A/N: Sigh...I know it's been a while since my last update. I blame the muse. As you all know, she tends to wander if we aren't able to write consistently.

He's agreed to plea to a lesser charge," Borin walked briskly keeping in step with Pride as they arrived at the exchange site hoping that Carson Meacham would lead them to the person behind the website.

"How lesser of a charge?" Pride held out his arm, commanding her to stop as Meacham came into view.

"Assault."

Pride took off his sunglasses so that Abigail could see the anger in his eyes. "He tried to kill two federal agents and nearly succeeded."

Getting into position, Pride pulled out his weapon, ready to spring into action once the transaction was complete. Borin did the same. Together they watched as Meacham took a seat on a park bench. A few moments, later a woman wearing a scarf over her head and donning dark glasses sat beside him, with a large duffle bag at her feet.

Eagerly, they waited for the woman to pull to her feet and walk away.

"Touch the bag," Pride said softly as if he were coaching Meacham. He needed the man to open the bag so that he and Borin could verify the exchange of money before going after the woman.

Hesitating, Meacham waited until the woman was a good several feet away before pulling the bag into his lap and opening it to check the contents.

Borin and Pride had just started towards him when they heard Meacham cry out the word; Bomb! The man couldn't get away fast enough as the satchel exploded in his hands, leaving a burned and trembling body to fight for life as a reward for his attempting to kill the two agents.

Instinctively, Pride shielded Borin with his body as debris started to fly. Borin felt Pride's body tense as hot splinters of wood from the bench Meacham had been sitting on rained down on his back and neck. They weren't close enough to thrown from the blast but still caught the majority of the fragments.

"Well, that was mighty chivalrous of you," Borin quipped when Pride finally released her.

The smell of a burning body wafted in the air as they started toward what was left of Carson Meacham. "He's gone," Pride confirmed as something caught Borin's keen eye.

"Dwanye, take a look at this," Kneeling she began to pick up small pieces of confetti that were imprinted with a lion's head.

Sasha Broussard. Now it all made sense. She was already in jail for her dealings with Jenks and the Navy contraband scheme which meant he couldn't touch her. Sure, he would add the attempted murder of two federal agents to her list of charges, but he would be denied the satisfaction of actually wiping the smug look off of her face when he arrested her. The memory of actually bringing her in for the other would have to suffice for now.

Loretta walked into the back room off of Sebastian's lab to the find the man child trying to engage her two patients in a game of cards, Magic of the Gathering, to be exact. "How are my two favorite agents getting along this afternoon?" she beamed, saving them from the over excited forensic scientist.

"Bored out of their damn minds," Chris tossed out thankful for the rescue. The idea of playing magic cards with Sebastian was driving him insane.

Brody looked at him with a mischievous grin. "Aw, c'mon LaSalle you must have played magic cards as kid."

"Never," he relented as Loretta approached him and quietly slipped something into his hand.

Saint Christopher's Medallion. "Thanks," he smiled putting it on. "I've been wondering where this was."

Brody looked on curiously sensing something familiar about the band that was now hanging around his neck. "My sister used to have a leather choker just like that."

LaSalle looked at Loretta who in return gave him a nod.

"You gave it to me." He said watching Brody's face contort with a smile and mixture of confusion. At the moment, she found the idea almost laughable. Her sister's necklace was one of her most valued possessions.

"Why would I do that?" she asked watching as LaSalle averted his eyes.

Both Loretta and Sebastian were staring at her now, giving her the feeling she had said something wrong.

"Christopher recently lost someone very close to him." Loretta said, placing her hand on Chris' shoulder in a show of support. It had only been a couple of months since Baitfish had gunned down his childhood sweetheart and although most days were good there were still times when he thought the pain would swallow him whole.

Brody thought for a moment as an awkward silence filled the room. "Savannah," she said finally, earning a small smile of approval from her partner.

"That's right."

Slowly, the events of the past year were starting to come back, Brody sighed inwardly, happy that she had a real breakthrough. Although she still didn't understand the depth of her relationship with LaSalle and the rest of the team she felt comfortable enough to know that they cared about her enough to include her as family.

2 Days later…

Women's Detention Center

"Dwayne, Dwayne, Dwayne," Sasha Broussard sighed as she looked down at the tiny scraps of paper bearing her former company's symbol. "Why on Earth would I want to go after your people? Now, tell me what good would that do?" Her former business partner had already done that and left quite a gaping hole in the NCIS team.

"I don't know," Pride countered. "You tell me."

Sasha sat back in her chair, looking smug. "I've got nothing to say except that I'm happy that agent LaSalle has been reunited with his girlfriend. And you're other agent, what was her name? Brumley?"

Pride's nostrils started to flare as he pulled to his feet, palming the small table that stood between them. "I'm not here to play games with you, Sasha. I'm here to let you know, that you're going down for murder."

"You think that scares me?" Sasha retorted, twisting a piece of her long brown hair. She was already going down for the murder of the prison guard she and Jenks had hired to kill her brother Frank so what was one more?

"You have a lot to learn about me, Dwayne." She added as he straightened to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why don't you enlighten me a little me then?"

"Well, for starters, I didn't try to kill your people. As you already know, I prefer not to beat around the bush. Second, if I was trying to kill them, I wouldn't advertise it on a website!" Sasha was raised old school. When someone needed to be removed, you either did it yourself or hired a well reference professional.

Pride pondered for a moment. If it wasn't Sasha then who was it and why would they use her company logo?

"A niece or nephew maybe? Someone from Messier's family perhaps? It had to be someone with knowledge of his history with the Broussard's.

"What about Ashley's kids?" Ashely Broussard had been killed in a boating accident in 2010, leaving behind two young teenage children. They'd be in their late teens now and possibly curious about the family business.

"They're children," Sasha scoffed. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm always serious," Pride replied, formulating an idea. It was time for Brody and LaSalle to come back from the dead.

A/N: I love Sasha don't you? It was always the plan to include her in this little adventure in some way, shape or form.