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Sean sat at the table in an Interrogation Room. He wasn't nervous, or if he was he hid it well. He looked like a man who knew he had nothing to lose.

"Gibbs is gonna crack him," Tony said on the other side of the glass. He sounded like he really believed that. And he probably did. He seemed to have an unbreakable trust in Gibbs and his uncanny abilities.

Ziva and McGee said nothing, they just watched as the former Marine stepped into the Interrogation Room and sat down opposite of him.

"I'm not gonna tell you anything," Sean promised, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly.

Gibbs stared at him. "You got something to hide?"

"No," he replied, just a tiny bit too quickly. "As I said, I'm not gonna tell you anything."

"And why's that?"

"Why should I?" he asked, going onto defensive as Gibbs had hoped. "You haven't done any good to me," he stated and leaned back on the chair as if deciding not to say anything anymore.

Gibbs shrugged casually. "What harm have we done?"

Sean gaped at him for a while, as if not believing what the older man was saying. "Are you nuts? You killed my brother."

Gibbs shook his head calmly. "I didn't." He was trying to destroy Sean's calm, and thus far the technique was working perfectly.

"But your team member did!"

"So?" Gibbs asked, shrugging again and leaning back in his chair casually. "I'm not responsible for their actions."

Sean said nothing, only huffed.

"I have never done anything bad to you." That was a fact.

But Sean still found a way to jump over it. "You dragged me here. You saying it's not bad for me?"

Gibbs quickly switched to a new technique. "It was for your own safety," he stated.

Sean was momentarily dumbstruck, too stunned to say anything. Then he burst out laughing. But he quickly regained his composure. "How the hell is this for my safety?" he demanded, glancing around the little concrete room. It really did seem ironical.

"There are people out there who want to kill you."

On the other side of the glass quite a few people snorted. Leave it to Gibbs to distort the completely true facts so that they serve exactly his purpose.

"And you're protecting me from them?" Sean asked sarcastically.

Gibbs nodded. "I can provide you with the best protection."

Sean seemed to consider it for a while. "Who wants to kill me?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Quite a few people."

"Why?"

Gibbs chuckled. "Oh, believe me, they all have different reasons."

Sean bit his lip. Gibbs could not believe he was really that stupid to take the story he fed him as utter truth. It was truth, actually, but a very distorted truth.

"Let's pretend for a moment that I agree," Sean said. "What do you want in return?"

Is he really falling for that? Gibbs thought, but didn't show his doubts to Sean. Maybe there were people other than his team who wanted to kill him? One could never know with psychopaths like Sean.

"I want you to tell me where you left that little girl you kidnapped."

Sean's eyes turned angry. "No," he growled.

"So you admit you kidnapped her?"

"I admit nothing."

Gibbs smiled. It was one of those multipurpose smiles that could be considered either friendly or even evil, completely depending on the situation. "Or I could throw you out on the street. You wouldn't last 'til tomorrow."

"I can hide myself very well."

Gibbs laughed. "If we could find you in just one day, then how long do you think it would take them? They're much more resourceful."

Sean leaned closer to Gibbs, placing his elbows on the table. "Who are they?" he demanded.

The ex-Marine chuckled again. "Well, you could say that Mossad itself is after you."

The man paled considerably. Gibbs could see a flicker of fear in his eyes. It took all the control he had to not burst out laughing. Had Sean done something to piss off the Mossad in reality? Gibbs hadn't hoped he would believe the story that fast.

It was incredible how the facts could be rearranged. Everything stayed completely true, but the full picture came out completely different.

Because it was all true. There were people who wanted to kill Sean: Ziva and Tony. Maybe even Gibbs himself. Ziva had been a Mossad Officer, so one could probably say Mossad was after him. And, Mossad was more resourceful than NCIS. Gibbs had just left out the little fact that those resources didn't exactly expand to Ziva.

But making up this story was fun nevertheless. Especially rewarding was to see it actually being taken at face value.

"So here's the deal," Gibbs started, observing Sean's reaction closely. "You tell me where to find the girl and I provide the protection from Mossad."

Sean opened his mouth to protest, but Gibbs raised his hand to stop him.

"Or I throw you out onto the street for them to kill. The choice is yours."

Gibbs waited and watched the process of deciding take place before his eyes. Finally he nodded and leaned forward. "I take your offer," he agreed.

Gibbs smiled at him encouragingly. "That's a good decision." He then pulled out a map from his pocket, along with a pen. He unfolded it onto the table. "Show me, where is she."

Sean studied the map for a while, his eyes darting from one end of it to another, searching for the right location. Finally he pointed out a townhouse. "The girl is in there. The owners are away on a vacation."

Gibbs' expression changed that quickly that it shouldn't have been possible. Just a fraction of a second ago it had been victorious, pleased with the fact that Sean had given in to his demands so quickly. Now it was one of anger, fury even.

"You saying I look like I'm on a vacation?" he demanded, his tone drastically changed.

Sean looked up from the map. "What?" he asked, confusion spreading over his face.

A fake confusion, as Gibbs now knew. That man was a hell of a liar.

"That's my house, you dirtbag!"

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