Good Intelligence (21/?, NC-17, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda,Gibbs/Sharon)
Title: Good Intelligence
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson
Genre: f/f, m/f
Warning: people packed in a motor home like sardines
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which may well have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads.
Summary: The danger from Brenda's past may not have nearly the impact on her life as the old friend who shows up to protect her.
Word Count: 838
When they were all back in the motor home, Ziva tapped a knife against a glass to get their attention.
"My contacts," she said, "were able to supply me with immediate information on Rahim Zaid Ali Tamim. He's been dead for a while, so nothing much has changed. He was, as we suspected, a link in a smuggling operation moving Pakistani rubies to markets in the western world on behalf of a terrorist organization."
"With a link in the US Navy?" squawked Gibbs. "Give me a break!"
Brenda scooted up the bed to sit between Abby and Will, and the Director simply lay down along the back of the bed so that she, too, could see the Israeli girl's face.
"Why," asked Brenda, "if the rubies were real, was I told not to question Ali on the subject?"
"I can think of a number of reasons," said Jenny.
"It accounts for the rest of her history, as well," said the doctor.
"What do you mean?" asked Brenda.
"If someone within the US Intelligence community believed you had extracted too many answers, that your work was uncovering inconvenient secrets, you might well have been exposed to the exact influences your handlers found to be destabilizing."
"On purpose?" said Gabriel.
"Interrogators are valuable assets," the doctor said. "No one willingly parts with one, unless they can be convinced that there is a very good reason to do so."
"If they wanted to get rid of me," said Brenda, "all they had to do was fire me. I never did understand why they would bother...."
"Even outside their employ, my dear, you remained a security risk."
Sharon stirred against Fritz's shoulder.
"Why bother gaslighting her, then?" she asked. "Why not just arrange an accident?"
"At a guess," said Jenny, "there was division in the upper ranks about what to do. If not, I would never have been assigned to... protect her."
"That's it!" said Provenza. "I'm moving to Canada. Who's with me?"
"Why'd they stop?" asked Brenda.
"You took the liason job instead of leaving," Will said. "You worked for them, and did it well, and you never said a word about Ray... Zim... about this Ali character."
"They thought they had something over you," Jenny said.
"Why would they think that?" asked Brenda.
"Because I told them so." The motor home was so silent that Fritz could hear Joel purring from the upper cabinet where he'd taken refuge. "I told them that I told you that if you said a word, there would be repercussions."
"You told them you threatened me and I believed you?"
"Not you, Brenda. Someone they believed I would kill." She avoided Brenda's eyes and looked over her shoulder at Will Pope's bald head.
"But you never said...."
"I knew you wouldn't say anything," said Jenny. "I know you."
"But they might have...."
"I don't suppose this is still a possibility?" Fritz asked. "Could it be arranged?" Brenda turned and glared at him, then slid off the bed to land between Will and Sharon, dislodging the surprised Wumpus. The dog squirmed half his body into her lap and Brenda wrapped her arms around Will, her face full of fear and nausea.
"What?" he said. "You don't think I could handle her?"
"Keep thinking that, my friend," said Gibbs. Gales of mocking laughter came from the other NCIS people.
"You couldn't even handle me," said Brenda. Her own squad cheered and joined the laughter.
Fritz was just glad she wasn't picking on him. There was a time when he would really have cheered if someone put Will Pope out of his misery. Lately, however, Pope had been less a rival than... well, Fritz didn't have words for what he was, but if the NCIS people were after Will's blood as well as Sharon's, well, Fritz might have to force himself into their way.
Maybe. If Brenda didn't happen to be hugging Will at the time. Fritz smiled up at the Israeli girl.
"Is that all, Officer David?"
"Surveillance indicated that Rahim Zaid Ali Tamim met a western operative, a pale man."
"What do we know about this man?" asked Director Shepard.
"He disappeared into an American military installation on each occasion and was not seen again until he met Ali once more."
"And Mossad of course shared this information with US intelligence?"
"At that time?" said Ziva. "Unlikely. It was believed that the Americans were mounting a sting without our knowledge, and we wished to know why."
"What do you have on the guy, Ziva?" asked Gibbs.
"A photograph from the period, in my email." Ziva handed her phone and its battery to McGee.
"That'll help," said Will.
"Did you have anything on your end?" Gibbs asked Pope.
"Won't know until we get burn phones and I can call in."
"I saw a Dollar Doozie a couple of miles back," said Provenza. He started the engine.
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson
Genre: f/f, m/f
Warning: people packed in a motor home like sardines
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which may well have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads.
Summary: The danger from Brenda's past may not have nearly the impact on her life as the old friend who shows up to protect her.
Word Count: 838
When they were all back in the motor home, Ziva tapped a knife against a glass to get their attention.
"My contacts," she said, "were able to supply me with immediate information on Rahim Zaid Ali Tamim. He's been dead for a while, so nothing much has changed. He was, as we suspected, a link in a smuggling operation moving Pakistani rubies to markets in the western world on behalf of a terrorist organization."
"With a link in the US Navy?" squawked Gibbs. "Give me a break!"
Brenda scooted up the bed to sit between Abby and Will, and the Director simply lay down along the back of the bed so that she, too, could see the Israeli girl's face.
"Why," asked Brenda, "if the rubies were real, was I told not to question Ali on the subject?"
"I can think of a number of reasons," said Jenny.
"It accounts for the rest of her history, as well," said the doctor.
"What do you mean?" asked Brenda.
"If someone within the US Intelligence community believed you had extracted too many answers, that your work was uncovering inconvenient secrets, you might well have been exposed to the exact influences your handlers found to be destabilizing."
"On purpose?" said Gabriel.
"Interrogators are valuable assets," the doctor said. "No one willingly parts with one, unless they can be convinced that there is a very good reason to do so."
"If they wanted to get rid of me," said Brenda, "all they had to do was fire me. I never did understand why they would bother...."
"Even outside their employ, my dear, you remained a security risk."
Sharon stirred against Fritz's shoulder.
"Why bother gaslighting her, then?" she asked. "Why not just arrange an accident?"
"At a guess," said Jenny, "there was division in the upper ranks about what to do. If not, I would never have been assigned to... protect her."
"That's it!" said Provenza. "I'm moving to Canada. Who's with me?"
"Why'd they stop?" asked Brenda.
"You took the liason job instead of leaving," Will said. "You worked for them, and did it well, and you never said a word about Ray... Zim... about this Ali character."
"They thought they had something over you," Jenny said.
"Why would they think that?" asked Brenda.
"Because I told them so." The motor home was so silent that Fritz could hear Joel purring from the upper cabinet where he'd taken refuge. "I told them that I told you that if you said a word, there would be repercussions."
"You told them you threatened me and I believed you?"
"Not you, Brenda. Someone they believed I would kill." She avoided Brenda's eyes and looked over her shoulder at Will Pope's bald head.
"But you never said...."
"I knew you wouldn't say anything," said Jenny. "I know you."
"But they might have...."
"I don't suppose this is still a possibility?" Fritz asked. "Could it be arranged?" Brenda turned and glared at him, then slid off the bed to land between Will and Sharon, dislodging the surprised Wumpus. The dog squirmed half his body into her lap and Brenda wrapped her arms around Will, her face full of fear and nausea.
"What?" he said. "You don't think I could handle her?"
"Keep thinking that, my friend," said Gibbs. Gales of mocking laughter came from the other NCIS people.
"You couldn't even handle me," said Brenda. Her own squad cheered and joined the laughter.
Fritz was just glad she wasn't picking on him. There was a time when he would really have cheered if someone put Will Pope out of his misery. Lately, however, Pope had been less a rival than... well, Fritz didn't have words for what he was, but if the NCIS people were after Will's blood as well as Sharon's, well, Fritz might have to force himself into their way.
Maybe. If Brenda didn't happen to be hugging Will at the time. Fritz smiled up at the Israeli girl.
"Is that all, Officer David?"
"Surveillance indicated that Rahim Zaid Ali Tamim met a western operative, a pale man."
"What do we know about this man?" asked Director Shepard.
"He disappeared into an American military installation on each occasion and was not seen again until he met Ali once more."
"And Mossad of course shared this information with US intelligence?"
"At that time?" said Ziva. "Unlikely. It was believed that the Americans were mounting a sting without our knowledge, and we wished to know why."
"What do you have on the guy, Ziva?" asked Gibbs.
"A photograph from the period, in my email." Ziva handed her phone and its battery to McGee.
"That'll help," said Will.
"Did you have anything on your end?" Gibbs asked Pope.
"Won't know until we get burn phones and I can call in."
"I saw a Dollar Doozie a couple of miles back," said Provenza. He started the engine.