A/N: Chapter edited.

Disclaimers from past chapters will be applied here.

Chapter 7

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs..."

Arif Mansion
Monday, 17 August, 2013
8.05 a.m.

I've been up since 4 o'clock in the morning activating the custom weapons stashes I've built in the past month in all 500+ supercars in my garage. You heard me, I don't have to repeat. The garage was in service mode. So the whole garage was lit, so I can see what I'm working with. At the moment (while I was in my dark green woodland camo tank top), I was activating the stash of my 2013 Koenigsegg Agera R, cloning a pair of Glock 18 machine pistols and x12 31-round magazines into their molds of the stash. I was down to four more cars that included my four legends: The Bugatti Siblings. I gave them French names because they were French cars.

Sibling #1: Diane, the Bugatti Veyron 16.4. Painted in Bugatti's famous black and red color scheme, she's a supercar who loves speed and she can be very shy if praised by her capabilities. Top speed: 262 mph. Lateral grip: 1.57 Gs. 0-60: 2.3 secs. Braking distance: 27 m. Max power output: 1170 bhp. Special features: has a custom sunroof.

Sibling #2: Anton, the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport. He's a force to be reckoned with. He likes to drive with his targa top roof off, stares doom in the eye and loves action. He won't hesitate to take on jumps and speeds if things get hairy. He's painted in Bugatti's black/red color scheme, like Diane. Top speed: 267 mph. Lateral grip: 1.6 Gs. 0-60: 2.27 secs. Braking distance: 26.6 m. Max power output: 1190 bhp.

Sibling #3: Colette, the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport Vitesse. She's a female car but has a tomboyish personality. She's very much like Anton. Adventurous, fast... But she doesn't like cruising in public while her targa top roof is off. She's painted in Bugatti's traditional bluish black/light blue color scheme. Top speed: 272 mph. Lateral grip: 1.6 Gs. 0-60: 2.24 secs. Braking distance: 26 m. Max power output: 1290 bhp.

Sibling #4: Pierre, the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport. He's the natural-born leader of The Bugatti Siblings. He's strict, tough, powerful, fast, and doesn't like to be questioned about his leadership. He'll do anything to protect his passengers and he's very obedient to his master, which is me, of course. He's painted in the World Record Edition color scheme (black and orange for the people that don't know). Top speed: 280 mph. Lateral grip: 1.7 Gs. 0-60: 2.2 secs. Braking distance: 25 m. Max power output: 1310 bhp. Special features: has a custom sunroof like Diane.

Thea came down to the garage just in time to see me stick my butt out of Colette. I don't know why I was in that position when I activated her weapon stash... Oh well. After Thea came out of the elevator, she froze of amazement. I think it's the first time she's seen a Bugatti Veyron.

"Holy Swiss cheese! Is that... a Bugatti Veyron?" Thea asked.

"THE Bugatti Veyron, my dear Thea. The Grand Sport Vitesse to be exact," I answered. "First time seeing one, huh?"

"Well duh...! They're one in a million..."

"They're actually 1 in 300. Only 300 cars were built currently, you know."

"I'm just saying that they're rare on roads... Oh, people like you are very lucky," she said as she walked slowly towards Colette.

"I am indeed..."

"What are you doing in there anyway?"

"I'm activating the weapons stash in all my cars-ever since Geronimo told us about The Technologists' advance vehicle tech last night. I've been at this since four in the morning."

"Four in the morning? How much cars and energy you have?"

"Cars? Over 500. Energy? Don't be fooled by this 13 year old body. I've the strength of 3 men."

"But you still lost to me in that arm wrestling match..."

"Like I said, Geronimo distracted me."

"Whatever... What did you put in the stash?"

"Two Glock 18s along with a dozen 31-round mags."

"Good choice of weapons, I must say."

As I finished cloning the weapons, I got out of Colette and said; "I just noticed that I haven't introduced the two of you to each other yet. Thea, this is Colette. Colette, this is Interpol special agent, Thea Stilton."

"Bonjour Agent Stilton," greeted Colette.

"Oh, I forgot that Bugatti's are French. Bonjour Colette!" Thea said. "You know what? I've a friend named Colette."

"Yeah?" I said.

"She's a student of mine actually. I taught her journalism along with five other mouselings at Mouseford Academy."

"Really? On Whale Island?"

"So you've been reading my books?"

"That, and... Benjamin told me..."

"Ah..."

I shut the door on Colette, and I called Pierre out to be on the turntable. Colette started her 8.0 liter W16 engine and drove back into underground storage. The walls of the garage threw back echoes of the roar of her engine. Thea had to cover her sensitive mouse ears. The same happened when Pierre drove in. She uncovered them when Pierre turned his engine off.

"Sensitive ears, huh?" I asked.

"Yup... You should really put some kind of sound absorption in here. "

I opened Pierre's door and sat on the seat and left the door open. Considering that Pierre was half my height, I had to bend down as I went in. I activated the stash with my chip and touched the small Bugatti logo sitting in the middle of the rear console. A virtual numeric keypad lit up on the middle console. I typed in the passcode to unlock the stash. I tapped on the "OK" button and an unlocking sound was heard. I slid open a part of the console. Inside, the molds of a pair of Glock 18s were inside the console, the place where the guns and ammunition are kept. I aimed my handheld cloner on my hand and selected a saved cloning file labeled: "Glock18 .clo " in the cloner's system. The .clo is a file type, created by me. The cloner started generating new particles from the file. I cloned 2 Glocks and a dozen mags and put them into the molds of the stash after they finished. It took some time, so I invited Thea to sit in the passenger's seat to accompany me.

Thea's Perspective

"Wow... It feels so good to be inside a Veyron," I squeaked.

"Wait 'till you drive it first- then you now how great it feels like," He replied as he finished cloning the guns.

"Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" My mind was thinking that he'd give me a test drive.

"Not really, you're not ready for him yet. Before you drive him on real roads, I just want to give you a feel of driving a Veyron. We better suit up."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying even if you're driving in a Bugatti in an virtual reality simulation, you gotta be in a racing suit." We stepped out of Pierre and walked towards a door near the elevator door with me following on his six o'clock. Danny opened the door and turned on the lights, revealing a closet full of racing suits. It was at least as half as big as the armory. The walls and floors were colored silver just like the garage, the suits were all I arctic white, and helmets in different styles and sizes were put on racks above the suits.

Danny waltzed in and grabbed one of the suits by a hanger. I was still standing at the doorway until he invited me in.

"You're not going to pick one?" He asked.

I shook my head to unfreeze myself and replied: "I'm sorry... I was frozen for a second there..."

While I was still distracted by the closet's large space, Danny picked out one of the suits for me. "This should look good on you," he said.

I looked around it and found that thee wasn't a hole for my tail to stick out. "It doesn't have a hole for my tail, though. Oh well," I said.

He pointed toward the fitting rooms at the end of the closet to get changed. My suit was really itchy after a while. It made me scratch like the time when a flea got inside my fur.

We got out after, and selected helmets from the racks. His looked like BBC Top Gear's The Stig's helmet. Mine looked like my motorcycle helmet I wear back at NMC. The only difference was the color, white instead of pink.

We got back into Pierre and started simulation.

"Pierre, simulation mode," said Danny. "The windows act like a computer screen if you turn on simulation mode. Super HD by the way..." He said to me.

The windows turned black and Pierre told us to keep all the doors and windows closed so that the simulation stays realistic. An options window popped up on the windshield. On it shows the options:

Tracks: Includes Circuit de La Sarthe (Le Mans), Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps, Monza, Nurbürgring, Hockenheimring, Silverstone, Indianapolis Motor Speedway, Brands Hatch, Bathurst, Sepang International Circuit, Zhuhai, Suzuka Circuit, Yas Marinas, Dubai Autodrome, Circuit de Catalunya, Hungaroring, and Volkswagen's Secret Test Track (in Ehra-Lessien, Germany).

Real-world locations: Specified by pin-pointing the location on a 3D globe.

Time: Dawn, morning, noon, afternoon, dusk, night.

Weather: Sunny, Rainy, Hot, Cloudy and Snowing (for real-world locations).

I requested Volkswagen's Secret Test Track, because I want to max out Pierre's top speed on its 5 mile straight. I wanted to drive in the sunny morning so I can see where I'm going (because I'm not that familiar with the track, other than the straight).

"Ehra-Lessien, eh?" He asked curiously.

"Just to find out what driving at 250 mph feels like..." I said.

With the command of his chip, he selected the options I wanted. Before I even knew it, we were at Ehra-Lessien. Pierre was standing in the middle of the narrow three-lane road, at the start of the secret test track. Everything was realistic. The road, the trees, the falling leaves, everything! When I stretched my head forward to see the hood, the screen-windshield didn't look like it was 2D at all! It felt like I was looking through it. Even the sun flare was in my eye.

"Did we just teleport to Ehra-Lessien?" I asked.

"Nope, like I said, virtual reality," he answered. "Here, by using special technology, you'll be able to feel the g-forces effecting your head, body, and vision. The mirrors will reflect whatever's behind us, and you can even feel the vibrations and sounds from the engine. But if you get out, you'll find that we're still in the garage."

"That's what I like to hear... Let's roll."

"So were all set then... But first, do you want to go over the vehicle setup?"

"Mmm... No thanks." I really regretted saying that because of what happens next.

Then Pierre instructed: "To start the engine, insert one of the two keys into one of the two keyholes. (Keyholes glow blue light in order of mentioning) The one on the right of the steering wheel for the normal for driving, the one on the left of the steering wheel for the top speed key, for top speed mode."

Danny took out the keys from the glovebox and held it to my face. I picked the top speed key and inserted it into the left keyhole and Pierre started a few system checks. After all is done, I pushed the start button. Danny and I just loved listening to the quad-turbo W16 engine roar during startup. The holographic 3D HUD projected above the dashboard. The layout was the same as the HUD on Russell's Audi. The difference is just the weapons and ammo HUD was replaced with track information that displayed the humidity level (which was currently 6%), track temperature (now at 29 degrees Celsius), air temperature (now at 20 degrees Celsius) wind speed (which was at 0 mph/kph at the moment), and damage level which was represented by the shape of a Bugatti Veyron from a top-down view.

Danny advised me to wear the seatbelt (which I totally forgot to do). We clipped on the buckle and ready to go.

"Since you are unfamiliar with this track rather than its 5 mile straight, I'll be your co-driver for this course," said Danny.

I looked at him and responded: "You just read my mind again didn't you?" He kept quiet.

"Alright, when I give the green light, just floor it. Got it?" Danny explained. I nodded.

I reached my right paw to the center console and put the gear stick into Drive. I returned my paw back to the steering wheel. Danny then started counting down.

At "three", my grip squeezed the wheel tighter than a python trying to kill its prey. During "two", my foot was revving up the W16 engine, up and down. At the count of one, I readied the four fingers of my right paw on the paddle shifter and fully revved the Pierre up to the redline. Adrenaline pumped to my whole body and my heart started to race.

Danny yelled: "GOOOO!" I pressed my fingers on the up-shift paddle and the car launched from zero to sixty in 2.2 seconds. I really felt the g-forces pushing me into the seat as we accelerated. Danny instructed me to shift up every time the rev-counter needle reached 5000 rpm, all the way to seventh gear. As I drove along, I peeked at the rear-view mirror and saw the retractable spoiler raised itself up.

Danny told me to keep driving at 125 mph until we approached a steep, banked right turn.

"Hit the turn exactly at 125 mph, at the left lane," he instructed. "When I say when to shift, do it. Alright?" I nodded.

We entered the banked turn at 125 mph. The simulated g-forces pushed me aside to the door. I tried to hold on to the steering wheel as we turned. After five seconds, Danny told me to downshift once, back into sixth gear and to maintain the speed.

After four seconds, he told me to downshift again, back into fifth gear.

After nine seconds, we exited the turn and the road was leveled again. Danny told me to downshift once more, into fourth gear and told me to step on it and try to stay at the middle lane. The mid-mounted engine screamed at 8900 rpm, outputting 1200 horsepower on the power output meter. The HUD speedo's numbers climbed quickly to 157 mph.

"Up shift," he instructed. The rev-counter climbed up to the redline faster than I could say holy melted Swiss cheese.

"Up shift," he said again. I shifted up and the speedo's numbers climbed to 201 mph faster than I could count them. At 230 mph, the car started shaking as a result of the speed.

As Pierre redlined: "Up shift," instructed Danny again. I pressed the paddle shifter for the final time, putting me into seventh gear. I looked at the speedometer again and the numbers climbed slowly, showing 257 mph. By then, Danny and I were almost at the third-quarter of the straight.

"THIS IS AWESOME!" I yelled through my helmet. I was so distracted by the adrenaline rush, I didn't noticed the damage level on the tires slowly turning from orange, to red.

From the normal shaking we felt from the speed effects, Pierre suddenly shook harder than an earthquake, hitting 5.2 on the Richter scale. The speed decreased slowly after that.

"Uh, Danny...? What's happening?!" I asked worriedly.

" I don't know," he answered. "Pierre, what's going on?!"

"The normal, road-use compound tires seemed to couldn't handle the heat created by friction, so... they've burst, sir," analyzed Pierre.

"What do you mean, burst?!"

"Take a look at the wheel-cam feed." Pierre projected a holographic screen in front of Danny, showing the footage of the left wheel-cam. I couldn't believe my eyes when I glanced at the screen. The orange painted carbon fiber wheels glowed bright orange as sparks came out from the rim.

"Man, I knew we should've changed to high compound tires in the vehicle setup!" Danny shouted.

"What now?" I asked.

"Depends... Speed?"

"242 miles an hour and decreasing."

"OK, slowly step on the brakes..." I slowly kicked my left foot onto the brake pedal until it was pushed down. I saw in the rear-view that the spoiler folded itself vertically, acting as an air-brake, gathering 0.7 Gs of braking force.

The speed gradually decreases, when the unthinkable happened. At 237 miles an hour, the brakes jammed when I looked at the wheel-cam footage.

"The brakes are jammed!" I yelled.

"I can see that," he responded.

"I don't get it, ABS was turned on!"

"At an event where a Bugatti Veyron travels at top speed, brake failure tends to happen EVEN IF ABS is turned on..."

"What are we supposed to do now? Were gonna crash!"

"Only one thing we can do, BRACE!" We held on to everything that we thought could save our lives.

Due to lack of friction, we swerved to the right and the front end nudged heavily into a barrier. Thrown back by the barrier, we spun twice, and into the grass at the left.

When I thought the worst was over, boy, I was wrong. At the left was also a banking. As I gained control over Pierre, his rear end fishtailed onto the banking when a huge, half-buried boulder came hurtling towards us at 230 miles per hour. Or maybe we went towards it.

"BRACE YOURSELVES!" I warned loudly.

The boulder cut under Pierre, acting like a ramp. It sent us airborne higher than the first two floors of The Rodent's Gazette building. The rear end took the hardest hit, making us flip forward. We hit the ground roof first, bouncing Pierre off the ground. We rolled a few times before crashing onto the asphalt again. After we took a couple of more barrel rolls (and bouncing of the road a few times as well), we finally stopped, landing on the wheels at the middle of the road. I'm no fraidy mouse, but Danny and I were trembling.

As I breathed heavily, I said: "The next time we enter simulation mode...(swallows)... make sure I go through the vehicle setup first," I said to Danny.

The windshield turned black again and a sentence appeared. It wrote: "Your Veyron is totaled...simulation over. Thank you for driving the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport".

Geronimo's Perspective
Interpol HQ
8.00 a.m.

The team and got here as early as soon as NCIS has approve my request to access the information of US Marine Malcolm Calico. Benjamin pulled up Calico's biodata to the flatscreen. He had blonde hair and light blue eyes, according to his profile picture.

"Staff Sergeant Malcolm Calico, born in 1978 in Dallas, Texas, divorced, no kids. His service began in the early 90s and ended in 2009. He was discharged unhonorably because the Marine Corps convicted Calico for breach of trust," explained Benjamin. "You see, he was keeping watch over entrusted funds for the Corps' expenses. They claimed that he broke that trust and took it all for himself. They never knew where he stashed it though, so he never went to jail due to lack of evidence. According to his financial activities, he spent $2 million building a house on his 50 acre ranch, another $1.75 mil on his custom-made Bugatti, and possibly kept the other million in his Swiss bank account."

"So if that didn't put him in jail, what did he do to get into California State Prison in LA for 3 years?" Trap asked.

"Six months later, apparently he thought that the balance in his account wasn't enough for him-so he pulled off a heist at a major bank in LA. When his wife found out, she got divorced," answered Benjamin. "I'm looking through his Swiss bank account and it says here that he's won $8 million in total after winning a few poker tournaments and roulette tournaments in Vegas and Macau. His biggest win: $5 mil in the 2013 Macau Roulette Tournament that was held in the past month-after he got out of prison in December 2012, that is."

"His activities with The Technologists started right after the poker tournament. Seems that the $8 mil wasn't quite enough for him," interrupted Pandora.

Out came three men from the elevator-the first one was tall, about my height, had grey hair, blue eyes and he was in his mid 40s. He also wore a grey suit (without a tie). The second one wore a black suit, had brown hair, blue eyes, and looked like he's in his early 30s. The third one had brownish-blonde hair, green eyes and in his mid 20s. He wore a brown suit.

We watched them as they walked towards our bullpen.

They approached our bullpen and the first man asked Trap: "Excuse me, where can I find Special Agent Geronimo Stilton?"

Without Trap's answer, I quickly interrupted: "That will be me. I'm Special Agent Geronimo Stilton."

He took out a badge and introduced himself while showing it to me: "Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, NCIS." He introduced the other two as well: "These are Special Agents Timothy McGee and Anthony DiNozzo."

"How may I help you gentlemen?"

"We understand that our director has grated you access to records of a person by the name of 'Malcolm Calico' in the US Marine's database?"

"Yes, he gave me the green light last night. What does this have to with NCIS?"

"Because we're investigating his disappearance. He's gone about 7 days ago and his ex-wife started to get worried when she didn't get any word of her ex-husband flying back."

"What was your latest lead on him?"

"We checked his traveling records and tracked him down here, in Malaysia."

NCIS Director Leon Vance's Perspective

NCIS HQ, Washington DC
12 hours ago

The sun had finally shined on DC after a downpour earlier in the morning. I looked out my office window, viewing the scenery of the city. You might already know who I am, so I don't have to do an introduction.

As I was enjoying the sunlight shining in my face, my secretary said through the intercom that there was a phone call for me. She said it was from Interpol's Special Agent Geronimo Stilton. We met about three years ago when I was at that Weapons Expo in LA.

We talked for a while. Then he asked me about US Marine Malcolm Calico. He wanted to access Calico's records in the US Marines database. He said that Calico had some activities with a terrorist group called "The Technologist" according to his suspect's statement.

Then I thought: "Isn't this what Gibbs is working on?"

I followed procedure for him to access the info.

Before I hung up, I asked him where he was. Malaysia, he answered.

I stepped out of my office to see Gibbs in the squad room.

On my way downstairs, I overheard Gibbs barking orders to Agent McGee while Agent DiNozzo was talking to the phone (Agent David wasn't there, she took a vacation).

"McGee! Get me Calico's travel records," demanded Gibbs as he held his morning coffee cup.

"On it boss," McGee replied.

"Yes. Yes, I understand. Thank you for your time Mrs Nesbit," said DiNozzo on the phone. He hung up and said to Gibbs: "That was his aunt, she claimed that Calico never told anything to his family members about going overseas."

"Well, we tried talking to his ex-wife, that didn't do us any good," said Gibbs while tapping on his keyboard, standing. "McGee!"

"Trying the hardest I can, boss," said McGee, going through Calico's travel records.

"Then try harder," said Gibbs.

I called him and decided to have private talk: "Gibbs! Get over here!"

He got off of his computer and followed me to behind the stairwell. "What is it, Leon?" He asked.

"One of my contacts at Interpol called. He said he wanted to access Calico's records," I answered.

"Why?"

"He explained that he was an accomplice to a spy who works for The Technologists."

"...The English terrorist group?"

"Yup... We might have to turn this search and rescue mission into a search and arrest. That group right now, targets a 13-year-old boy whose brain contains a microchip that could threaten national security."

He covers his mouth with his hand and continued: "Where did you say he was again?"

"My Interpol contact? I didn't. He's at Malaysia, protecting the boy."

"So you're telling me, I'm gonna fly all the way across the Pacific Ocean?"

"Not just you, Gibbs. I'm sending your whole team there."

"When?"

"ASAP. Tell your team to pack their bags."

Gibbs walked away towards his team to announce where they needed to go.

"DiNozzo! McGee! Gear up!" Shouted Gibbs.

"Where to, boss?" DiNozzo asked.

"Malaysia," Gibbs answered.

My Perspective
9.30 a.m.

Thea and I were called by Geronimo to the headquarters again as soon as he said NCIS was involved.

"So... you can control any type of electronic device with your mind?" Agent DiNozzo asked.

"Like all the people told this, yes," I answered.

"Can we see it in action?" asked Agent McGee.

"Sure... But first, Tony, can you stand right over there?" I made him stand at the window, a few feet away so he couldn't here us.

"Now what do I do?" Tony shouted across the squad room.

"Just stay there," I shouted back. McGee just stood beside me and watched. I dialed his Tony's phone number that I got from McGee using my built-in communication system.

Tony picked up and answered: "Hello?"

"You're in for a lot of trouble, Tony," I said aloud.

"Danny? What are you using to call me?"

"The chip, of course..." I said. "...and I set the timer to go off in 5 seconds."

"What for? And what do you mean by 'I'm in for a lot of trouble?'"

"That." Gibbs waltzed in just in time for the timer to go off. It made Gibbs jump. Felling ticked off, he gave Tony a slap in the back of his head.

"DINOZZO! QUIT DILLY-DALLYING AND HELP THE INTERPOL AGENTS FIND CALICO!" Gibbs scolded.

"Yes boss," Tony replied.

I laughed. The moment Tony marched towards us, I knew he was going to do something to McGee.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" McGee responded after getting slapped in the head by Tony.

"For making the kid talk me into this," said Tony.

Meanwhile, Benjamin tried to find the name of the hotel Calico was staying. "I've found the place where Calico's staying."

"Does the place have a name?" Gibbs asked.

"Yeah. A Famosa Resort, in the state of Malacca. A Famosa was actually a city when the Portuguese invaded in 1511."

"A Famosa... I've been there before with my family when I was 5. It's about two hours away from here," I interrupted.

"According to the resort's records, he was supposed to check out and fly back yesterday after a 5-days-4-nights stay for a business trip," said Benjamin.

"Something must've happened to him. We've gotta check it out," said Tony.

"Good idea Agent DiNozzo... Trap! Benjamin! Gear up," called Geronimo.

"Road trip?" Benjamin asked. Geronimo nodded.

"Wait, the kid's an agent too?" Tony asked curiously.

"Have you been living under a rock, Tony?" I asked rhetorically. "Interpol has been accepting junior agents since 2010."

"Really?" Tony said.

"Yeah... How come you didn't know that? Even Gibbs knows, and you said HE was outdated," said McGee.

Both Interpol and NCIS agents strapped on their gear and headed downstairs, leaving me, Thea and Pandora at the headquarters. I looked out the window to see them take off. I watched the Stiltons climbed into their grey Dodge Charger and the NCIS agents hopped into their... white Charger?

As I watched them walked to their vehicles, I overheard Tony said... well I couldn't really make it out because his voice barely made through the glass. But a little help with my enhanced hearing, I heard he said: "OK, NCIS can afford importing a car to a foreign country but STILL couldn't afford a private jet? Oh c'mon..."

Everyone travelled to the city of A Famosa to the resort. I assisted the team from HQ. I turned on a radiation shield to my brain so the waves from our communication devices don't go through.

They arrived at the resort in an hour and a half. "Are you guys there yet?" I asked.

Geronimo's Perspective

"We have, and we've got the keycard to his suite from the reception," I squeaked. As I got out of the car and looked up. I continued: "The problem is, the condo's elevator is out of service, *Camera Pans out to tall building* and his suite is 20-floors up."

"I'll leave you guys to it then," he replied.

"Stilton out," I reported.

I starred at the tall, 30-story apartment. It was built on a hill. On the other side of the condo, a cliff-overlooking the horizon.

"Let's get moving," I said to everyone.

We climbed the stairwell, all the way to the 20th floor. Agents Gibbs and McGee were able to catch-up. I wish I could say the same for the other three, they were one staircase behind.

We finally reached the 20th floor, with Agent DiNozzo, Trap and Benjamin panting. We walked along the hallway to Calico's hotel suite.

"Here it is, Suite 897," said Benjamin.

As I almost swiped the keycard on the door, I saw the door knob was covered in bloodstains.

"Stilton," said Gibbs. "Blood," he continued while pointing his finger out.

All of us took out our guns and and got ready. "Ready?" I asked. They all nodded.

I swiped the keycard. I opened the door without touching the blood.

"3, 2, 1... GO!" I said before we went in.

We took aim and searched the suite. The whole place was clean. No signs of struggle, I thought to myself. Benjamin searched the kitchen, clear. I handled the balcony, clear. Gibbs and DiNozzo took care of the bathrooms, clear. Trap had the bedroom, also clear. We regrouped at the living room, next to the balcony door.

"No sign of Calico anywhere," Gibbs started.

"No signs of struggle," I continued.

"Either that or someone cleaned the mess up," said Tony.

Danny then requested for a status report: "G, did you find Calico?" he said.

"Nope. He's missing I'm afraid," I replied.

"Have you checked the closet?"

The closet! There was I closet in the bedroom I didn't check! How could I forget to do that? "Hmm... Come to think of it, I haven't. Trap, go check the closet."

"Hope we don't have a body in our hands..." I heard a thud in the bedroom after that.

Soon, Trap (and DiNozzo) discovered something. "Uh, G...? You might want to see this..."

Gibbs and I rushed to the bedroom. "Well I'll be damned..."

Calico's body was on the floor, feet inside the closet.

"Danny, I think you may have spoken too soon... Calico's dead," I reported.