A/N! Sage! Give me back my notebook!

*Wright a new chapter then!*

Fine…

Enjoy!

"Ma'am, the nightshade was used to kill someone. If you didn't sell it, you have nothing to worry about. If you did, then it would be in your best interests to cooperate," Gibbs said, fed up.

"You don't know anything!" The little woman was starting to get hysterical. "Just because I'm a Wiccan, you accuse me of selling poison and being a devil worshiper!"

"Ms. Moon! We are not accusing you of worshipping the Devil! We are not persecuting you because you are a Wiccan." Rosa pulled out a pentacle that was hanging under her shirt and waved it in the woman's face to prove her words true. "We are here to solve a murder, to find out who broke the Rede."

Celia Moon looked shocked, then embarrassed, then… Rosa didn't know. Severely disappointed, maybe. "Well, in that case! I'm only trying to make a living, mind, but I did sell some nightshade about four days ago. The customer was one of those tiny little Hispanic girls. You know, cute little face, five foot even, long dark hair, that type."

"She give her name, ma'am?" Gibbs asked.

"She did, but I doubt it was her real name. Raven Luna, I think."

"Did she touch anything in your shop?" Ziva inquired.

"Yes. But why…?" Celia trailed off as all the agents marched into her little shop.

The team exchanged looks behind Rosa's back. They were glad to have the girl around, or Ms. Moon would have been hard to deal with. "What did she handle, Ms. Moon?" Tim asked.

"The blue vase on that shelf." Tim and Ziva went over to collect fingerprints while Gibbs asked Moon a few more questions. Tony's hands started wandering. He was holding a vial of strange green liquid up to his eye when Rosa smacked him.

"What?"

"Put it down! You're worse than a kid." Rosa was annoyed.

A short, shrill whistle left Gibbs lips and the team turned as one and headed towards the exit. They had what they came for. "Miss!" Celia's call made them pause. The old woman handed Rosa a little white bag. As the silver lined bag passed from wrinkled, knarled hands to smooth, soft hands, the old witch said, "Goddess Bless, child. An amulet to keep you safe."

Rosa's eyes were wide. "Thank you. Marry Part," she murmured. She followed her team out to the cars, and said nothing when Tony begged her not to drive. She got in the driver's seat anyways.

"Maria Sanchez was arrested for assault 3 years ago. She's out on parole." Tim rattled off the facts in a monotone.

"What? Assault? That little thing?" Tony was shocked. Maria, or Raven as she was now known, was more than a foot shorter than him and less than half his weight.

"Always suspect the little, cute Mexicans. They're vicious." Rosa's face was completely serious.

"Previous experience?" Gibbs wanted to know.

"Knew a girl like that in school. She was always threatening to beat people up. She could do it, too."

"Anyway, if she's our suspect, she needed help. I don't care how strong you are, you need help to move a 200+ pounds of dead weight around an abandoned house," Ziva said.

Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva continued to discuss their next move as Rosa studied the picture on the screen. She scowled at the pretty little Hispanic, her features taunting something at the edge of memory. "Recognize her?" Tim asked. He had been distracted by his love's look of concentration. She sent him a small smile that did strange things to his stomach. She didn't answer, but kept looking at the smirking image.

(Flashback)

Her hermanos gave her little bows of respect as she walked by. The white silk of her robe whispered around her legs. Padre Del Dios nodded to her. "Mi hija! This is the leader of the Latina Magia, Andrhriana Rodriguez. They are a religious sect on our turf, and have asked us for protection. Andrhriana, this is la Bruha de las Hermanas, Rosalind. Rosie, what do you think of them?"

Even then, Rosa could smell the Black Magick rolling of the little group. They would poison her hermanos with their wickedness, she knew. "Run them off!" she whispered to Padre. "They stink of evil!" The then-tiny coven had all heard her and sent her nasty looks. Beside Rodriguez, a very short, long haired girl with black eyes snarled at Rosa.

(End Flashback)

Rosa's brow furrowed. "Tim, can you look up a group called Latina Magia?" He looked at her sideways, but did as she asked. Gibbs came over and looked at her sideways too. She glanced at him, but her gaze went back to the taunting black eyes. "I recognize her from a meeting with a coven called the Latina Magia. It ended badly because of my lack of diplomacy. Padre Del Dios ran them off because I told him they reeked of black magick. She isn't the priestess, someone called Andrhriana Rodriguez is. This may be personal…"

Gibbs' phone interrupted anything he would've said. "Yeah, Gibbs," he said irritably. He grunted and snapped the phone shut. "Come on, Rosa. Duck wants to talk to us."

"Ah, hello Jethro, Rosalind. My dear girl, the bodies do seem to pile up around you," Ducky sighed, and gestured to the four bodies on the tables. Bones rested peacefully at the far end of the room; Sargent Devon Shoan lay, buck naked and cut open, on the table to the left of Bones. The red-haired man that had shot at them and his dark-haired driving buddy lay side by side, royally messed up by Ziva's bullets and their crash. They were in the same condition as Sargent Shoan.

"Eh…" was all the reply he got. Gibbs was beginning to realize that Rosalind didn't say much when she didn't feel the need to. Loud when she was riled up, almost unnaturally quiet when she was somewhat content.

"Now I usually only call Gibbs down here, but I wanted your opinion on something, Rosalind. Our sergeant and our two assassins both met violent ends, but I found trace amounts of deadly nightshade in all three of them, along with another sort of sedater that all of them ingested before death. Sergeant Shoan, I can understand, but the assassins…?"

"Hmm. Did either of them have money on them? Or in the car?" she asked.

"I don't think so. We'll check with Abby," Gibbs said. "A sedative?" he asked Ducky.

Ducky nodded solemnly.

"How 'bout Bones, Duck? What happened to him?" Rosalind had a sort of sentimental attachment to the mummy.

"Ah, yes. Bones Doe died of dehydration. He probably got desperate and dug that hole. He was definitely left in that cell longer than a few days before he died. Horrible way to go…"

"Poor Bones…"