambassador Dao."
"I did." Suzanne replied. "I took him some coffee to the interrogation room."
He looked curiously.
"People tend to let down their guard to someone nice." Gibbs nodded in agreement. "Anyway, he helped in narrowing the pool down to 2 people."
"Good work, Angel."
Gibbs kissed Suzanne on her forehead. Tim noticed the sign of affection, didn't think anything further except the fact Boss was happy.
"Thank McNamara for sticking her nose into our business, McGee. We got a lead; let's roll!"