A/N: Yikes! It's been almost a month since I updated! Sorry, hope this was worth the wait.

Chp. 22

Terry stared through the glass at the former Medical Examiner's Assistant, now dressed in an orange jumpsuit, not unlike the green surgical scrubs he once wore. Gibbs watched Terry watching Palmer. Finally, Terry sighed and looked at the ceiling. "This sucks, any way you slice it."

"Couldn't have said it better myself. Who do you want?" Gibbs asked.

"You take nimrod here. I'll take Lee."

With that the two men parted ways, in an attempt to find out why their world had been turned upside down in the last week.

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Michelle nervously watched the door, wondering who would walk through it. Not that any of the scenarios that played in her head were appealing. Each one ended with her being badly beaten and/or shot. Suddenly, the door opened and she jumped, startled out of her revelry. Her shackles rattled at the violent movement. The figure, whom she still hadn't looked at, chuckled. "Nervous?" Terry asked, and she looked him.

"No," she lied.

"Well, you should be." He said, taking a sip of coffee and placing a second cup on the table in front of Lee.

"You know, Michelle, can I call you Michelle?" Terry asked, looking at her. She nodded.

"Ok. Michelle, we know that you worked with Muhannad Al-Hasmiri, Nazeem Khaleed, and Jaleel Hussein. The think I can't understand is, why? I mean, I get what their problem is. I was ordered to kill Hasmiri four years ago."

Her eyebrows raised in surprised. "Really. Why didn't you?"

"Sonofabitch gave me the slip. But I wouldn't worry about him now." Terry said, the anger back in his eyes.

Lee's eyes fell to the ground. Seconds later, Terry was in her face. "That's right, bitch! You're handlers are dead. Now, I wanna know why you and your husband helped the people who tried to kill my wife and son!"

Michelle was shaking now. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Terry stood and walked away. Two uniformed security guards stood in the hallway outside the interrogation room. They looked up when Terry exited. "Sir?" the more senior of the two asked, looking at him.

"She's all yours, gentlemen." Terry said, and made his way past them and went to the bullpen.

At 0230 hours, the bullpen was empty when he went to his desk. He sat and rubbed his face, trying to wake himself. He heard footsteps and looked up. Gibbs stood in front of him. "Palmer say anything?"

"Spineless twit folded." Gibbs said.

"What now?"

"Now, we turn them over to the U. S. Marshals service. They'll be tried, hopefully convicted, and…" Gibbs let the last word hang.

"…and executed." Terry said, standing and going to the elevator. Gibbs followed.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Gibbs asked as they waited for the car to arrive.

Terry turned as the elevator arrived and the doors opened. "You're damn right that's what I want."

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