A/N: Hey! It's Malaysianpro! Here we go, a new chapter! The gang and the NCIS agents are very close to finding out who the murderer...whelp, not close. they already have their...um... Anyway... Danny now reveals that he is a Jedi (sorta) which comes to the Star Wars part to the X-over. Whelp, hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer

I don't own nor am affiliated to mentioned companies, copyrights and registered Trademark in this Xover. Except for Winter Tactical, a fictional winter sport's equipment manufacturer. Simply fictional, intended for entertainment purposes and not related to the living nor the dead. Any similarities between the real world and the Xover are completely coincidental.

Chapter 9

BOOM!

Interpol HQ

7.30 p.m.

Thea's Perspective

"...it was eight versus two, we couldn't fight them all. Danny had an idea and ordered me to hug him. Then, BOOM. Danny Force Repulses them away," I explained what happened.

"The Force powers part I get, but why did he ask you to hug him?"

I looked at Tony straight in the eye in response to what he said that appeared to be suggestive.

"Because...the Repulse will only act on objects outside the origin of the Repulse," I replied.

"Otherwise, she'd been blown away like the rest of The Technologist," continued McGee.

"Correct," I supported while pointing my finger at him.

Then came running out the elevator was Pandora and Benjamin, looking worried. They scampered to the bullpen and headed straight towards me.

"AUNT THEA!" Benjamin shouted before arriving at my desk.

"We've heard what happened. Where is he?" asked Pandora.

"And where's your jacket?" Benjamin squeaked.

"Who? Danny? He's sleeping on the floor behind me and I lend my jacket to him so he can use it as a blanket," I answered both questions. I looked at Danny sleeping silently on the floor, using his FMG-9 as a pillow. It actually looked comfy.

"Trap explained everything to us," said Pandora.

"So is it true that Danny has Force powers?" Benjamin asked again.

"Like I told everyone, yes, he does. Don't believe me? Ask him when he wakes up," I answered confidently.

"You don't have to...*yawn*...hear it from me... Everything she said is all true," he interrupted as he tried to get up from his power nap.

"Hey champ," I called him, "how're you doing?"

"I'm feeling fine...and re-energized," he replied. "Man, how long was I out for?" He crouched, grabbed my chair's armrest and squatted up. He gave me my jacket back, I thanked him and put it on.

"Forty-five minutes," I replied.

"So, uh...about the Force powers?" Pandora squeaked.

"Oh, yeah...right," responded Danny.

My Perspective

They made me do a demonstration on lifting objects by using the Force. So, I've decided to use a Force Telekinesis to lift my iPhone in the air for a few seconds. (To those who aren't familiar, telekinesis is the ability to move objects without physical contact. In this case, I used the Force!)

I took a deep breath and focused the Force on my phone. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, the phone left my hand an into the air. I held it there for a few seconds like I mentioned before and let go. It landed on my hand. As a finale, I threw my phone like a boomerang and it came back...well...like a boomerang. I did that by doing the Force Pull to make it come back. I took a bow. The bullpen was filled with applause from my friends, and from the NCIS agents of course. Even Gibbs did.

"Bravo, Danny! Bravo," Tony praised me.

"Thank you! I'll be here all week," I said while bowing.

"So tell me Obi-Wan Ke-Danny, do you carry a lightsaber?" Tony asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do, and it's actually double-bladed just like Darth Maul's. I just finished building it yesterday," I answered while taking the weapon out of my combat belt.

"Wow, this kid can control gadgets and he's a Jedi!"

"Not a Jedi Tony, a half-Jedi."

"What do you mean, Half-Jedi?" McGee interrupted while looking shocked.

"Well, my human-self controls half the powers, my cyborg-self controls the other half. It's because I'm too weak too control all them by myself. And so, the creator of the chip built an add-on device to the chip to assist me. When I grow stronger, I'll have control of all my powers on my human-self."

"Why did you faint after that Repulse?" Thea asked.

"The Repulse is a powerful Force power. I had to concentrate and gather as much Force and release it very violently. I fainted because when I released the Force, it took a lot of my energy."

I turned the lightsaber on, just the one blade. It was blue and it glowed blue. It lit the darkness of the bullpen, since it was only lit with desk lamps. It whirred, the pitch got higher as I waved it around. It was very long, the one blade itself was as tall as myself. The hilt was as long as my forearm.

I twirled the saber around. Everybody put themselves in a distance so they don't get slashed as I did it.

"Whoa! Maybe that's enough lightsabering for now..." Geronimo uttered. I turned it off and kept it in my belt. Then he got a call. We excused him and let him take it.

"Wait a minute, I just realized something. You built this when J-Son told me you were in the armory and you didn't want to be disturbed, didn't you?" Thea squeaked.

"Yup..."

"Why didn't you tell me and the others?"

"Because at that time, we were at home, and The Technologists have been targeting it and their spies could have been placing bugs around the house and secret ears that I myself couldn't track. I don't want to let this leaked for my...all our sakes. Like I said, if any more of my tech info gets to THEM...well...you get the idea. All I'm sayin' is that everyone of us could be the mole. You, Benjamin...Trap...even you Thea. Even Firas, my next door neighbor. I don't trust him. But I know I can trust you guys. Because you're my friends, and friends always have each other's backs."

"You can always count on us to protect you," said Thea.

"And as friends we will never stab each other in the back," Benjamin continued. It warmed my heart.

"Aw, you guys... C'mon, group hug," I responded. Everyone joined, except Geronimo who was still on the phone, and the NCIS agents.

"Thanks for having my back, guys. It's really great to know that there are people who care about you," I said.

Geronimo got of the phone, he announced: "That was the General Secretariat, he said one of our moles that we don't know he sent undercover inside one of The Technologists' bases has gotten some info of what they're planning to do with the chip."

"Wait, inside one of their bases? Where?" I asked.

"He refuses to let us know so that we don't risk our lives to take them down ourselves."

"Well, what're they planning with my chip exactly?"

"He hasn't extracted any of it yet, with the place running with creeps 24/7, it'll make it hard for him to download every single plan. But with him in the IT part, his job could be easier."

"So, he knows where all of The Technologists' bases are right?"

"Yes, but we have to take down their leader first. Without him his henchmen won't have a backup plan when we try to take them down."

"Alright, back to the case," interrupted DiNozzo, "like Gibbs said in interrogation, Fernando Martinez here is our prime suspect. If we're gonna convict him, we need more evidence."

"So far, we only have his blood, a murder weapon with no prints on the handle and I just found a string of fiber wedged in the blade's hinges. I'm processing it to find out we're it came from," Pandora stated.

"I can check in his credit cards to see if he recently bought any gloves here or back in the US," said Benjamin. "I'm also going to access his Swiss bank account but I can't do it without a warrant."

"I like the way you show initiative, Benjamin. I'll be on the phone with the warrant officer," said Geronimo.

"Well, it's getting pretty late for us, so we decided that were heading home," Thea announced.

"Yeah, we've got a big day ahead of us," I said.

"Alright... Take care you two," advised Geronimo while dialing numbers on the phone.

Thea checked her ammo of her MP9 and I checked how many mags I have left...wait... What am I talking about? Of course we have ammo. We haven't spent any all day.

We bid everyone goodbye, and went home...with a stop at Subway's for some dinner sandwiches.

Geronimo's Perspective

"Pandora, since your here, what else have you got?" I asked as I dialed the warrant officer's number.

"Well, I did found some blood on the hilt, could be used to subdue the victim. I processed it and I'm still waiting for results."

"Good... Wait, one second... Hello? Yes, this is Agent Geronimo Stilton and I'd like to request a warrant..."

Arif Mansion

Tuesday, August 17, 2013

8.50 a.m.

Thea and I had just finished up breakfast and I carried on with scripting some codes for the next update for my FPS game, Fields Of Battle 2. I used the chip to script and a computer to see what I scripted was correct. I sat on the couch in the living room and faced my laptop. I only thought of the characters that will be used in the script, and there it was on the screen.

After a quarter-hour later, Thea came back in after she finished exploring the property. I was about done scripting one more file when she joined me by my side.

"Enjoyed your self-tour?" I asked.

"I did and your place is amazing! Fireproof walls, bulletproof doors and windows, J-Son said that there's a secret escape tunnel in deep end the swimming pool leading to the emergency armory in the garage..."

"I know right? There's no better place than home."

"There's no better place than your home..."

"Correction... Homes, Thea. I own many properties around the globe...except Israel."

"Ah, the perks of being a rich person..."

"Livin' the dream, sister..."

"So, whatcha got there?"

"Scripts for a DLC of Fields Of Battle 2."

"Cool! What did you add this time?"

"Mostly a whole new collection of weapons, maps and attachments. Plus, a new way of killing. You can now melee kill someone by hitting them with your weapon or by picking up loose objects around the map such as rocks, loose pipes and other stuff in case you run out of ammo."

"Hmm... Needs to be 10% cooler... Just saying."

I saved the text file and sent it to the developer's computer in the development room downstairs.

"10% cooler eh? Maybe I'll reduce the prices of some in-game purchases but it'll take some time. Now this is done, I'd like to test out my newly finished lightsaber."

I grabbed my saber and scampered to the backyard through the glass sliding kitchen door with Thea behind me (which brings the question why did both Martinez and Russell escape through the window? Wait, I lock the back door in the night). I hid the pool with the chip... How you ask? Simple, I installed a pool cover that has a piece of yard on top of it. In other words, it becomes a hidden pool. As I was saying, I hid the pool so I had more space to twirl the saber around without destroying anything.

"I wanna ask you something before you start, have you any experience with this sci-fi weapon?" Thea squeaked.

"Okay...first of all, this isn't a sci-fi weapon. This is real, so it becomes a sci-fact... Second, this isn't my first rodeo with a lightsaber...so...you don't have to worry," I reassured her. "But...just in case, you might want to take a step back..."

I began with a stance to calm myself down, then I turned one blade on. I then started doing some moves with the one blade. I got satisfied, and turned on the second blade followed by double-bladed moves. Thrusts, slashes, stabs... I finished with what I did last night. I did a Saber Throw as hard and angled as I can. It flew out of the property. Using Force Telekinesis, I pulled it back and caught it by the hilt. I twirled it over my head with both plasma blades on. Then, stabbed the ground with it. I forgot doing that can cause a shockwave around me. Loose objects flew away (so much for not trying to destroy anything), Thea was holding her position from where she stood so she wouldn't fly away. She covered her face because of the wind of the shockwave.

"Sorry, I forgot if I do that, this happens," I apologized as I pulled out my lightsaber.

Pandora's Perspective

Interpol HQ's Forensic Lab

8.00 a.m.

I just came down to the lab after Geronimo drove me and the others to HQ from our hotel. I left the computer on overnight so it can search for what the blue string of fiber was used in and who manufactured it.

As I entered the lab, I heard the computer beeping from results of the tests I've done last night. I put my backpack on the desk inside the break room of the lab and put on my lab coat.

I went to the computer to see what it found. I called Geronimo right away.

"This is Stilton," he answered

"Hey, it's Pandora. So, the blue fiber I pulled out of the hinges, it came from an XPro skiing glove manufactured by Winter Tactical in the US."

"Great. What about the blood from the hilt?"

"They haven't arrived yet. Estimated in an hour or so."

"Thank you Pandora, I'll make sure I get this to Agent Gibbs and his team."

"One more thing, I think I can help you find the owner."

"How?"

"A glove is a clothing you wear on your hands right?"

"Obviously, and your point exactly?"

"If I can find the owner's DNA on the glove, I can possibly match it to our killer!"

"Pandora, you are brilliant! But, maybe Benjamin can help as well."

"How?"

"He could tap into purchase records to find out any familiar names in their system!"

"Hold on, every purchase ever made? From 250 stores across the US? For 2 whole years?"

"It seems inefficient, isn't it?"

"Maybe you can narrow down your search starting from earlier this year."

"Because?"

"Over the years, the gloves had received a few updates. In four month from its debut, Winter Tactical added a new a few new color schemes. In 2012, the gloves had a one-size-fits-all option. This particular fiber was from a 2013 special edition. It had nano-tech to insulate body heat and I found some in the fiber."

"Thanks again, Pandora. You always come through..."

I ended the call with: "Have I ever let you down?"

Geronimo's Perspective

"Benjamin, search in Winter Tactical's purchase records starting from 2013 and see if any familiar names are in there," I demanded as I hung up on Pandora.

"Or... Since Fernando Martinez is the prime suspect, maybe I can search his credit card records to see if he bought anything from Winter Tactical," he suggested.

"That could work too..."

As Benjamin tapped into the records he admitted something: "Um... Uncle G, there's something I need to tell you about the crime scene..."

"What is it Benjamin?"

"When we were looking for evidence in the suite, I saw something blinking red in the clear vase on the dining table."

"Wait... Blinking red light would mean that a recording device is being turned on..."

"Are you saying that what I saw was a camera?"

"Could be a huge possibility..."

"You've gotta check it out, Uncle G! It was angled exactly where the murder took place and it may have recorded it all! This could be the biggest lead we have on the murder case yet!"

"Just what I had in mind, Benjamin. Trap! Grab your gear. You're coming with me," I said as I strapped my holster onto my belt. He got up and took his gun out of the desk drawer and followed me to the elevator. "Benjamin! Call the NCIS agents to meet us at the crime scene."

"Roger that," he replied.

A Famosa Resort-Crime Scene, Malacca

9.10 a.m.

About an hour later

"Uncle G, are you there yet?" Benjamin called.

"We're at the suite, the NCIS agents are still at the bottom of the condo. They're on their way up. Um... Where did you say the camera was exactly?"

"Try looking at the vase on the dining table near the sliding doors to the balcony."

Trap and I marched to the mentioned area. We inspected the vase closely. We saw a tiny blinking red light hidden between the stems of the roses inside. It was the camera. It was the side of my thumb.

"There it is Geronimo," said Trap.

"Good eye, Trap. Goes to you to, Benjamin. Trap, take it out," I ordered.

He put his rubber gloves on and took the roses out first and set them on the table. He positioned the vase upside-down and let gravity do the rest. He studied it and took out a small, paper evidence packet.

"This thing's wireless...and it has a Bluetooth on-off switch behind it. You have any idea what's it connected to?" he asked before dropping the tiny camera into the packet.

"That's what I was about to find out," I replied. I turned on the Bluetooth of my iPhone through Mission Control and booted up the Settings app. I continued to the Bluetooth options to see if it detected a device with its Bluetooth on.

"Did we miss anything?" Gibbs asked at the door accompanied by his two colleagues.

"Actually, you did. We've found the camera my nephew was talking about," I replied. "It was wireless and Bluetooth enabled, possibly connected to another device."

"Uncle G, I've got some news," Benjamin interrupted through my earpiece.

"Go for it..."

"So... I checked out Martinez's credit card activities and looks like he spent $40 on a special edition pair of XPros two weeks before the murder. We might be looking at our killer."

"Thank you Benjamin, I really appreciate it."

"What was that about?" asked Agent McGee.

"It was about the murder... You see, my junior forensic scientist, Pandora, she found that the fiber she pulled out of the murder weapon came from a special edition ski glove. I had my nephew do some searching in our suspect's credit card records and he found out that the suspect had bought a pair two weeks before the murder took place."

"And what are you doing now?" said DiNozzo.

"Seeing if there is another device in the area..." And then...bingo. My phone managed to detect another device, a laptop to be precise. It was under the name "Calico's laptop". There were only two of three bars of connection strength.

"Gotcha..." I whispered.

"What is it, G?" Trap squeaked while looking over my shoulder.

"I've got the other device. I just don't know where it is," I said, wondering.

"Try and play hot or cold with the connection strength," he suggested.

"Trap, I don't usually say this to you but...maybe just this once. You...are a genius."

"Thank you..."

I began my search towards the kitchen. It dropped a bar to just the little dot. Not in the kitchen, I thought. I went back into the living room, it raised a bar.

I approached the bedroom. I entered the room, and it went full bars. I was getting hot, but not yet on fire. I had everyone in the suite searched for the laptop.

We rummaged through everything. Under the bed, nothing. In the closet, nothing. Gibbs got lucky as he found it in the drawer of the bedside table.

"Found it," he alerted. He put on his gloves and grabbed it. He opened the screen but he couldn't access any information because it was locked with a password.

"McGee, can ya crack this?" Gibbs wondered.

"I can but I can't do it here because I don't have the equipment. It's encrypted with a 128-bit security code."

"Bring it back to HQ and I'll have Benjamin to assist you," I offered.

Interpol HQ

11.02 a.m.

"Hmm... Looks tough, but I'll take a crack at it," Benjamin agreed. He and McGee started doing their magic by randomly pressing the keys on the keyboard...well... They weren't random, but it did look like it. Don't judge me... I'm not a computer genius.

"You guys should take a break, this'll take few minutes," said McGee while looking focused and sharp.

Then a blonde Caucasian woman stepped out of the elevator, looking troubled and worried...maybe a little bit sad. She was roughly Danny's height, and looks like she's in her mid-30s. But she looked like she was in her 20s. What? I'm just saying... Besides I already have a crush. Anyway, she wore a snow white suit with a blue shirt under her jacket and a Gucci leather handbag was hanging on her shoulder.

She came to the bullpen and asked me for help with her small voice. "Excuse me sir, I need your help," said the woman.

"How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for my husband, Malcolm Calico."

I glanced at the NCIS agents as they looked at me. I continued; "Umm... And, you are?"

"I'm Miranda Calico, his ex-wife."

I turned into stone. I needed to stall her while trying to come up how to say that her husband was murdered.

"Excuse me for a second," I said. I got up and walked to Gibbs at my desk and faced backwards of her.

"Who is she?" he asked near my ear.

"Miranda Calico, she claims that she's Malcolm Calico's wife...or at least, ex-wife," I whispered.

"And she's looking for her husband?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to say that he's dead!"

We both looked back at Miranda and smiled.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Hmm... Alright, here's what were gonna do..." He whispered the plan into my ear and executed it right away. We walked back to her.

"Mrs. Calico, I'm NCIS Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and this is Interpol Special Agent Geronimo Stilton," Gibbs introduced.

"Call me Miranda," she insisted.

"Alright Miranda, come with us," I continued. The three of us then took the staff elevator downstairs.

The Morgue

Miranda sobbed as Professor Von Volt opened the door of cold chamber 016, where Malcolm Calico's corpse is kept. She clutched her body tightly to insulate her body heat because of the refrigerated area. The Professor pulled out the sliding table and revealed the body by uncovering the blanket over it. Miranda walked closer to the metal slab and looked at his husband, weeping.

"Sob... Oh, honey... Sob... Who would do this to you...? D'ah-ha-ha-ha!" She covered her face, collapsed and fell into pieces. She cried as the Professor covered up the body and slid it back into the cold chamber. We turned back, Agent Gibbs threw his right arm over Miranda's neck to calm her down. I thanked the Professor for the favor and took Miranda back upstairs to the conference room.

Conference Room

Miranda finally calmed down and stopped crying. I made her hot coffee from the ingredients in the break room. I came back and put the beverage in front of her.

"Thank you," she said as I rested the coffee mug on the table.

"Your welcome," I responded.

"So Miranda, how long were you married to Malcolm?" Gibbs asked.

"About five years," she answered as she took a sip of her coffee. "We never had any kids, I knew that either one of us were sterile. We didn't check whom though. So we decided to live with ourselves. I asked for a divorce when the Marine Core informed me that he stole government funds he was supposed to look after but he refused to let me go. After he pulled that heist off in LA three years ago, we got finally divorced because I couldn't live with all the guilt. It was a sweet ride until then... Living the fast lane... I lived with my mother after that. I made enough money to buy a house in Norfolk and a car by working as a secretary to a CEO of a real estate company."

"I'm really sorry about your husband, Mrs Calico...um...Miranda. Who do you think could have done this to your ex-husband?" I asked.

Miranda sobbed. "I can't think of anyone... He was so nice to everybody. He'd walk the neighbor's dog while they were away, watered their plants... Hell, he'd even babysit while he wasn't deployed. And all the kids loved him do it. I don't understand why anybody would do this to him... Everybody loved him."

"Did he have any enemies?" Gibbs curiously asked.

She shrugged as she shook her head. "Not that I know of. Like I said everyone loved him. Including me."

The song of my ringtone played. I reached into my coat pocket and answered. Caller ID read "Benjy Stilton".

"Excuse me," I apologized before answering. "Yes, Benjamin?"

"Yeah, McGee and I finished hacking and you're not gonna believe what you're gonna see."

"I'll see you there," I said before terminating the call. "Gibbs..."

He got off his chair. "Excuse us, Miranda. Our agents just got something. We appreciate your time."

We left the room and straight to the bullpen. Everyone was staring at the flatscreen, even Pandora was called up here. Looks like the others have watched the footage and rewind it for us to watch.

Benjamin looked like he was in intense shock. "Fernando was lying to us the whole time. Check it out."

He played from the beginning. He fast-forwarded from the first day he came until the night of the murder. He played at normal speed from there.

Benjamin raised his eyebrow. "Here's Calico at the night before he was murdered. He got out of his suite, turned the lights off, and look who got in."

It was hard to believe. The silhouette of the person looked so familiar. He got in and sat on the living room chair, waiting.

"I can't see very clear. Enhance the contrast on the silhouette," I demanded.

I couldn't believe my eyes when the moonlight was separated from the anonymous intruder. It was confirmed. The puffy 80s hair, the suave mustache, that Hispanic face...

It was Martinez, holding his switchblade at his left hand, wearing a pair of special edition Winter Tactical XPros. He played with his knife by opening and closing the blade.

"Well, I'll be damned..." Gibbs exclaimed.

Benjamin played the rest of the clip. Calico comes back half an hour later. He turned on the light and saw Fernando.

"Martinez? What the hell are you doing here?" Calico responded towards the intruder.

"I came for revenge..." He said in an angry tone, standing up.

"Why? What'd I ever do to you?"

"You made Fernando lose every damn thing Fernando had during that tournament... I was supposed to win at that night!"

"Well, tough luck for you buddy, I won-"

"YOU CHEATED IN THAT GAME! YOU RIGGED THE TABLE TO MAKE THE BALL JUMP TO WHATEVER NUMBER YOU CHOSE!"

"Who told you that?!"

"THAT IS NON OF YOUR BUSINESS! And you never marked Fernando's words... Fernando said that "you better watch yourself buddy. Because for my people, we take businesses very personally"."

"So? Whatcha gonna do now?"

"Like Fernando said, MAKING BUSINESS PERSONAL!" Those are the last words before they engaged in combat.

Martinez tried stabbing Calico but countered as Calico caught Martinez's hand and resisted it. Calico threw a left jab on his opponent's right cheek, recoiled him towards the balcony. Calico tries to push him of the balcony but Martinez counters with a kick. Martinez runs toward Calico to launch another attack. Failed, he was pushed to the door as a counter attack. They wrestled and Martinez gives Calico a jab and a blow in the forehead with the blade's hilt. Disoriented, Martinez gave him another jab and got him pinned on the floor. They were out of the camera's field of vision but the audio was still heard. It sounded like Martinez jabbed Calico thrice to subdue him and got him into a chokehold and tried to strangle him to to death. We heard a snap, which we assume that it was the time he broke his neck and snapped the spinal cord along with it. No more struggling was heard. We saw Martinez's left arm raised until it was seen. He held the switchblade in his left hand. Then he extended the blade, followed by the stabbing. Over and over we saw his arm raised and lowered, with the blade getting bloodier and bloodier every time. Everyone reacted to the stabbing with a little body fidgeting.

"I can't watch this anymore," said Pandora as she turned away while making a disgusted face.

Just when we (and I meant Gibbs and I) thought it was over, another familiar person flew in through the balcony. He landed on his feet. He wore a black wingsuit, everything was covered from neck to toe.

It was Brock Russell.

"Hey Calico! You ready yet-" said Russell in the tape as he flew in. "...oh my God..." He caught Martinez in the act. Martinez looked at Russell. "What the bloody hell have you done mate?!"

"You... You're a witness..." Martinez said.

He got up and approached Russell. Looking bloodthirsty, he swung his left arm towards Russell's chest but he managed to catch it. He facepalmed Martinez's face twice and hard, breaking his nose and and another palm to the face. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, he recoiled and Russell gave him a spinning kick in the abdomen, sending him falling on the ground after his forehead slammed the edge of the dining table. Knocked out, Russell took the advantage and jumped out the balcony. Martinez got back up a while later and checked his forehead for blood then ran to the balcony to check where Russell went. He confirmed that he escaped and went to clean up his mess. He moved his body, into the closet. Got out of the suite with his bloody gloves and entered a moment later, with a mop. He mopped up the blood and went out to dispose the mop. Then he went into the bathroom, possibly to wash up his blood. He left the suite then.

"Trap, get Agent Damien to pick up Russell from the lockup," I ordered.

Interrogation Room

An hour later

Gibbs and I entered the room. It was quiet. Russell kept staring at his reflection on the one-way glass. Gibbs carried the laptop while I was empty handed. Gibbs sat down while I stood beside him, cross-armed.

"You were a witness to a murder. Tell me exactly what happened before and after it," Gibbs started.

"Murder? What murder?" Either he was playing dumb or he lost his memory when his car hit the barrier.

"He lost his memory when he hit a barrier at a highway. Try showing him the footage," I analyzed.

Gibbs unfolded the laptop, played the footage and showed Russell, from the beginning of his entrance until he jumped out.

Upon watching more and more of the footage, he looked like in some kind of trans.

"I-I-I... I remember everything! Alright... Here's what happened..."

My Perspective

Kuala Lumpur

1.10 p.m.

Thea and I went around sightseeing in Kuala Lumpur. Traffic wasn't heavy, the forecast for the afternoon was cloudy with a slight breeze...perfect for an afternoon drive. Even spotted a convoy of Ferraris while stopping at a red light. I forgot to mention that I picked up Firas from school before all this.

We went strolling at Bukit Bintang, a well-known street for shopping. Thea bought bags of new clothes for herself (mostly pink) and for the others as well. I got a new drop-leg holster for my USP45. (They were supposed to be novelty but it fit the gun perfectly well!)

Then we visited the Petronas Twin Towers, whose basement parking was the place of arrest of Fernando Martinez. We went up all the way to the 88th floor. I think if I were Geronimo, I wouldn't be up that high.

Finally, we had lunch at a restaurant at the top of the KL Tower. The restaurant itself spun around for us to watch the scenery of the city.

"It's awesome to eat at a place like this..." she commented.

"Not for a person with vertigo... That's for sure," I responded as the waiter took our order. "A lamb chop with extra gravy with a glass of iced tea, please."

"A plate of Mac n' Cheese with a glass of orange juice for me," she said to the waiter, smiling. She turned to me and said; "What if I were Geronimo? You'd think I'd throw up?"

"No doubt..."

Our food arrived, and ate until we couldn't take another bite. We enjoyed the view of KL for a while, then left.

We took the elevator down (took us a few minutes). As we got lower, I got more butterflies in my stomach, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Everything OK, Danny?" Thea asked, sounding concerned.

"Not really... I feel a disturbance in the Force."

"I've gotta get you outta here..."

We reached the parking lot moments later. We scampered to the car, with the disturbance getting stronger and stronger. I couldn't figure it out at first, but I my instincts warned me to stay away from the car. I trusted it, and stopped 10 feet away.

"THEA, STOP!" I alarmed, reaching out my hand.

"What?" She said, half a step in front of me.

"The disturbance...it's coming from the car. Plus...you hear that?" We stood still. Both our sensitive ears heard ticking.

"Ticking..." She responded.

My mind was crowded with thoughts... Are we talking about a time bomb? C4? RDX?

Thea ducked down to see if my hunch was correct. By the look on her face, I knew I was right. Bulged eyes, gasping...typical signs of danger. She got up and grabbed by wrist an faced the other way.

"RUN!" She yelled. But before we could even start running, it was already too late.

BOOM!

The car exploded into fiery inferno. The glass and windows shattered into small pieces, the trunk popped open and the car flipped, landing on the roof. Good thing no civilians were near.

We were caught in the blast radius and blasted away. The explosion knocked me off my feet, making me do a double-backflip while I was thrown away. I faceplanted on the tarmac, scraping my forehead on the asphalt surface upon landing. I fell unconscious for a second, when Thea came to wake me up.

She flipped my body as I opened my eyes. My ears were ringing and my vision was unfocused. She slapped me slowly on the cheek and calling my name to wake me up. Blood started flowing out of her ears, her forehead was wounded and bleeding.

"Danny! Danny! Wake up!" She called.

"Ugh! My head..." I moaned in pain.

"I gotta to get you to a hospital!" She took out her cellphone, dialed 999 (the Malaysian emergency number) and waited for someone to respond. "Holy cheese, your ears are starting to bleed!"

I checked and there was blood flowing out. "Oh my God... So are yours."

"I know," she replied. The operator picked up; "Hello? This is Interpol Special Agent Thea Stilton, a car bombing just occurred, two people injured, no deaths... I need EMS on scene at KL Tower, ASAP!"

Thea's Perspective

I knew he had butterflies in his stomach the moment I saw him staring out the horizon through the glass elevator while leaning at the handrail on his back, looking serious and worried. I finally worked up the nerve to ask him.

"Everything OK, Danny?" I asked.

"Not really... I feel a disturbance in the Force."

I knew there was something fishy about to happen every time a Jedi says that. I couldn't help thinking what would happen to him... Assassination? Kidnap attempt like yesterday? Who knew what The Technologists had in store for us.

"I gotta get you outta here," I stated.

We got down and scampered to the car. Just ten feet away, Danny stopped me.

"THEA, STOP!" He alarmed me.

"What?" We stood still.

"The disturbance...it's coming from the car. Plus...you hear that?" I did. Sounded like digital ticking.

"Ticking..." I stated. I crouched and ducked to see what I was hoping not to encounter. I gasped... A block of RDX explosive was stuck to the undercarriage. I got up and grabbed Danny's wrist and tried to run away.

"RUN!" I shouted. We tried to run... But it was too late.

I was thrown by the explosion, landing on my face. I didn't fall unconscious though. But Danny did.

My ears rang, felt the blood flowing on my forehead. I got up and gently rubbed aching my head. I looked at Danny, unconscious. I crawled to his aid by his side.

His forehead bled out as I flipped him over and started slapping his left cheek while calling out his name. Slowly, he gained consciousness.

"Danny! Danny! Wake up!" I said.

"Ugh! My head..." He moaned in pain.

"I gotta get you to a hospital..." I took out my phone and dialed triple-nine. While waiting for the operator to respond, blood came out of Danny's ears.

"Holy cheese, your ears are bleeding!" I stated.

He wiped his earlobe and checked his hand. "Oh my God... So are yours."

"I know." Finally, the operator responded. "Hello? This is Interpol Special Agent Thea Stilton, a car bombing just occurred, two people injured, no deaths... I need EMS on scene at KL Tower, ASAP!"

Chap 9 done! More action comin soon!