a/n - Wow, thank you for all the reviews, you guys seriously rock. Today, the plot thickens again. Watch for details, there may be a test later.

Fornell tossed the file down onto the table and rubbed at his eyes. Pages and pages of possible victims and tox screens were making him cross-eyed. Myers dropped into the chair next to him with a fresh stack off the printer. "If nothing else, I think we can nail Moore for the destruction of a national forest. We're going to need more paper." Fornell laughed at his comments, but his focus was on McGee as the younger man suddenly straightened up and started typing furiously.

"You find something else, McGee?"

"One of Moore's charities is a homeless shelter in New York."

"Soooo?"

"NYPD has put together a task force of their own, investigating the increase of murdered and missing homeless." McGee shook his head as he studied the NYPD file he had hacked into. "They're not really taking it seriously, but it's an election year so they can't ignore it completely."

Fornell came over and read over McGee's shoulder. "What makes you think there's a connection?"

"I don't think Moore does anything without a reason. Look at the list of charities he supports, almost all of them are medical, religious or tied in somehow with people that fall through the cracks of society. Then there's the other businesses he's bought into. Why would he need a fleet of bulldozers?"

"Bulldozers? You're right, that is weird." Myers came over to join them at the computers as McGee continued to explain what was bothering him about some of his latest finds.

"Have you really listened to all of Moore's speeches? The man rambled more than any politician I've ever heard, but there's one catchphrase that keeps showing up. He typed a command into the computer he was using and an audio file loaded and started playing. Fornell recognized Moore's nasally voice and concentrated on the words.

~God is not pleased with what we have allowed to happen to his country. Soon he will sweep his hand across this great land and scorch the world of all the non-believers. We will rise above the flames and rebuild this great country with his chosen ones. Mark my words, our day is coming.~

"Okay, yeah, the guy is seriously creepy, but what's your point?" Myers looked back and forth between McGee and Fornell. Fornell was still staring at the line McGee had pointed out on the NYPD file.

"The bodies of the homeless that's turned up in New York were all burned."

Before Fornell could come up with an explanation, he phone rang. McGee and Myers watched as he paled and closed his eyes. Eventually, he spoke. "I've had a National Guard helicopter monitoring the pick up of Lacy."

"What went wrong?" Myers kept glancing between his boss and the young man who was already blaming himself.

Fornell was moving towards the door. "Sniper, they think. The car went into the river." He pinned McGee with a look. "Jason and I are the only ones left with the code to get in here. Anybody else shows up, shoot first ask questions later and keep working. Find out how Moore made us." Before McGee could answer, Fornell and Myers were out the door.

---NCIS---

"Hank!" Sacks was yelling for his partner as soon as he broke through the surface of the water. When the gray haired man did not surface, Ron took a deep breath and dove back down. The return trip seemed to take much longer and his lungs were burning before he reached the car. Inside, Hank was conscious, but his coordination was failing as he desperately sawed at his seat belt with his small pocket knife. The car had come to rest on the door that Sacks had been ejected through as the car rolled into the water, so he started pulling and prying at the driver's side door. It yielded only seconds after the belt came free and with a last burst of energy, Ron pulled him free of the wreckage.

Once they reached the surface, Sacks let them drift in the current until they reached some low hanging branches that protected them from view. He forced Hank's hands around the lowest branch. "Hank, come on buddy, stay with me. I need you to hang on so I can get Lacy."

"It's, it's too late." Thompson was coughing and shivering as he tried to get Sacks to listen to reason. "He's not worth killing yourself over." Sacks didn't answer as he started swimming back upstream.

---NCIS---

Tim rubbed at his chest as the screen filled with the information he was looking for. A phone call was made to one of Moore's shell companies less than ten minutes after the agents had left with a signed warrant. The call originated in the clerk's office, the only other person who would have known about the impending arrest. Acting purely on instinct, he picked up his cell phone and hit the first number in his speed dial.

---NCIS---

Gibbs sat at his desk, reading over the reports from the bombing at the recruiter's office and subsequent shootout at the embassy. No matter how many times he read the cold hard facts, it still pained him to review it. Lost in thought, he didn't bother to look at the caller ID when his phone rang. "Yeah, Gibbs."

~Boss, it's McGee. I need help.~

"What's happened?" Gibbs was instantly upright and snapping his fingers at DiNozzo. Tony and Ziva immediately scrambled to their feet and grabbed their gear.

~The guy we're after just took out half the task force. There's a mole in Judge Andrews staff and …~

Gibbs didn't bother waiting for the elevator, just headed straight for the stairs. "Tell me what happened, McGee." Behind him, DiNozzo and David exchanged worried glances as they ran to keep up. Gibbs didn't say anything to them until they were in the sedan as he raced through the streets.

"Boss?"

"They got their first arrest warrant today for one of the smaller players. Their big fish got a call from the Judge's clerk right after they left chambers." He swallowed and licked his lips, a nervous tell Tony had never seen from his boss. "It looks like a sniper took out half the task force."

"What about McGee?"

Gibbs spared Tony a sideways glance as he cut through traffic. "Safe for the moment."

Ziva recognized their destination. "Safe as long as we get to the mole before McGee's location can be traced." Nothing more was said as training took over. Vests on, Gibbs flashed his badge and they were able to bypass the metal detectors and the usual questions. The elevator was bypassed as they again used the stairs, as much for stealth as it was for speed. They entered the fifth floor corridor as a young woman stepped out of the target office. She saw them and ran back inside, locking the door.

Tony prepared to go high and Ziva was ready to go low as Gibbs kicked the door in. The woman was straddling the window and with a calm smile on her face she looked at Gibbs. "We will scorch the world of all the non-believers. You can't stop us." Still smiling, she pushed herself backwards out of the window.

"The hell we can't." Tony dove as she fell, managing to grab her hand as the momentum dragged him forward. Ziva and Gibbs lunged for his legs and started dragging them both back in through the window. The unknown woman was not willing to be rescued and clawed at DiNozzo's wrist, raking down his arm with her nails. Sweat and blood slicked his hand and before Gibbs could lean forward enough to snatch her, she was able to pull free of Tony's grip. The three agents watched as she fell to the concrete, the smile never leaving her face.