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Chapter 64

Hetty, Granger, Sam and Callen entered the boat shed to be met with a barrage of questions from Lt. Bates and Officer Wolinsky, who had been staring at the monitor, watching Robinson in the interrogation room and anxiously awaiting their return.

"Did you get him?"

"Where is he?"

"What happened?"

"Did you let him get away?"

Their questions overlapped to the point where no one was sure who asked what. Granger held up his hand and answered. "Oh, we got him. At least Hetty did. Unfortunately, he won't be answering any of our questions."

Bates looked at him in dismay and asked for confirmation. "He's dead?"

"Yeah. It was him or me and I'm kind of glad Hetty decided on me." He stared at Bates, daring him to disagree.

"Of course, I get it, but that means Robinson is our only link to finding out who the LAPD mole is and how Timmons and Parks are communicating in prison." The Lt. said; frustration clear in his voice.

"Yes. But Mr. Robinson doesn't need to know that." stated Hetty, a small smile on her face.

Bates looked at her and started to smile. "So, that's how you're going to play this?"

Wolinsky looked back and forth between the two, not understanding what was going on. They were down to their last connection to the mole and Parks and he didn't see anything to smile about. Carson insisted he didn't know who the mole was or if there even was one. If Robinson lawyered up and refused to speak, they had nothing. He opened his mouth to ask what they meant and then decided to just watch how it all played out and see what he could learn.

"No time like the present to talk to him." Said Sam as he and Callen headed towards the closed door to the room where Robinson waited. Both men were tense and it showed.

"Mr. Hanna, Mr. Callen. I think you two are too close to this. Why don't we let Owen and Lt. Bates talk to him first?" said Hetty.

Both men began to protest but stopped at the look on her face. Reluctantly they walked back to the group surrounding the monitor. Granger and Bates looked at each other appraisingly and finally nodded. Granger grabbed a pad of paper off the table, walked to the door and opened it, Bates following him in, nodding to Agent Samuels who was guarding the door. They closed it behind them and those left in the main room turned to watch on the screen.

"I want a lawyer." was the first thing Robinson said as they entered.

"I'm sure you do and you'll need one. We have you on video confessing to the murder of two FBI Agents, a federal prosecutor, her husband and their unborn child, as well as beating a bound and defenseless police detective." Replied Granger, placing the pad of paper on the table between them. The two men sat down facing Robinson.

The man looked at them in shock. "What video? What are you talking about?"

Granger and Bates exchanged a look of surprise and then turned back to their suspect. "You didn't know that there was a video camera and parabolic microphone set up in the plant? One that captured every action and conversation from before the time Detective Deeks was brought in until the raid?" asked Bates.

Robinson shook his head and said "That bastard! He never told me a thing about recording that room!" He looked at them, dismay clearly written on his face. "You can't use any of that in court! I was taped without my knowledge!"

"You were taped by your own partner, not LAPD or NCIS. Everything on that video is admissible in court. You'll be lucky not to get the death penalty, which I plan on asking the DA to push for." Said Bates. He paused and then continued. "Unless, of course, you cooperate and give us the names of everyone at LAPD, NCIS or any other agency that you know of on your boss's payroll. As well as telling us how he and Timmons are communicating inside Victorville. This is a limited time offer and you'd better decide quickly. We got McGonagle and he's being made the same deal as we speak. Whoever cooperates first gets the deal, the other gets the needle."

Out in the main room, Wolinsky couldn't help himself. "What is Lt. Bates talking about? McGonagle is dead; we aren't making any offers to a dead man."

Hetty smiled at the young man. "As I said, Mr. Robinson doesn't need to know that. The idea that McGonagle may beat him to taking an offer like that is a powerful incentive for him to take it himself."

Wolinsky thought about it for a moment and Hetty could see when understanding dawned. He grinned at her and said "I like it!"

"We're glad you approve, Wolinsky." Said Callen, his eyebrows raised. He blushed a little and then noticed that Callen was smiling. The federal agent was teasing him! For some reason, that made him feel more like he was part of the group than he had at any time prior to this. He smiled in return and turned his attention back to the action on the screen.

Robinson shook his head. "Parks will kill me if he ever finds out that I gave up that kind of information. I wouldn't be safe anywhere, not even in prison. Especially not in prison!"

Granger tilted his head. "If you don't give us the information, the state of California will kill you. Or, we could send you to Gitmo for acts of terrorism."

"Terrorism? What are you talking about? I'm no terrorist! I'm an American, through and through. I would never commit an act of terrorism against my country!"

Listening on the monitor as Robinson declared himself a patriot, Wolinsky muttered under his breath "Stone cold killer who thinks nothing of gunning down a woman and her unborn child, but he's offended that we might think he's a terrorist?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wolinsky. It would seem Owen has hit a sore spot with Mr. Robinson. Continue to watch and learn." Said Hetty.

Back in the room, Granger used Robinson's outrage and the same argument that Callen had earlier applied to Carson. "Your boss, Steve Parks, is an arms dealer who has sold weapons to enemies of this country. Enemies who then use those weapons to hurt American citizens. That makes him a terrorist. You work for him, ipso facto, you are also a terrorist."

Sam looked at Callen who said "What? Maybe Granger has his own word of the day calendar!" Sam just rolled his eyes and focused back on the screen.

"Parks never dealt with foreigners! You're lying to me, trying to confuse me!" said Robinson.

"Why would we lie about that? We already have you on five counts of murder, one count of abduction of a police office, unlawful detainment, assault and battery…should I go on?" asked Bates.

"Four." Robinson said absently, still trying to wrap his brain around the idea that he could be branded a terrorist.

"What do you mean four? Four what? Four people on your payroll?" asked Granger.

"Four counts of murder. The bitch was pregnant so the baby doesn't count."

Both men stood up quickly and Robinson realized his mistake immediately. Out in the main room Hetty quickly decided it might be a good idea to step in now. Walking rapidly down the short hall, she flung open the door and said "Assistant Director, Lt? Mr. McGonagle wishes to talk directly with both of you."

The men in question realized how close they had come to blowing this and backed off. "This is your last chance, Robinson. If we go talk to McGonagle and he gives us what we want, then you get nothing!" said Granger.

Robinson looked back and forth between the two and then at the small woman standing in the doorway. Finally he nodded his head. "I'll give you everyone I know about in exchange for taking the death penalty and terrorism off the table. I also want protection wherever I am, for the rest of my life. Parks has a long reach and a lot of money."

Granger nodded and pushed the pad of paper towards him and pulled a pen out of the inside pocket of his suit coat. "Names and information. Now. Adding in who's running Parks's organization on the outside will go a long way in dissuading the Director of this agency from pursing the terrorism angle. "

Robinson stared at the paper for a moment and then started writing. When he was done he pushed the paper and pen back to Granger. "That's everything, everything I know."

Granger nodded and picked them up, putting the pen back in his pocket. He read the names and was pleased to see that Carson was the only one from NCIS on the list. There was one name from LAPD and one from the FBI. That would explain how Robinson knew where both men lived when he'd been assigned to kill them. There were also two guards from Victorville listed as the go-betweens for Parks and Timmons in addition to Parks's top guy and location. Finished reading, he handed the paper to Bates whose face darkened when he saw the LAPD name.

"Looks like I have some house cleaning to do!" Bates said. He was furious and didn't bother to try to hide it. He looked into Robinson's eyes. "Did you kill Officer Kevin Pastor in order to help McGonagle escape?"

"No. I was long gone. McGonagle showed up later and said that Parks's pet cop offed the guy guarding him and uncuffed him. Made sure no one else was in the area, ran interference for McGonagle until he could get to the east side of the building. The NCIS agent took it from there."

Knowing that they'd gotten as much from him as they could, they took Robinson out and handed him over to Samuels to be taken away. As they headed into the main room to talk with the others, they heard Callen's phone rang. They listened as he answered.

"Eric? What do you have for us?"

"Callen, Nell and I are pretty sure we know who the mole is inside LAPD. It's the communications officer on the SWAT team assigned to help rescue Deeks. His name is Kingsley. I just sent his address to your smart phones. LAPD database says he goes on shift in an hour."

"Thanks Eric. Thank Nell too."

Callen ended the call and looked at the expectant faces watching him. "Eric and Nell think they know who the mole at LAPD is."

Bates held up the paper with the list of names. "Who is it? Let's see if it matches what Robinson gave us."

"Officer Stuart Kingsley."

Bates nodded. "That's a match. That and Carson's name confirm that Robinson is telling us the truth. How do you want to do this?"

"Eric says Kingsley isn't due on shift for an hour. We take him as he arrives. It's best if we bring him here for interrogation, away from LAPD." Said Callen.

Bates nodded and said "I want to be one of the ones to arrest him. I want in on interrogating him! I want to know exactly what his price was."

No one in the room had any intention of denying him this and said so. They worked out a plan and scattered. Bates would meet Kingsley at the precinct and tell him that NCIS was debriefing the entire SWAT team about the rescue op and it was simply his turn. Everyone knew Deeks reported to him so Kingsley shouldn't be suspicious. Bates would insist on them traveling together. Sam and Callen would back him up in case the man realized something was up and tried to run.

Granger and Hetty would start Nell and Eric digging into the remaining names on the list. Once they had enough information on the two guards, they would be picked up and brought to NCIS as well. As for Parks's top man, that would require more information and they were already thinking a task force with LAPD might be in order. The relationship between the two agencies was improving by the minute.

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Sam pushed Stuart Kingsley through the door into the interrogation room making him stumble. The man had gone with Bates as expected, never suspecting that they knew he was dirty. Once he'd arrived at the boat shed, Bates had read him his rights and told him that they knew everything. He'd almost seemed relieved. Sam left, closing the door behind him. Bates and Granger sat down opposite Kingsley, much like earlier with Robinson. Granger stayed silent, letting the LAPD Lieutenant take the lead.

"Just tell me why Kingsley. Why would you turn on one of your own?" asked Bates.

"You married Lt?"

"No."

"Well, I am. My wife likes…the finer things in life. When we first got married I was getting a lot of overtime and we lived well. Then the city ran into trouble and starting cutting back. She refused to let our lifestyle change. She still wanted the new car every two years, the exclusive school for our daughter that she could brag about, the expensive vacations every year that she could show off pictures of and she had no intention of going to work to help pay for all of it." Kingsley sighed tiredly. "When I was approached by a man that worked for Steve Parks, it was just a simple bit of information here and there for a goodly amount of money. Then it was lose evidence. Then sabotage ops related to Parks's business."

"And Deeks? Did your oath mean so little that you were willing to let a fellow officer be tortured? To kill a fellow cop in order to let the torturer go free? What was the going price for all that? Ten thousand? Twenty?"

"By the time the situation with Deeks came up, I was in too deep. I couldn't get out. I told them I wanted no part of it and they threatened my family if I didn't do what they wanted. I never meant to kill Kevin! I was just going to offer to relieve him from guarding McGonagle and then, once we were alone, let him go free. Figured he could hit me and then I could tell everyone that he overpowered me. But it all went wrong. Kevin was suspicious. He couldn't figure out why we didn't know it was a cop we were there to rescue. He knew I'd taken the call. He kept asking what was said, what I was told. Over and over. I must have messed up and he pulled his gun. I had no choice, it was him or me."

"It should have been you!" Bates ground out.

"I know! I wish it had been! I just reacted, I didn't think. I wish I could do it over again, all of it! I wouldn't have taken the money! I wouldn't have gotten in bed with them. I would have let my wife walk like she threatened. Hell, it would have made my life easier if she had." Kingsley put his head down on the table and they could barely hear him when he mumbled "I'm just so glad it's over."

Once they got Kingsley to write out his statement, Bates and Wolinsky started to leave with him, planning on taking him back to LAPD for booking. Noticing the warmth with which Hetty said goodbye to his young officer, Bates hung back and waited for him to be out of earshot. He eyed the little woman in front of him and said "You've already stolen my best undercover operative. I'm not stupid. I know it's only a matter of time before he resigns from LAPD and becomes an agent. Hell, I'm stunned it hasn't happened already. But keep your mitts off Wolinsky. I have plans for him and they don't include being shanghaied by NCIS!"

Hetty simply smiled at the Lt. and said nothing. Bates huffed out a sigh and followed Wolinsky and Kingsley out of the building. She turned to find Granger, Sam and Callen looking at her expectantly. "Can I help you gentlemen?"

No one said anything as she waited. Once she was sure that there were no comments to be made she said "I've contacted Miss. Leary and gave her the heads up on the FBI agent on Parks's payroll. He was not involved in this case so will be entirely the FBI's problem. Now, don't you think Miss. Blye would like to know the outcome of our day? The people who would hurt our Mr. Deeks are either dead or in custody and he is finally safe."

Callen nodded and Sam said 'You know she's going to be pissed that she wasn't able to be part of taking down Robinson, McGonagle and Kingsley!"

"I am well aware of Miss. Blye's probable reaction. You may tell her that she will be given the lead in telling Mr. Timmons that he and Mr. Parks are going to be behind bars for a very, very long time."

Both men grinned and turned to leave the boat shed, eager to get to the hospital and give Kensi the good news in person. Once they were alone, Hetty walked over to the filing cabinet in the corner. Pulling out a key, she unlocked it and opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out a bottle of tequila and walked over to place it on the table. She went to the counter and selected two coffee mugs. She poured a generous portion into each and turned to Granger, handing him one. "We did good today, Owen. We took down two very bad men, uncovered two dirty federal agents, one dirty cop and soon, two dirty prison guards. Eventually, the information we gathered today could lead to the dismantling of an international weapons dealer. In addition, we can reasonably expect that Mr. Timmons sentence potential has just skyrocketed. All in all, a lot to be proud of."

Granger picked up his mug and clinked it against hers. "Agreed, Henrietta. All in all, a good day for the good guys!"