Hello again everybody! Back again a wee bit sooner than I usually update. I had a flash of inspiration of the Independence Day weekend. Hope everybody had a good Fourth of July in America. So, on to the story!

Chapter Seven:

Interrogation Equals Frustrated Fornell

"What did she sign?" Ziva asked as she and Abby watched the guys take away Naomi in cuffs.

"She said 'Sorry for beating up your boys.' I guess she put up a fight before they put the cuffs on her."

"Come on, let's grab her weapons before they come back. I bet she kept one concealed on her."

"She did. I caught a glimpse of her .38 as they cuffed her. Gibbs probably removed it from her when they got in the car. Can't let a suspect in the building that's armed."

"She is dangerous enough without her weapons. Those handcuffs will not last for long either."

Ziva quickly found her friend's Sig Sauer and her Commando Knife. "How good are you at knife throwing?"

"Pretty good. Better at shooting though. Went coon hunting with my cousins many a time back home in Jefferson Parish."

"You get the Sig for now. I will hang on to the knife. She will have another hidden away in her bedroom."

Meanwhile, at headquarters, the men had arrived with a scowling and seemingly irritable Naomi in tow. She muttered under her breath in various languages, one being German. That was her mother tongue after all.

"Sei ruhig!" Gibbs ordered her. Naomi automatically shut her mouth. She just glared around at the people in the bullpen instead. She heard Tony cough to suppress a laugh behind her. She used the brief distraction to grab a pin out of her back pocket. Slyly, she tried to maneuver the hairpin to undo her handcuffs. She freed one hand. She turned quickly—

And hit McGee square in the gut with the metal cuff. As McGee went down, she made for the elevator.

She was stopped by an agent that she didn't recognize.

"Lose something, Gibbs?" the graying, balding man asked Gibbs with a tinge of humor in his voice. He re-cuffed Naomi and took the hairpin from her.

"What are you doing here, Agent Fornell?" Tony asked.

"Nice to see you too, DiNutso. I hear you found a suspect in the serial murders of civilian and military personnel in the Mason Neck area."

"You're looking at her," Gibbs told Fornell as Tony and McGee led her to the interrogation room.

"Does he know about the reverse forensic technique?"

"Not yet," McGee replied. "He still doesn't know about the body snatching either."

"He will soon." Tony grinned. "Well, my Lady, let's get you prepped for interrogation."

"Who is this Fornell person?"

"FBI."

"Oh what fun," Naomi replied. "Any tips to rub his feathers?"

"I think you mean 'ruffle' his feathers. And no, I have no idea." McGee looked at Tony. "Ask Tony. He has been interrogated by Fornell several times in the past."

"I haven't figured him out either. Have fun."

Naomi trained her face into one of disdain and disgust as Tony released her restraints. "I had forgotten how much those cuffs chafe my wrists."

"You have been cuffed before?" McGee asked.

"Oh yes, several times. Most by choice though," Naomi winked suggestively, then moved to sit down. She was in character again when she sat down.

McGee looked suitably disturbed as he and Tony passed Fornell and Gibbs in the hallway.

"She is a tough cookie," Tony commented. "Can't get anything except gibberish out of her. Some combination of Hebrew, German, Arabic, and the occasional English swear word."

Naomi heard that through the door. She had to bite her tongue to keep from chuckling.

"Let her stew for a while," Fornell told them. He obviously did not know that Naomi had excellent hearing. She heard footsteps head away from the door, presumably to the soundproof observation room.

Naomi sighed and decided to entertain herself for a while. She jumped up on the table and started doing push ups as she waited. One hundred push ups later, she switched to sit ups. She didn't even break a sweat a hundred sit ups later. Finally bored of her situation, she laid down on the table, letting the cool metal relax her. She estimated that forty five minutes had passed before she heard the door open.

It was Fornell, followed by Gibbs. Naomi decided to have a little fun.

"You are not NCIS," Naomi stated as she lie on the metal table.

"Really? How would you know that?" Fornell asked. "Mind getting up so we can interrogate you properly?"

"You are too—what is the American term?—um--sold on yourself. You have to be FBI. Richtig?" She complied with his request and jumped off the table, seating herself on the metal chair. She crossed her arms in a defiant nature.

"She does have you on that one, Tobias," Gibbs said with a grin.

"Ooh, Tobias huh? Mind if I call you Toby?"

"We will be the ones asking the questions, Miss Schmidt."

"Of course, Toby. Fire away as you Americans say."

Fornell slightly narrowed his eyes at the nickname, but masked his emotions well. He opened a folder and pulled out a few pictures of the victim.

"Ensign Aaron Wellings," Gibbs explained as Fornell placed the pictures in front of Naomi. "Corpsman with the Navy."

"Nice looking gentleman. Never had the pleasure of meeting him though. I wish I did though," she answered. "What does this have to do with me?"

"You tell us. You are affiliated with the ones who assassinated this man," Fornell replied. "You obviously stole his body to hide the crime. Not the best thing to do on a Marine base."

"That's the one that houses the FBI Academy. Quantico, yes?"

"And that is why NCIS is involved as well as the FBI."

"I may or may not have killed that man, but I can tell you I had nothing to do with stealing that body. I did not know that his body was stolen."

"Really?" Gibbs replied. "We have your hair on the body and a foreign fingerprint. Care to tell me how they got there?"

"A plant obviously. I had nothing to do with that job. I had other ops to work on."

"Care to enlighten us?" Fornell asked.

"Why not?" Naomi said with a slight grin. Fornell looked at her with surprise written on his face, but waited for answer. "You really want to know?"

"You really want to tell us?" Gibbs replied.

"Sure," Naomi leaned in. She looked at him with a wide grin. "You really need to cut back on your hours. It is turning you gray."

"You are not going to tell us," Gibbs said matter of factly.

"Ich will nicht. You cannot make me, not without spilling a little blood."

"Nah. We won't spill any blood. We don't need to," Gibbs replied.

"Gibbs? Why don't you give me a minute alone with Miss Schmidt?"

"Sure. If you think you can handle her." Gibbs left the room.

"Now, you wanna tell me what happened?" Fornell asked her.

"Want to tell me why you are so interested in arresting me?" Naomi fired back.

Fornell stayed silent.

"Did not think so. Rather obvious, yes? You believe rather adamantly that I stabbed this man three times in the chest and carved a circle on his arm. Is this not so?"

"Is that an admission of guilt?"

"An admission that I have inside information about the crime," Naomi grinned.

"From whom?"

Naomi's grin got wider. "Not telling you."

She started singing.

Tag um Tag, Jahr um Jahr,
Wenn ich durch diese Straßen geh',
Seh ich wie die Ruinen dieser Stadt
Wieder zu Häusern auferstehen.

Doch bleiben viele Fenster leer,
Für viele gab es keine Wiederkehr.
Und über das, was grad noch war,
Spricht man heute lieber gar nicht mehr.

Naomi noticed that Fornell was getting very irritated at her singing. She continued, raising her volume to irritate him more.

Doch ich frag, ich frag mich wer wir sind.

Wir sind wir! Wir stehen hier!
Aufgeteilt, besiegt und doch,
Schließlich leben wir ja noch.

Wir sind wir! Wir stehen hier!
Das kanns noch nicht gewesen sein.
Keine Zeit zum Traurigsein.
Wir sind wir! Wir stehn' hier!
Wir sind wir!

"Okay, you can stop singing now."

"Why not? I am getting rather bored with this so called interrogation. I could do so much better. I am a trained interrogator too."

"Really? Torture often?"

"I did once, but not in the last few weeks. I have been restricted from using torture to gain information. A violation of the Geneva Convention."

"An assassin with a conscious, that's enlightening."

"Not just a killer anymore." Naomi looked at the one way mirror pointedly. "Right, Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs walked back into the interrogation room.

"You say something, Officer Schliemann?" Gibbs asked with a slight grin Fornell's way

"Hang on, she's one of yours?" Fornell asked, flabbergasted.

Naomi smiled. "Mossad Junior Liaison Officer Naomi Schliemann. Officer David, Abby, and I are undercover to catch those responsible for these murders." She extended her hand to shake Fornell's.

"And the body snatch?"

"Arranged by Director Shepard and myself," Gibbs replied.

"Okay," Fornell said. "So, why the false pretenses?"

"We had to make it look real so that Abby, Ziva, and I could successfully infiltrate the assassin ring. Which should work, by the way."

"So, am I in the loop now?" Fornell asked.

"Only you at the FBI," Gibbs answered. "It is safer this way for them." He looked at Naomi. "Remember what I said, keep Abby safe or I send you and Ziva both back to Israel in boxes."

"Understood, Agent Gibbs." She looked at Fornell. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Agent Fornell."

"Likewise," Fornell nodded curtly. "One thing though. Don't ever call me Toby again."

"So I did ruffle your feathers, yes?" Naomi grinned mischievously.

Fornell just shook his head and exited the interrogation room. Gibbs waited until he was out of range of the camera and signed: Get ready for phase 2.

Naomi nodded simply and turned her mind inward, preparing herself for the next task…

Which was put into play when the power in the room—possibly the whole building-- flickered and died.

There you go! A nice long chapter for you to read. By the Way, the song lyrics are from "Wir sind Wir" by Paul van Dyk and Peter Heppner. Check out the video on YouTube! Until next time, Maylee.