Gibbs was led into an interrogation room by a CIA agent. Callen was already there waiting. Both his hands were cuffed to the sides of the chair and it looked like his face had been rearranged quite a bit. Gibbs wasn't all that surprised by the fact. Nobody liked terrorists, and if there was even a single agent inside the building that believed Callen was guilty, they would take it out on him.

Callen waiting until the agent left before speaking. "You've gotta be kidding me. Out of everyone on the planet, I get you?"

"It's good to see you too, Callen," Gibbs said as he sat in the chair across from him. "You alright?"

"Oh, I'm just peachy. I've been arrested, beaten up, and treated like a traitor by people I used to consider friends. I don't even know what's going on with my team. I mean, is it just me or are they all locked in cells too?" Callen asked. Honestly that was what he was most worried about. He was worried for his friends more than himself.

"No, they're not," Gibbs assured him.

Callen breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that's something anyway."

"You know what you're being charged with, Callen?" Gibbs asked.

"Yeah, I know. Kort took great pleasure in telling me. Apparently when I'm protecting the country from possible terrorist attacks, I'm helping to create them," Callen said bitterly. It was absolutely ridiculous. Out of all the things in the world he could be accused of, this was the least likely.

"Nobody who knows you thinks you did this," Gibbs said.

"Doesn't really matter, does it? I'm screwed," Callen said.

"Don't give up hope," Gibbs said.

Callen stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "I have been charged with terrorism. That means they can do whatever the hell they want to me and nobody can stop them. I don't even have the rights offered me by the Constitution. What hope did you see?"

"You're a good guy, Callen. Better than me. You're the type to fight for the people you care about and put them before yourself. People know they can count on you. That sparks a sense of loyalty that never goes away," Gibbs said. It was the best way he knew of telling Callen that he had someone fighting for him without dropping any big hints to the CIA. Sure, they could infer that someone from Callen's team might be trying to save him, but they couldn't prove anything.

Callen could tell immediately that Gibbs was trying to tell him something, but couldn't say the words. He'd known him long enough to know when he was doing that. He also had a good idea of what he was trying to say. He was trying to say that the people loyal to him had his back. The problem was he wasn't sure there was anything they could do for him. What could anyone possibly do to help him now?

"I'm one of those people, Callen? We were friends once. I know you don't consider me a friend anymore, but I consider you one. Now there's not much I can do with you given your current situation except for give you my loyalty and be a friend.

It was times like this that Callen remembered why he became friends with Gibbs in the first place. Gibbs had always been a loyal friend to those he considered worthy. It was just that he had a very narrow minded view of what made someone worthy, and if the person wasn't worthy in his eyes, they were nothing. And Callen couldn't justify being friends with someone like that. But right now he needed all the friends he could get. "Thank you."

Just then the agent that escorted Gibbs earlier came back in. "Time's up."

Gibbs stood up. "Remember what I said, Callen. Don't give up."

Callen nodded and then watched as Gibbs was escorted out.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Tim sat at a small table just outside a coffee shop with Ducky. "Thanks for meeting me, Ducky.

"Of course, lad. Not that I'm not happy to see you, but I get the feeling you have ulterior motives for wanting to have coffee," Ducky said.

"What makes you say that?" Tim asked coyly.

"Call it a gut instinct. It seems that Jethro has rubbed off on me over the years," Ducky said.

Tim chuckled. "Okay, yes, there is another reason I asked you here. And that reason just showed up."

Ducky followed Tim's gaze to just behind him where Trent Kort. "Mr. Kort? Is he following you?"

"No. I'm following him. Well, sort of. I have it on good authority that he comes here every day at around this time, so I decided to be here when he got here," Tim said before taking out his phone. He quickly gave Abby the go ahead via text message and then turned his attention back to Ducky.

"Why would you do that?" Ducky wondered.

Before Tim could answer, he noticed Kort coming his way with a smug look on his face. "Oh, hello, Mr. Kort. Fancy meeting you here," Tim said.

"What are you doing here, McGee? Besides breaking a court order?" Kort asked.

Tim frowned in mock confusion. "I'm breaking a court order? I don't remember any court order saying I can't have coffee."

Kort chuckled haughtly. "Cute. How stupid do you think I am? You expect me to believe you just happened to show up at the coffee shop I stop by every day?"

Tim ignored the question. "You know it's a bad idea to frequent the same coffee shop every day. That just makes it easier for your enemies to get to you. And a guy like has got to have a lot of enemies."

"I'll keep that in mind," Kort said sarcastically. "And now I'll remind you that it's a bad idea for you to involve yourself in this investigation."

"What investigation? Oh, you must be talking about you and your buddies railroading my boss. Now why would I involve myself in that? That could cost me my job," Tim said.

"Make no mistake that it will. You even try to circumvent my case and I will destroy you. Not like you can do much anyway. All you are is a glorified computer geek. Even Gibbs realized that," Kort said with a smirk.

Tim smiled inwardly. This was exactly what he wanted. Kort was underestimating him, just like many before him had done. It would cost him dearly. "Then I guess you have nothing to worry about."

Just then Kort's phone rang. He continued to stare at Tim for a minute before picking it up. "Kort. What?! Well, stop them, dammit!"

Tim smiled, knowing full well that Kort had just found out about a certain cyber-attack on the CIA's mainframe.

"Shut this person down! Do what you have to! I'm on way in," Kort said before hanging up and rushing off.

Ducky looked at Tim in astonishment. "What was that about?"

"You just helped provide me with an alibi," Tim said. That was his plan all along. Well, that and messing with Kort. He knew that once they found out about the hacking Abby was doing, he would be the one of the first people implicated. But now he had proof positive that he was nowhere near a computer at the time. Even if Kort lied, he couldn't get away with it because Ducky was a witness.

"An alibi for what?" Ducky asked.

Tim quickly explained the situation to Ducky, including that he'd asked Gibbs, Abby, and Ziva for help.

"So this little display was to make sure you weren't implicated in the hacking, even though you are responsible?" Ducky asked.

"That was part of it. I didn't want to have to use you like that, Ducky, but I needed a solid alibi. If it had just been me and Kort, he could've lied about seeing me here today," Tim said.

"What was the other part? You said the alibi was part of the reason for all this," Ducky said.

"Oh, I wanted to mess with Kort's head," Tim said matter-of-factly. "Kort's an arrogant son of a bitch. He thinks he has us all right where he wants us. He's soon going to find out what a mistake that line of thinking is.

"Are you sure that's wise? True, he won't be able to prove it, but I'm certain he will figure out that you are responsible for what transpired," Ducky said.

"True, but there's not much he can do about it, is there? He can't prove a damn thing," Tim said.

"What are you planning here, Timothy? Something tells me it goes beyond freeing Agent Callen," Ducky said.

"Oh, it does. Freeing Callen is part one, and the most important part, but it's not the only one. These sons of bitches have messed with the wrong people. They targeted an honorable NCIS agent. They called him a traitor. They don't get to do that and walk away," Tim said firmly.

"Are you talking about taking the CIA in its entirety?" Ducky asked in shock.

"No. I'm not that stupid. No, I'll settle for just those responsible for what's happening to Callen right now. And I'm going to start with Kort," Tim said. That smug bastard was done. He didn't care what it cost him or what he had to do. He was going to end Kort once and for all.