After their elevator conversation, Charity and Fornell stepped off and went to fill in the team. "So, the FBI has another mess they need us to help clean up." Charity announced.
"I don't need your help, but since you have jurisdiction over any Navy cases, we have no choice but to let you help." Fornell countered.
Charity turned to Fornell. "You need us and you know it." She replied. "Just admit it, we have better people and resources."
Fornell opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Burley. "What exactly is going on?"
Fornell then explained the situation. "What I don't understand is, he was such a good agent. Why in the world would he go rouge?" Fornell finished.
"Unless he was never truely an agent in the first place." Charity said.
"He passed all of the background checks and everything." Fornell countered.
"We'll see about that. McGee you go back down to the lab with Abby and see what you two can find on this guy." Charity said. "Once you find out what you can, give the information to Ducky so he can build a phsycological profile. Fornell let's go and talk to Ducky about what you know already."
"What do you want us to do boss?" Burley asked, speaking of himself and Ziva.
"Look through the evidence and see what you can find. See if you can find anything that might be a clue as to what Jack's motives and where he might be headed." Charity answered.
Then Charity and Fornell headed down to autopsy. Ducky was just finishing up his autopsy of Lt. Watson. "Charity, I was just about to call you down here." Ducky greeted. "Oh, hello Agent Fornell. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"
"I have an agent that went rouge and killed this man." Fornell answered.
"So, how did he die Duck?" Charity asked.
"After a severe and brutal beating, he was strangled." Then Ducky began to point out the bruises and wound all over Watson's body. He also pointed out several broke bones. "It was a very brutal death. Every hit was meant to inflict optimal damage and pain."
"You teaching them that in the Beauro now?" Charity asked Fornell.
"No." Fornell answered. "He's had to have more training."
"Only people who have been training for years can inflict this kind of damage." Ducky said.
"Duck, Fornell here is going to fill you in on what little he knows of his rouge agent. Then once Abby and McGee find out what they can, I need you to profile him." Charity told Ducky.
"I'll do my best." Ducky replied.
Charity then began to leave the room. Fornell looked at her. "Where are you going?"
"I'm pregnant. I'm eating for two. I've got to get food." Charity answered.
After a couple of hours, Charity returned to the squadroom carrying a bag of chips, a jar of peanut butter, oranges, and ranch dip. She started over for her desk and Fornell was setting in it, checking his email on his computer. "Hey get out of my desk." Charity told him.
He looked up at her. "What the hell is that?" He asked.
"Food." Charity answered.
"That is the strangest combination of food I have ever seen in my life."
"What baby wants baby gets. Now get your ass out of my chair before I have Ziva remove you." Charity threatened.
Fornell sighed. "Alright." He exited out of his email and stood up from the desk.
Once he was gone, Charity moved to her chair. She opened up her chips. She pulled out two and dipped one in the ranch and the other in peanut butter. Then she took and oranged slice and sandhiched it between the two chips.
"That's disgusting." Fornell observed.
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it." Charity replied. "Ziva, Burley you guys find anything?"
"Nothing." Burley answered.
Just then McGee and Abby were stepping off the elevator. "We found something." Abby said, excited.
"What?" Charity asked.
McGee walked over to his computer and inserted a flash drive. He then pulled up the information on the plasma screen. "FBI Agent Jack Thompson was originally born in Iraq. After his village was bombed, his parents were killed and he was left an orphan. He was adopted by an American couple." McGee began.
"We already knew that." Fornell replied.
"But did you know that his birth father had been a member of an anti-American group known as The Western Cure?" Abby asked. "Or at least that's the American translation."
"What?" Fornell replied. "We never found that."
"Did you also know that he was the contact?" McGee asked.
"What are you talking about?" Fornell asked again.
"He is the one that was emailing about sneaking the other terrorists over." Abby answered. "He set everything up. He joined the FBI to get on the inside."
"Looks like the FBI screwed up when they hired this guy." Charity observed. "You guys dropped the ball."
"How could we have missed this?" Fornell asked.
"He did work hard to cover his tracks." McGee answered. "He hacked his own records and changed them. It was hard to find these originals. We had to..."
"McGee, we don't need all the geek speak. We don;t care how you did it, just as long as you guys get us results." Charity interrupted.
"This is why you're the boss." Abby said with a grin.
"Have you found anything else?" Charity asked.
"Yes, we found where he's planning a terror attack." Abby answered. "And when."
"The smuggling thing was just a distraction." McGee added.
"Where and when?" Charity asked.
"We believe here at the Navy Yard." Abby answered. "We found a blog under his birth name, Hakim. He wants to shake America by hitting our service men and he mentions that he thinks the Navy is one of our greatest strengths, that he wants to shake up."
"When?" Charity asked.
"Eleven." McGee answered.
Charity looked at the time. "That's two hours from now."