Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stared around the squad room, taking in the figures of his team as they worked, or pretended to in the case of DiNozzo. McGee was typing away hurriedly at his computer, an intense look on the tech's face which meant he had either found a lead or the young agent was constipated. Gibbs wasn't sure which and couldn't really care less. Things had been rather slow for the last few days, no new cases and plenty of time to catch up on paperwork. Or in the case of DiNozzo plenty of time to waste blabbering on about films that no one on the team had ever heard of and quoting characters that no one gave a damn about. Ziva was finishing off the last of a stack of papers and Gibbs nodded in her direction in approval.

He stood from his desk having finished his own paperwork quite a while ago and made his way towards the elavator, making sure to pass by Tony's desk to deliver a deserved headslap on his way by. DiNozzo looked over his shoulder, called after him a quick "Sorry Boss" before turning back to his desk. Gibbs ignored him and continued on his way to the lift. He'd been up here for the last.....he checked his watch, it was half past one in the afternoon.....five and a half hours and he needed a decent cup of coffee.

Gibbs stepped into the elavator and pushed the button for the ground floor, choosing not to aknowledge the slightly uncomfortable looks he was receiving from the two junior agents that shared the small chamber. Was it really his fault that they were so intimidated? Even if it was he paid the fact no mind. They'd need to man up if they wanted a serious career in NCIS.

The elavator reached the ground floor and Gibbs stepped from it silently, heading towards the exit. A few agents nodded to him as they passed and he greeted their friendly atempts with a curt nod as he passed through the doors and turned right. There was a decent coffee place just around the block and he could be there in about five minutes, grab his coffee, drink it and get back within half an hour at most. The day was relatively sunny with some grey clouds hovering menacingly in the distance. It looked like it might rain later but they were still a ways away so Gibbs paid them no heed. He would be back at hedquarters before they were overhead so he'd be fine.

name; Alexander Vladimir Nickname: Sasha
age: 24
info:
Alexander is a Russian, but has moved to America for a fresh start at life. He's snobby and hates some americans, thinking them to be stupid and inferior.

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Alexander stood at the coffee shop, completely worn out. He hadn't been living here very long, and wasn't used to the noise or the lack of sleep he'd been experiencing. It seemed that Americans ran more on coffee than anything. He was working here at one of the coffee shops, and normally spent at least a forth of his paycheck here each week, trying to stay awake on his job. His boss would always say that is was bad for their store's reputation if the workers themselves were sleepy. It was a coffee shop after all. He was starting to miss home in that way. For Americans it was coffee. For Russians, well it was a nice glass of vodka. Most people he knew in his contry had been drinking so long that they wouldn't get drunk until after a few bottles of even the strongest of vodka. It was crazy. He took a sip of a latte, hoping it would help. Caffine wasn't as food as Alchol to him.

Alxander saw him walk in. The man that always made him stand up straight and act lively when he came in. He wasn't sure what the guys name was. He just knew he came here very often and he was attractive for some reason. Alex just couldn't figure it out. He grinned when he saw that the cashier wasn't there to help the man. "Jason. Got someone to take their order." He yelled back to the cashier who was in the middle of making a frozen frappe. "Can you do it Sasha? I'm kind of busy." He turned to the silver haired man and smiled. The guy just looked like a complete badass and it made Alex's heart skip around in his chest. "Hello sir. May I help you?" He asked, his strong Russian accent was seeping through his attempt to sound like an American. He knew this man was military. He had to be with that hair and his way of moving about. He seemed so confident, strong. Sasha knew he was silly for his little man crush, but he just admired him so much, in a role model sort of way he told himself.

Gibbs reached the coffee shop in less time than he'd predicted. He glanced at his watch a final time, doing a final time check, before he entered the crowded coffee chop. This place was good and the people in this neibourhood knew it. The place was always buzzing with people trying to get their daily, or in most cases hourly, cafeine fix. He approached the ordering station and eyed the man that came to take his order. Relatively young, seemed athletic and when he opened his mouth Gibbs easily detected the strong Russian accent. He seemed to speak English well though, indicating that he was either a quick study or he'd been here a while. Well the Russian heritage explained the name he'd heard being called out. Sasha was not a comon name for a guy in America. The guy probably got a lot of hassle for it but he didn't look like the type to take it quietly.

"Make it strong and make it black," Gibbs said shortly, glancing around the coffee shop one more time as he placed his order, years of marine training forcing him to make sure the perimiter was clear, to check all the entrances and exits in the place. It was a defense mechanism and one that he employed regularly. At this hour of the day there weren't many kids in the place but there were a few students on their lunch break and some mothers with buggies holding babies that were either sleeping or making a fuss. He idly wondered how often the staff in this place had to take an asprin to stop themselves from getting a headache with all the noise.

Jasper was smiling just a bit to brightly. "Ok. Strong and black. I can handle that." He went back to make the coffee, and was ready to hand it to Gibbs when a woman walked by and grabbed it. She tested it and then glared harshly at Jasper who cringed. The lady wa his boss. She was real scary, even to a Russian who thought he was better than everyone. "I told you that strong does NOT mean with vodka!" Jasper looked humiliated. "I am sorry...but what does strong mean then?" He asked. "And vhy do you have vodka if you don't vant me to put it in ze drinks?" She facepalmed. "Unless the customer asks for vodka, don't use it." She got a regular black coffee and handed it to Gibbs. "I'm so sorry. Have this one on us." She handed him another thing for free coffee. "And do come again please. My new employee isn't from around here, and he's rather an idiot. I just keep him around because he's pretty. Sasha was glaring at her, but stopped when she looked back at him. He was rather pissed that she'd made a fool of him when he been trying to make a good impression. He turned back to his work, ignoring everyone for the rest of his shift.

After hours, Sasha was worn out completely. He was so afraid that he was going to get fired soon. He's messed up eight drinks today. His english was just not perfect yet, and some things he would mistake for other things when asked to do them..He locked up the shop and started to walk home, though it was dark. He didn't have a car or bike or anything, just his two legs. He was passing by an alley when he heard a sound. Beig as nosy as he was, he decided to investigate. He saw a woman laying on the ground, bleeding out all over the place. "Ohhh...shit..." He knew he was screwed. He didn't even know how to contact medical help or police in this country. He didn't want to be a suspect. Maybe he could save her? He tried, but only managed to get her blood all over him and then she died. He panicked and just sat there, shivering. It then started to rain all over him, making the situation about ten times worse. He'd come here to start fresh, but it appeared he'd ended up in trouble. He didn't know what to do.

Gibbs couldn't help the eyebrow that rose as the coffee was whipped from the young server's hand and then pronounced not good enough. The kid seemed to be taking quite a verbal beating from it. He looked at the coffee again, idly wondering what it would taste like with vodka added to the drink. He was pulled from his thoughts as the woman, presumably the boss, handed him a fresh cup of coffee and an offer of a freeby for the hassle. Gibbs took the cup, paid for it and turned to leave, casting a last glance at the foreigner as he went. He looked wrecked, almost dead on his feet. The irony of the other male working in a coffee shop of all places did not escape Gibbs.

It was later that day that Gibbs was back at the NCIS headquarters, about ready to call it a day when a call came from the phone on his desk. He picked it up, barked his name into the thing and waited for a response. He nodded his head before smalling the receiver down and quickly gathering the team. "We've got a case," he said. "Let's move out. DiNozzo, you're with McGee. Ziva, you're with me. Ducky and Palmer'll meet us there." The agents quickly scrambled to do what they were told and Gibbs allowed a slightly proud smile to appear on his face for an instant before fanishing it again behind his barriers. This was his team and these agents were like his kids. Speaking of.....Gibbs delivered a sharp slap to the back of Tony's head and the agent looked up at him with taht look that made him look like a kicked puppy. "Move it, DiNozzo," He barked. "Yes Boss!" Tony hurriedly followed the other agents to the lift, Ziva and McGee trying in vain to hide their amusement that Tony had received two slaps so far and the case hadn't actually started yet.

Gibbs ignored their mirth and guided his team to the cars before climbing into the driver's seat and quickly turning the thing on. Ziva slid into the seat next to him and they were off. It wasn't far, only a few blocks away. As they pulled up Gibbs's eyebrows shot up as he recognised the young Russian from the coffee shop earlier that day. He was covered in blood and nearby there was a woman, clearly dead judging by the sheer volume of red on the ground. He frowned, taking note of the rain, before gesturing for his agents to follow. He could already tell this case was going to be a pain in the ass. "What've we got?" he asked a uniformed police officer who had clearly arrived first. "Dead female," the officer immediately replied, recognising Gibbs as his superior. "Found her like that with that one," he indicated towards the Russian. "Nearby, covered in blood." Gibbs nodded before gesturing ato DiNozzo to start taking pictures while Ducky went to examine the body.

Sasha felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. He was screwed royally and he knew it the instant the black car pulled up that held the man he'd seen earlier. Now he was even more embarresed. He wondered how hard it would be to ask for the man's number after becoming his top suspect in a murder case. He ran his hands through his hair nervously, freaking out when the blood from his hands covered his forehead. His eyes were all wide and glassy and the officer who was watching him laughed. "Stupid immigrant. The damned Russians love them some trouble don't they. Come on boy. Answer me. Why'd you kill her?" All knowledge of the English left Alex's brain as panic set in. "Um..little English..." He tried to explain and the officer scoffed. "Idiot comes to our country and doesn't bother with the lauguage." He seemed disgusted and Ziva, being an immigrant herself glared. "That is ok. I can speak Russian. I went to college." She snapped, making the man glare at her. "Whatcha trying I say doll face." She looked ready to hit him. "That you're a fool." She snapped and took Sasha's hand leading him to the car and sitting him down. She needed him calm. "скажи мне, что случилось.." she began, asking for his side. "Я шел с работы домой, и я увидел ее. она еще не умер, но она была кровотечение много. Я не знаю, что делать, поэтому я попытался ее спасти. Я не знаю, как связаться с властями вашей страны." He answered. Ziva nodded her understanding and went to tell Gibbs.

"Gibbs." She said, pulling him aside. "That boy, he's Russian. He says he found that woman Here when he was coming home from work. He didn't know how to contact any help, so he tried to save her. I'm not sure of he's telling the truth, but if he is he must be shaken by an event like that." Tony had finished his picture taking and walked up grinning. "Come on Ziva. He's a Russian. He probably sees stuff like this all the time." That made Ziva scowl. "Just because he's not from here doesn't mean he's some sort of feeling less monster!" She snapped, getting looks from most of the people there. She cleared her throat and looked at Gibbs. "We should take him back for questioning, Yes?" She went to sit in the car, watching Sasha as he stared at the scene.

The frown on Gibb's face deepened as Ziva and Tony discussed the young suspect. His eyes darted to the officer that had been watching the young Russian and he fought back a sneer at the aman. He'd heard some of the comments coming out of the other's mouth and the urge to pull rank was growing stronger as DiNozzo continued. He glanced from teh ead body, now in Ducky's tender, loving care, to the young suspect now in the car with Ziva. He resisted calling the officer out on his behaviour adn settled for instead slapping Tony accross the back of the head and glaring at him when he made a protesting sound and was clearly about to ask exactly why he'd been slapped. Gibbs glared his senior field agent into submission before gesturing to the other car, the car that did not contain Ziva and the suspect. DiNozzo got the hint and wisely moved away.

"We got anything, McGee?" he asked the junior agent as he looked over the tech's shoulder at the data pad thing he was carrying. "We've got some prints bos, from her I mean. She's been identified as Petty Officer Annabel Lamperouge, been in the navy for about five years now sir according to her file and a spotless record of service." Gibbs looked at the photo in the machine McGee carried to the dead woman now covered in a white sheet, ready for transport to the morgue by Ducky and Palmer. The Scottish man was currently talking to Palmer, doubtlessly regailing the younger with some farfetched tale from his youth.

"Bag and tag whatever's left and then head back tot he car. We're leaving in five minutes." "Yes bos!" McGee quickly did as told and in exactly four minutes and fifty nine seconds the two NCIS SUVs were on their way back to headquarters where the young Russian would be questioned. Gibbs, McGee and DiNozzo were in the lead car while Ziva took care of their suspect in the other. Normally two agents would be asigned but Gibbs was more than sure that Ziva could handle the other herself. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw her behind him, concentrating on the road as they drew closer to NCIS headquarters.

Sasha watched as the crime scene was carefully observed. "I am sorry for acting a bit...panicky." He apologized to Ziva who was driving him to NCIS headquarters. she seemed shocked. "You...speak English...?" She asked and he nodded very slowly. "Yeah...I forget if I get really nervous." She seemed to understand. "You'd best not forget in interrogation. Gibbs will not be as kind as I am. I just...understand you." He was confused. "You do? How?" She laughed. "I'm not from around here either." He leaned forward. "Where are you from?" He asked. "Now, now, this is not about me or my past. I don't need to tell you anything about me." "Well, how about your boss. Well, I guess he's your boss yes? Vhat do you think it Vhould take to get his number?" Ziva's eyes went all wide. "W-What...?! Why would you ask that?!" She couldn't believe his nerve. "You're crazy. You're in a ton of trouble, and you just ask for an agents number!?" He shrugged. "He comes by my work a ton. I try to impress him, but my boss ruins it." She looked at him in the mirror. "You're crazy." it was silent for the rest of the ride.

Ziva escorted Sasha to the room, sitting him in and making him sit still. She locked the door after she left and went to Gibbs. "He's in interrogation room one." She said, then paused. "We have a problem. I think I should talk to him." She didn't want to explain, but she didn't want Gibbs to be mad when Sasha flirted with him. That boy didn't understand that he was in so much trouble. He was more worried about hitting on her boss.

Abny was busy running DNA from the crime scene. She'd heard from Ziva about the suspect and really wanted to prove him innocent. She also heard about his flirtatious attitude on the subject of Gibbs. She laughed, finding that to be simply adorable. Meyer had she known a man who had the balls to try and flirt with her boss. This kid must have had some gall.

Gibbs stared at Ziva impassively as she reported the suspect and asked to question him herself. His only reaction was a raised eyebrow. If she hadn't been Mossad before working for NCIS Gibbs was sure that she would be figiting something awful. He raised an eyebrow in question but she refused to elaborate. He wished he's sent McGee with her now. He could've told him what exactly was wrong with Ziva.

"You can have first crack at him," he said. "But after that I'm in." Ziva nodded quickly, understanding. She hoped she'd be able to get either a confession or an explanation for his presense at the crime scene before Gibbs had a chance to interupt. Otherwise.....things could get very interesting at NCIS. She wondered what Abby's reaction to teh situation was. She had, of course, informed the other female agent of what was happening the moment she had a spare second but it had been through a text message and so she had not heard what Abby's reaction was and she hadn't checked to see if there was a replying message. It didn't matter at the moment. All taht mattered was that she had bought herself some time before Gibbs talked to the Russian.

Gibbs watched, bemused as Ziva hurried off to the interrogation room. What exactly had her so spooked? He glanced at DiNozzo and McGee both they both seemed as bewildered over the Israeli's behaviour as he was. He strode after Ziva and headed for the observation room linked to the interrogation room that the young Russian was currently held in. He'd given Ziva the file but had not had time to look at it himself so was still unsure of the other's name. He turned on the speakers and watched through the window/mirror as the two began to talk.

The Russian had waited for a while, but he was asleep by the time Ziva came to the room. "Alexander." She called, but he didn't wake. "Alexander..?" Still no response. She freaked, thinking him to be dead. She ran over to him and touched him, making him jump. "WAA?!" He screeched, then stared at her. "Oh it's you." She frowned. "Wake up." He stretched. "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." He said, frowning. "I dot get much sleep in states, Da? Neighbors are loud." She glared at him. "How can you sleep?! You're in serious trouble." A sweet smile came from Sasha. "You arent going to hurt me, so I am not afraid." She couldn't believe him. "He's watching isn't he?!" Excitement lit up his face. "Hello Gibbs!" He yelled, waving at him. He then say down and crossed his legs. "Ok. Let's get this over with. I was coming home from work, I did not kill her, I tried to save her. The problem is, I do not have an alibi, or a witness. I am an immigrant, and am mostly broke, so I have no lawyer." She just stared, knowing he had no chance. "It's ok though. Death penalty is humaine in united states." Ziva couldn't believe he had smiled all while saying that. "And if you go to prison?" She asked. "Then I hope not to drop the soap, da?"

Tony, Tim, and Abby all crowded around the room so they could see into the room. "He's crazy." Tony determined. Abby laughed. "I think he's cute." Tim wasn't speaking at all. "So, basically he's doomed." Was all Tim said eventually. Abby shook her head. "Not if I prove he's innocent." She stated. She still believed he could be helped. "He should've stayed in Russia. He's got bad luck here." Tony said.

Gibbs said nothing as he stared into the interview room where Ziva was questioning their suspect. He had to admit that his impressions of the other male were...mixed. He heard the comments about the young man possibly being crazy and couldn't help but agree with them in part. Then again the other had grown up in a different culture. Russia was more...brutal than the united states so, presumably, anything they did to him was nothing compared to some of the punishments in Russia. Abby seemed to like him for some unfathomable reason and he glanced at her sideways out of the corner of his eye, debating on whether to ask her about it or not before finally shaking his head. He'd deal with his goth scientist later.

Gibbs exited the observation room and headed down the corridor until he was standing outside the room where Alexander and Ziva were currently talking. He rapped three times on the door, signaling that he was coming in before pushing the door open and stepping into the dark chamber. Ziva immediately jumped to her feet, looking between Gibbs and the Russian with slight worry in her dark eyes. This could only end badly, she was sure of it.

"Go get some background work done on our Petty Officer," he ordered her. She made to protest but Gibbs waved her off "Now, Dav'id." She nodded reluctantly, cast a warning glare in the Russian's direction that did not go unnoticed by Gibbs before stalking from the room. Gibbs's eyes flickered to the wall where he knew his team was watching and told them without saying or doing anything that they had better scram and get their own work done. He took the seat oposite the Russian and made himself comfortable but didn't say anything, just stared at the foreigner, waiting for him to make the next move in this little game.

Clear boredom was all over Sasha's face as Ziva kept talking. "You talk to much." He complained. As soon as Gibbs walked in, Alexander's eyes lit up and he seemed excited. "Hi Jethro!" He exclaimed, seemed way to happy. "He stared across the table at the older man who seemed to be planning on being silent. "Soo..." He started. "You planning on being quiet forever? I already told what I was doing there. There's nothing else to it." He leaned his head on his hand. "I'm bored. Aren't you going to stray threatening or ripping off my fingernails or something?" He didn't understand what was going on. He thought interrogation was supposed to be more painful. "If you're going to torture me, just don't take my dignity, alright?"

Sasha still couldn't understand the silence. "Meh, you're really quiet. I expected zat though." He hadn't really stopped talking. "And about coffee earlier, sorry. I'm sure that pissed you off. I didn't mean to make it wrong, but I'm new around zis place and I make some mistakes now and then." He was staring intently, kind of creepy.

Ziva felt sick. That kid could be god knows what and she wasn't there to stop him. Gibbs was not someone that Alexander needed to toy with. She was sure he'd already said or done something idiotic. She worked, but still had a nervous look. Tony and Tim were watching her, confused. "Ziva..you ok?" McGee asked and she snapped. "I am fine!" She demanded.

Gibbs let the other talk, waiting until the other seemed to finish before standing and walking around behind him. This kid didn't know exactly how much trouble he was in but at the same time he expected the worst. It was a strange paralel. Not to mention the kid using his name like that. He was tempted to slap the other accross the back of the head but restrained himself. This was an official interrogation after all and he had to go through proper procedures. Once the kid was out of interrogation however.....

"This isn't Russia," he said simply into the other's ear, bending down slightly so taht he was directly behind the other as he spoke. "Now I want you to tell me calmly and without any joking around, do you swear that what you told Agent Da'vid is the truth?" This kid wans't able to lie. That was the impression Gibbs was getting. Well that and the kid really needed to stop saying the first thing that came into his head. He was worse than DiNozzo and he'd only known the Russian...what? a few hours? There abouts. He walked back around and sat back in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table and interlacing his fingers to rest his chin on top of.

As Gibbs walked behind him, Sasha's whole body went super rigid and his eyes got as wide as golf balls. He clearly expected something horrible as he held his breath. The lips next to his ear made his breath hitch and he shivered, a light pink tint hitting his cheeks. "O-Ok..." He stammered, completely surprised. He hadn't expected that at all. He made sure he looked completely serious. "I promise that all I told officer Dav'id was the truth. I...would never kill someone, much less an innocent women that I don't even know. I'm not heartless." His face fell, a bit of pain behind his eyes, though he hid his emotions well. "I'm not that kind of person at all agent Gibbs." He hoped this man would trust him. He really did like agent Gibbs, he liked him a lot to be exact.

Abby went hard to work, pulling finger prints, blood samples, any thing she could to prove Sasha's innocence. She was elated as she found something. The murder weapon that had been nearby had no trace of Sasha's DNA. Even better, the woman had DNA of some man under her fingernails, none of it matched Alexander's. That all pretty much let the Russian off the hook. She ran and busted into the interrogation room, grabbing Sasha and hugging him, making him yelp and beg for mercy. "Ahh! Get off of me!! Crazy lady! You're a crazy lady!! Personal space! I need my personal space!!!" She was nuzzling him and playing with his hair and...being creepy. She eventually got off. "Gibbs! There's no way Sasha did it! I don't know who did, but it wasn't him!" She was estatic. "You should let him go, I'll explain!" Sasha frowned, that meant he'd only see Gibbs in the coffee shop from now on. He was glad to be cleared, but he also wanted to hang out with Gibbs more.

Ziva had started pacing around the bullpen, glaring at the office, deep on thought. "Don't hurt yourself." Tony said with a snicker. "Ziva, seriously." She finally caved. "Look, this is bad. That boy, he really likes Gibbs." Tony frowned "A lot of kids like Gibbs, so what, he's good with children. Ziva turned to him. "He's in his twenties. Not a child. And he doesn't like him that way, he wants...his number." Tony nearly choked. "Whoa! That kids lost his mind! He's a crazy bastard! You don't think he'll..." Ziva nodded. "He just dug his own grave then." Tony said, shaking his head. "I can't believe that. Then again, he kind of is to pretty to be a straight man." She cocked an eyebrow. "Since when did you think any man was pretty?" He rolls his eyes. "What? Is it homo for a man to say another looks nice? It's not like I want to date him." He grinned goofily. "That's Gibbs job." She facepalmed. "You're stupid of you think someone like Gibbs would even consider that boy. He's to young, and he's not a woman. Or a red head for that matter." They all debated about this, forgetting about their work.

When Abby bounded into the room Gibbs was torn between bemusement, irritation and a strange sense of.....something. The goth was treating the Russian like she'd known him all her life. The kid looked like he was about to pass out, either taht or he was going to hyperventilate, whichever came first.

"Calm down a bit there Abbs," he suggested mildly, hiding once more behind the calm tone which he knew usually calmed the goth girl down. It worked once again to his great relief (and he suspected the relief of the Russian) as she skipped over to him, telling him quickly of the evidence she'd found. "Run the DNA, see if it's in the system," he instructed, nodding at the door. It was a clear sign to any witnessing it. Gibbs was silently telling abby to Scram. She nodded, her black bunches bouncing against her head as she eagerly ran from the room but not before quickly running back to the Russian and whispering something Gibbs couldn't hear in his ear.

"If he doesn't give you his number ask Ziva or Tony to take you down to the basement to Abby's lab. I'll leave it lying around somewhere," she was excited but she kept her voice quiet so taht Gibbs wouldn't hear. "Good luck." With that the goth girl skipped from the room. Gibbs shook his head at her before gesturing to the open door. "Stay close by in case we need you for anything else over the next few days." he instructed the other before turning to leave himself.

Sasha waited for Abby to leave, a small grin forming as she said what she did. "So..if you want to know where I live, I'll write down my address. You might also need my phone number yes? And maybe you should give me your number just in case I remember something, you know a detail or something that could be important." He kept a straight face, though there was a strange, flirtatious glint in his eyes. "I won't bother you if you don't want me too though.." He said, half hoping that Gibbs wouldn't mind him bugging. He was fidgeting with his hands, jumpy and nervous.

Ziva was still nervous, pacing around and freaking out. She finally couldn't take it anymore and went back to the observation room, looking in to see what was going on. She could hear the conversation and had come just as Abby had left, hearing the way in which the kid asked for her bossess number. "He's a smart little bastard." She muttered, guessing that he would be allowed to go home soon.

Abby had quickly gone down to her lab, getting ready to run the fingerprints. Before that however, she jotted down Gibbs' number and put it in an envolope and wrote 'To Sasha' on it. If she wasnt in the lab when the kid came down (if he did) she still wants him to find the number. She was seriously intrigued by his obsession with her boss, her fatherly figure who was always do lonely and needed a partner who could worship the ground he walked on, even if said partner was a cute little Russian man.

Gibbs frowned at the other, considdering. There was a strange light in the others eyes and Gibbs suspected that the offer of his phone number 'just in case' hid an alterior motive. Finally he nodded his head, tore a scrap of paper from a blank page in a note bad and quickly wrote his number on it before tossing the pad to the kid so taht he could write down his own number and address. He doubted that the kid would remember anything useful judging by what he'd said so far but there was always the chance that something would come up and GIbbs didn't want to take any chances just in case all other leads went no where.

"Write then leave," he instructed, handing the Russian the pen. Not really paying that much attention when his hand brushed the Russian's.

Meanwhile Ziva was glaring at the Russian as she watched her boss and he exchange numbers. He was good, she had to give Sasha that but Gibbs didn't seem to have noticed the flirtiness to the other's demenour. Either that or he was hiding his reaction very well. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see DiNozzo walking in, his head tilted to the side in an "I want to know what you're doing" sort of way but she ignored him, turning her eyes back to the interrogation room. Once Sasha was finished she would grab Tony and leave before Gibbs caught them snooping.

Sasha was elated that he'd been allowed the other's number. He wrote down his own information and handed it to Gibbs. "Ok my friend, I will be going now." He stood, leaving just like he was told. He walked down to the elevator and then poked Abby. "Wanna give me a ride home? I don't have a car." She agreed, figuring Gibbs wouldn't care. They went down to the parking lot and she opened the passenger side for him, then got in to drive. She took him to a apartment building and then droppe him off before going back to work.

It was late now that Alexander was back at his little home. He unlocked the door to the cramped apartment. He decided to go to bed since he'd still have to go to work in the morning. The only problem was, he felt like he was being watched. He got up a few times and tried to find what might be in his home. "What the hell..." There didn't seem to be anyone. He figured he was just paranoid. After all, today had been a bit terrible with some woman dying in his arms and all.

The next morning, Sasha struggled to wake himself up. He showered and then got dressed. He looked in the mirror, seeing an incredibly tired face in front of him. There were dark circles under his eyes and he covered them with make up, knowing that kind of thing wasn't good for him at his job. He walked there and then went in, gasping as a person in a mask stood there. "H-Hey! You can't be in here!" He yelled. The girl laughed at him. "Hello Alexander." The lady had a heavy accent as well. She was clearly from Russia as well. "You don't reconigze me? I'm offended." She pulle out a gun and started to shoot, scaring him senseless. He hit the floor and winced, feeling something in his shoulder. The woman stood in front of him and remove her mask. Her dark black hair cascaded down her bak and green eyes stared at him. "Eliza..you bitch.." He groaned. She shot him again, this time in the leg. She heard footsteps and ran, leaving him there. "Damn her!!" he yelled.

Sasha knew no one would he here to help him for a while now. He was the one who came the earliest and got everything ready. He managed to drag himself to a table and sat up in a chair, calling Gibbs. He figured if anyone could help him, Gibbs could. He now understood who their killer was also. He'd have to explain this all to Gibbs.

After the young Russian left the building Gibbs left to go to autopsy to see if Ducky had found anything of relivance on the body. As he entered the sterile environment he caught the tale end of one of Ducky's spectacular tails. The Scottish gentleman was just summing things up when he approached teh autopsy table.

"Ah, Jethro!" Ducky exclaimed genially, turning as Gibbs stopped by the examination table. "Got anything for me, Duck?" Gibbs asked, as per the usual. "Indeed," Ducky replied, pulling back the sheet to expose the dead woman. "Miss Lamperouge died a very horrible death indeed. She was struck here-" he pointed to the bloody mess on her chest "-and here." the second wound was in her leg, clearly a move that had been meant to disable the young woman so that she would be easier to take down. Gibbs got the rest of the information from Ducky before leaving for the night, heading home and settling down on his sofa, not bothering to go upstairs to his bed. What was hte point when he could have a perfectly good sleep on the couch after all?

It eas early in the morning when Gibb's cell began to ring. He snapped awake, eyes immediately focusing in on the phone which lay in plain sight on the coffee table. He grasped it and held the screen up to his slightly blurred eyes, checking the number. It took him a moment to realise whose exactly it was. Why exactly would the Russian be phoning him this early in the morning. His frown deepened and he pressed the "accept" button before pressing the phone to his ear. "Gibbs," he barked in his usual authorative tone.

Alexander tried to keep the panic out of his voice, still trying to be attractive. "Hello agent Gibbs. I think you know who this is, Da? Well, I thought I would tell you that I have very important information for you. In fact, you cannot solve this case without me. There's a catch though my dear friend. You see, I have been shot and will probably die if someone doesn't get here soon. I'm alone, but I hear footsteps which scared off my attacker in the first place. If they get to me before you do, then you will have no information. You understand? Now, here's what I need you to do. I'm at the coffee shop that you always come to. The front door is locked, but the back should be open from where I came in this morning. I'll need medical supplies to treat my wounds and I'd love a hamburger while you're at it, because I'm starving...or a scone, maybe a muffin?" He was trying to seem like a brave hardness, wanting to impress. "Anyway, I'll hang up now and hope you come before I get shot again, because lets face it, getting hot sucks." He hung up the phone and listened to the sounds. Whoever it was, they were in the back. He figured it was a robber or something of that sort. He just hoped they didn't find him.

Back at Sasha's apartment, Eliza tore through all of the man's belongings, trying to find the one thing he had that she needed. This was her whole reason for even being here. The woman that she'd killed before had been a part of the Russian government, it was purely a coincidence that Sasha had been the one to stumble apon the body. She threw cloths from the closet and emptied every drawer she saw. She just couldn't find it. Where could it be!? Maybe the little bastard still had it on his person, after all, it was so small.

Sasha grinned, knowing that Eliza would never find it, it being a little microchip. He had it under his tongue, imbedded in the skin. This microchip held important secrets of his countries military. He'd thought no one would find him here, in America of all places. That was the reason he came here to start new. If was far away and normally people like Eliza had a tough time getting in. The microchip would've given her information to blow up a small country or half of a very large one. He wasn't sure why he was the one who was supposed to carry information like this. He was no more than a normal Russian kid, but they seemed to think he would do for this job. Now it was just time to hope Gibbs got here soon and if he was killed he hoped the chip was never found.

Gibbs hung up the phone after the other stopped talking. He glared at it for a moment before standing and heading to his room to grab a fresh set of clothes. Once he'd done that he made his way out of the house and to his car, unlocking it and climbing inside. The cocky little bastard was trying to act tough but Gibbs could hear that the other was in pain, not surprising if he'd actually been shot like he said. He was a bit sceptical but he couldn't take the chance that the Russian would die. If the other also had the information he was looking for then there was no way he could let the other die or they might not have a chance of closing this case. He didn't bother grabbing food. It made no matter at the moment. All that mattered was getting to the other and getting him some medical help before something more happened.

As he reached the coffee shop ne parked the car roughly before reaching into the back and pulling out the first aid kit. It was equipped with far more than the tardard so if anything needed to be done quickly it could be done before the other went to a hospital. Then again he might not want to in which case there were a few extra add ons taht he'd grabbed when he fot the first aid kit that would allow the wound to be taken care of here and now.

He was careful when he entered, creeping through the place on the look out for anything that could be a potential danger to either himself or the Russian. Finding nothing immeidate he crouched down by the other and set the kit down between them. He waited through, not speaking. The kid wanted to be in charge so Gibbs would let him think he was in chrage.

---------- Post added 07-20-2012 at 07:34 PM ----------

))Sorry it took me so long to reply to thsi RP. I meant to do it ages ago but RL was a pain in the ass...))

Sasha was trying so hard to hide the pain. It was a kind of pitiful attempt though, because it still showed behind his eyes. He was good at putting off physical pain, but being shot really sucked. He was glad he was alone at the moment, and he settled down allowing a few tears to escape so his eyes wouldn't be so watery. He heard someone approaching, and he wiped the tears away quickly. Gibbs was crouched down and Alexander glanced at him a second. "No food? Awww..fine, I guess I'll have to get some later." That was his way of saying 'hey, this hurts like hell, but I'm a tough guy.' He grabbed the kit from the floor and looked in it anxiously. "Dang. This is quite a large kit." He commented, looking at the ton of supplies in it. He got a pair of tweezers and then pulled out his own pocket knife. He took off his shirt, and cut the pants leg were his leg had been shot as well. The first thing he tended to was his shoulder. He took the knife and slit open the flesh around the wound, cutting down until he met metal. "There's ze little bastard." He muttered and pulled out the bullet with tweezers. That had been more pain than he'd expected, and a soft sobbing sound erupted from the back of his throat, though no tears followed. He wiped away all of the blood and grabbed bandages, wrapping it neatly. Next was his leg. After doing that to his own shoulder, he wasn't exactly too excited to do the same to his leg. He stated at it for a few seconds and then got to cutting, careful to avoid anything important such as muscles. He found the bullet and remove it, silently this time. He wrapped it as well.

"That wasn't so bad." He lied, grinning at Gibbs and handing him the kit. "Now I need to wash my knife. What a pity." He acted as if that were the least of his worries. "Hmm..I ruined my clothes too. Damn. I liked those khakis..." He was just talking to seem like a badass. Then he heard another voice. "My god!!!" It was his boss. She ran over and looked at him, staring at Gibbs as well. "Umm..sir..?" She didn't know Gibbs was an agent. "He's vith ze NCIS. Isn't that cool?" She glared at the Russian menacingly. "You. I knew you were caught up in a bad crowd. Look at my shop! How can I open today with blood all over the place?! First you add vodka to everything, then you mess up all kinds of drinks, and now this?! I'm sorry, I have to let you go. You're more trouble than you're worth." Sasha glared at her. "Fine. I don't care. You're a complete bitch to your employes and your scones suck." He smirked and then turned to Gibbs. "Anyway, I have information as I said, but I don't think this is a good place to talk."

---------- Post added 07-22-2012 at 11:12 AM ----------

((it's all good. My RL can be a bitch sometimes too :p))