Jillian paced back and forth in her room. The “talk” with DiNozzo and Gibbs got them nowhere. She just wanted her laptop and files, “let me work on what I have.” They wouldn’t listen; her fear of NCIS swooping in and taking over her case while being shut out was becoming reality.
She already knew who was behind this; she just needed a little more proof. If she told Gibbs she was afraid he would blow it – slow and steady wins the race. There had to be a way out of this house. She had to hope that DiNozzo was a heavy sleeper – maybe she could sneak out to get some stuff when he goes to bed.
“Ziva, any of your friends overseas owe you a favor?” Gibbs asked rather sharply as he entered the bullpen at the NCIS office.
“Yes, I have a few favors coming my way. What exactly do you need?” Ziva was intrigued – it was not very often that Gibbs called on her Mossad connections.
“I need to know if anyone has information on him…anything that will help this case.” With those words Gibbs handed her a piece of paper with a name on it.
Ziva read the name and appeared quite surprised, “are you sure about this?”
“Yeah Ziva, I am. My gut tells me this is going to hit very close to home.”
“Ok, I’m on it. I will let you know when I hear something.” Ziva picked up her cell phone and walked towards an empty conference room to begin making calls.
Gibbs sat back down at his desk and opened Jillian’s case files. She was thorough, he would give her that much. The answer was here – but exactly where he didn’t know yet.
“Boss, Abby and I found something!” Exclaimed McGee as he approached Gibbs’ desk. “Lieutenant Commander Harris had a file embedded within a file. I‘m not quite sure how she did this to be honest – the file has a heavy encryption and was password protected…we ran every type of software…”
“McGee!” Gibbs yelled as he interrupted Tim’s rambling. “Just tell me what you found.”
“Pictures boss – these pictures,” McGee said as he clicked the mouse to bring the images up on the plasma screen.
“Where were these taken?”
“From what we can tell, these are from the cargo loading area of the Vinson. The box being left has the same markings as the one that Petty Officer Hill was busted with. This appears to be his supplier dropping off the product.”
“Good work McGee,” Gibbs said as he patted Tim on the back. “She knows who is behind this. She has the information to close this case and she is toying with us.”
“It looks that way boss. Why would she be waiting to arrest him?”
“That is a good question McGee. How long has she had these pictures?”
“From the file stamp, it looks like she got them a week before her attack.”
“Gibbs, I have something!” Ziva declared as she walked back toward her desk. “The drugs Petty Office Hill was transporting came from Afghanistan originally. The drugs are being taken into Iraq by Afghan rebels and traded to US soldiers for cash and in some cases, artillery. The drugs are then flown out to the Navy ships during troop movements and supply runs.”
“How long has this been going on?” McGee questioned.
“For several years – the drugs get off-loaded here in the States. They get refined, packaged and distributed and the circle starts again. The couriers are selling the product to soldiers on their ships or selling them on the streets in Iraq. In some cases they are being sold to base personnel and people working in the Capitol.”
“Is anyone trying to break this up? For heavens sake, this information is out there but no one is doing anything?” Gibbs sounded exasperated over the information that was just provided to him. Gibbs grabbed his jacket and headed for the elevator; he was not happy and Jillian was about to see the North side of his temper.
Gibbs pulled his car into the driveway of the safe house – he spent the entire drive seething at the realization that Jillian knew what was going on and put herself in danger. She had the answers in her possession and yet she didn’t do anything about it. He took a deep breath before getting out of the car; he figured it would not be in the best interest of anyone involved to go in yelling and screaming.
As Gibbs walked to the front door it dawned on him that DiNozzo’s car wasn’t in the driveway. “So help him, if DiNozzo has taken her out of this house – this is not going to be pretty.” Gibbs thought to himself as he reached for the door handle. The door was locked; Gibbs inserted the key and tried to enter the house as quietly as possible.
The lights were off – the house was quiet. He heard the faint sound of snoring from one room; that had to be Tony. He walked to the door and peered in – sure enough, Tony was snuggled in and he was sound asleep. Gibbs walked over to the door for Jillian’s room and slowly turned the knob – the room was empty