A/N: Sorry for the delay, I am quite busy lately, but I will try to update at least once a week. I hope that you like the story so far. So here is the next chapter with less jibbs but more crime in it...:D Enjoy reading

Chapter eight: Army-Navy Missions

Jenny opened her eyes again as Gibbs brushed a few strands of curly red hair out of her face. He gave her a half-smile while he hit the emergency switch and the elevator jolted back to life. He looked down at her and took all of her appearance in: the red hair and lips, the porcelain skin and the emerald-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them. "How much do you think your team bet on you killing me?" She asked, ripping him out of his thoughts.

"Probably as much as on us having an intense make-out session in here." He gave back.

She laughed, her eyes beaming. "Wouldn't be that far from the truth, would it?"

The elevator doors opened and they pulled slightly away from each other.

"Do you fancy chinese take out in your office tonight?" He whispered in her ear so Tony at his desk couldn't hear him as they made their way over to him and Sanders.

"Yeah, I'd love to." She gave back as quietly, conscious of the attention the other agents in the squad room paid them. They parted ways at the bottom of the staircase, she went up to her office while he was approaching his Senior Field Agent and the Army Colonel.

"Ziver, escort Colonel Sanders to interrogation room II." As the pair left the bull pen area, he turned to McGee and DiNozzo. "DiNozzo, speak to Johnston's CO again, find out what he knows about this Army-Navy mission. McGee, I want you to dig further into his private life, see if his friends have noticed something out of the ordinary or if he had a girlfriend."

Their responses of "On it boss" followed him on his way to Ziva and Sanders.

"Army Colonel Micheal Eric Sanders." Gibbs said as he entered interrogation room II. "This is Mossad Officer Ziva David, I am Special Agent Gibbs."

"I know that much Agent Gibbs. I am more interested in the nature of your relationship with my step-daughter."

"And I am more interested in why those three Marines ended up killed." He nodded to Ziva who placed the autopsy photos of the Staff Sergeants on the table in front of Sanders. Gibbs observed him, his eyes cold and harsh as the other man didn't show any sign of nervousness.

"I know that you aren't the murderer Colonel, but I want to know every single bit there is to know about the mission he was involved in." Gibbs pointed at the picture of Johnston.

"That's classified and way about your clearance Agent Gibbs. I don't even think I would be allowed to tell Jennifer. This could put us in a distressful situation if it got out."

"I don't care Sanders. I want to know what got them killed and I don't think you can guarantee me that it has to 100% nothing to do with that Army-Navy mission Johnston was a part of."

Sanders eyes darted across the room, from the Gibbs to Ziva to the one way mirror back to Gibbs. He pressed his lips together and sighed.

"Fine, I will read you in. But just you" He glanced to Ziva "and the recording machines must be off."

Gibbs caught his gaze, then he nodded shortly to the Israeli. "Ziver, turn the recording machines off, then go help McGee and DiNozzo."

After she had left the room, Gibbs sat down on the table vis-à-vis from Sanders. "So? I'm listening."

"When our men came back home from Iraq three years ago, they told us about terrorist from the local al-Qaeda cell who used the same weapons as our troops over there. Not much later, the same thing was reported by our Afghanistan veterans. Army CID looked into it and found out that all kinds of weapons had been stolen from our bases for the previous five years. Shortly after that we were informed that there were weapons stolen from Marine bases too, obviously by someone with a great knowledge about the concerning bases and the staff.

"After about two years we had narrowed the cell down enough so we could send a Marine undercover, that was Johnston. He acted as a source for new weapons and was soon accepted by most of the members of the cell. All of them were Ex-Marines or Ex-Army who were dishonorable discharged, quite a few of them because of drug abuse or possession.

"Staff Sergeant Johnston was able to find out that they sold the weapons to an Mexican arms and drug cartel, obviously quite experienced in everything that concerned arms or dealing with them. The sold them to al-Qaeda that in return gave them to any kind of anti-american terrorists in the Middle East."

"What about Morrison and Kapmann?" Gibbs wanted to know. "Their COs didn't say anything about a possible involvement in this mission."

"They weren't involved as much as Johnston. They were just his back-up team, they shadowed him and kept him safe. Their job was to sit in our surveillance van together with the folks from Army CID and identify the members of the cell Johnston met up with at the warehouse where they store the weapons."

"Why weren't we informed of this earlier? Maybe we could have prevented the murders of Kapmann and Johnston if you had read us in after Morrison's murder! I need the address of the warehouse and the names of the identified terrorists." Gibbs growled, furiously looking at Sanders.

"You don't even know for sure that the mission is linked to their deaths! And as I told you earlier we couldn't take the risk that something could probably leak out to the press."

"So that is what you get for sacrifice yourself for your country? The press is more important than justice for three killed Marines?" Gibbs shouted as he turned around and stormed out of the room. He was in need for a few quiet minutes before he would rip somebody's head off.

By the time Gibbs returned to the bull pen, his team had already received the address of the warehouse and all known information on the cell.

"Boss" McGee shouted "the warehouse Márisa Sanchez was at is the same one as the warehouse where the terrorists store the stolen weapons!"

"Good job McGee. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I looked into his private life once more and found out that Morrison, Kapmann, and Johnston have known each other before they became involved in the mission. All of them are from Minesota and Anne Johnston told me that she knew both Morrison's and Kapmann's adoptive parents. They went to High School together but signed up for the Marines at different points of time, that's why they didn't do their basic training together." McGee reported.

"Did you find out how Márisa Sanchez is linked to this?"

"Not yet boss, but we are working on it. Ziva and I are checking out the members of the terrorist cell and McProbie's about to trace their cell phones to get a location. We were thinking about to compare Shawn's known associates with the ones of the members of the cell, so we can find out who told him to abduct Manolo so we can check out any possible locations."

"Okay, good thinking Tony. I'm going for coffee. You guys want something?"

"Er, you okay boss?"

"Why shouldn't I be DiNozzo?"

"Well you know you just asked me if I wanted coffee..."

"I know that DiNozzo."

"...and normally you only ask the director 'cause you like her..."

*whack*

"You know what boss, never mind. I'd take one with cream and sugar please. Er shutting up now."

McGee and Ziva just nodded in his direction to indicate they wanted the same thing, silently wondering how anybody could be so stupid as DiNozzo.

When he was sure Gibbs had left Tony smiled pleased with himself at his team mates. "Did he really just asked if we wanted coffee too? And he didn't deny that he likes the director. I have to mark that day in my calendar!"

Old abandoned warehouse in Fairfax, Virginia

A small four-year old boy sat in the middle of the room he had spent the last three weeks in. He didn't like his room, though it was cozy and bright, it was quite unfamiliar. He missed his Mama terribly, in fact he hadn't seen her at all for the amount of time he'd been with the scary man. Three times a day, another man brought him food and something to drink, sometimes he would talk a bit to the little boy, but most of the time he was alone.

Although he wanted desperately somebody to speak to, Manolo Sanchez was wary about the man that brought him food since he seemed to be a good friend of the scary man.

The scary man himself only came by from time to time to see Manolo, the last time had been a few days ago, when he had had to sign a letter for his Mama.

He didn't understand what this was all about, he hadn't done anything wrong, right? So why was he punished? Why didn't his Mama want to see him? Didn't she miss him at all?

Manolo was ripped out of his thoughts when the door opened again, revealing the scary man he feared so much. He could still feel the bruises that covered his entire body in various shades from yellow-green to blueish-purple that he had got as he had been beaten during the man's previous visits.

He didn't know what the man wanted yet, but the devilish smirk on his face let the little boy panic instantly.

Here you go. I hope you liked the chapter. Please leave a review, especially if there is anything concerning grammar or spelling that I got horribly wrong. I chose English as an A-Level course, I really need someone telling me about my mistakes.