14:55pm (2:55 pm)

The man in black stood patiently in the enclosed space of the old industrial elevator and listened as it slowly creaked on to the top. His free hand lay on top of the hand that held the handle to his long, black, and slightly heavy duffel bag. The look in his crystal light blue eyes were cold and void of any emotion,his lips sat in a straight line as he prepared for the job he was about to complete. He did not register the sounds of the gunshots being fired outside, probably from the shoot out currently occurring between his men and the MCRT agents below. He had a feeling that they were keeping the agents on their toes with the drone, giving him just enough time to set up and prepare the final part of his plan. Whether any of them were captured or killed in the process, was none of his concern and frankly he thought they were on their own. They had served their purpose and he had no use for them anymore. They would die as martyrs for the cause, at least his cause anyway. Everything was panning out better than he imagined and soon his mission would be complete.

As he reached the final stretch of his destination, he ran the fingers of his free hand through his short brown hair, brushing it forward to keep it uniformed and in place. He anxiously looks down at the duffel bag, before staring straight ahead once more. He had to clear his mind of any and all distractions that plagued him and would keep him from completing this assignment. He takes a deep breath and closes his mind wanders first to the two year old little girl who was the spitting image of her mother. She even had her mother's expressive chocolate brown only thing that she got from him was his nose. She was back in New York with his ex and he was sure that she would never see him again. If her mother had her way, he had no doubt that she had already branded him as the devil reincarnated now and even more so when all is said and done ex had ended things for good six months ago and at the time, he thought she was just being overdramatic. They would break up like this all the time and he was sure that they would make up once again, once the CIA operative cooled off. He was surprised and shocked to find her gun aimed at his head, as soon as he walked in the door, with her threatening to kill him if he ever came was the last time he saw his family and the last time he had any crazy aspirations for a normal life.

He thought about his father, who he held responsible for the man he is today and hated him for it. Brody felt like he had finally given his father what he's wanted for the last couple of years, a reason to disown him as a was sure his father knew that he became a rogue agent and sold Mossad and the US to the very terrorist agencies they have spent decades fighting against. And for the first time in his life, he didn't care. In his thirty-two years of life, he had been pushed into this role as being a double agent in Hamas for Mossad. His father had worked for them for years before becoming assistant director of Mossad and he expected his son to follow in his foot steps. He played his role as the dutiful son following his father's path for a while,but quickly grew bored of the very same organizations that he was supposed to be spying on for Mossad,compensated him much better for his information than his father did. For the last couple of years, their relationship had been strained at best. The last time he talked to him, he told the assistant director how much he despised and how he couldn't wait for the day that everyone saw him as the monster he truly was for what he did to his mother.

And then there was the person, whom he would always seemed to plague his thoughts. The mother of his child, the only woman that he had ever came close to loving. She loved him, at one time, in spite of his flaws and forgave him for his thoughtless and sometimes reckless was the woman he screwed over the moment he went through her things, the night he after he proposed six months ago, and found the classified documents for the drones that her agency had recovered at the time and sent to his contacts. He'll never forget the last time he saw her. The agent remembered the utter look of betrayal and devastation in her eyes as she presented him with evidence that he was betraying Mossad and the CIA by selling information to Hamas. If he was capable of feeling anything, he would have taken the service weapon she had pointed into his face as she told him to never come back and shot himself with it out of guilt. But because of who he was and how he was trained, he felt nothing at all. He figured that she expected him to feel something that would justify her giving him a second chance. But there was nothing there.

As he exhales out, his mind becomes clear and focuses in on one thing and one thing only, breaking Special Agent Quinn Fabray.

He had done his research on the elusive agent and was able to get a good read on her from the two encounters that he had shared with the woman. The last of said encounters involved a bullet being lodged into his arm, which Quinn excused as helping him out on his assignment. She had been at NCIS for about ten years and served as a Marine sharp shooter for her six year tenure with the core. At twenty-four, she was recruited to NCIS by the now retired special agent William Schuester. She had worked under him for five years before his retirement and Director Terri Schuester had given the young agent a team of her own.

Brody didn't find out much about agent Fabray's family, that he could use against had a mother,who died during her first year at NCIS and her father was living somewhere in a small town in Ohio called as far as he knew, they weren't close, something else the two had in common. Outside of her many disciplinary citations during her time at McKinley High School, nothing else was known about the agent other than that. At least nothing he could use for what he needed to from the brief exchanges he shared with the agent, he knew that she was smarter than she appeared. She was loyal to the ones she loved to a fault and would do anything to protect them. He knew that if anything ever happened to his team, she would stop at nothing to find him. For all intense and purposes, if he and Special Agent Fabray were not fighting on different sides, he would have extended an offer to her to work for him. She is a worthy advisory and her impressive skills would have been a fine asset to his unfortunately for her, his unfortunate competitive streak would not allow him to let her have the advantage over him in the little game they were playing with one another.

The dinging of the elevator broke Brody out of his thoughts as he finally arrived to his destination. He walks out of the elevator and enters a small room littered with stacks and stacks of boxes. The building itself once served as an office that was abandoned years ago. In front of the window stood a lone chair facing forward. Brody maneuvered through the clutter carefully before finally reaching the chair. He kneeled down beside it and opened the duffel bag, pulling out a tripod that was folded into itself. He takes the tripod out and sets it up at an angle out the window, one that pointed to the roof directly across from this building. The next thing that he takes out is a short, black rifle, a Brava fifty-one, and opens it up and loads it before setting it on the stand. He looks out of the scope to get it into the angle he needs it to be in. When he is satisfied with his work, he pulls the chair up to the window and crouches back down into position looking into the scope and waiting for his intended target.

He points the gun down below to the streets and he sees a tall, lanky blond haired man in a black cap with the white lettering NCIS stitched in the front. He had lips that were far too big for his face and he was staring hard at whatever he typing into his he did not know that Agent Fabray's only other sibling was a older sister who lived out in California, he would have assumed that the boy was her younger brother. Briefly recalling his research, he was able to figure out that it was Agent Samuel Evans, the computer specialist and new probationary agent. He had only been there for a few months and was apparently a transfer from NCIS' Norfolk office. Brody watched carefully as the boy ran away from the laptop and take shelter behind a black Acura from the raining barge of bullets. Agent Evan's features relaxed as he assumed that he was safe from what was occurring. But unfortunately for him, he was at a good, but not perfect angle for Brody to get a straight shot off. The bullet would go directly through the back of his head and exit clean through his forehead if all went to plan. So he puts a little pressure on the trigger, preparing to let it go.

But at the last moment, he decides against it. Killing Agent Evans would be too simple for Brody. He had a feeling Agent Fabray would not take his death as hard as she would take a more veteran member of her team. He was just a probationary agent after all and sometimes, things like this happen. And there was nothing more that they could have done for him. Or at least that is the way he thinks Agent Fabray would try to rationalize it. That was just not going to work for Brody. No, he wanted a death that would haunt Agent Fabray for the rest of her life. One that would stay with her wherever she went . One that she would not be able to just rationalize and get over. No, he wanted her to feel the kind of pain that he had been forced to feel his entire life by all the women in his life and his father that he had never been able to recover from. He wanted to send her over the edge, to be damaged and broken beyond repair, just like he was. As he pointed the gun toward the neighboring rooftop and saw Agent McKenzie go down, taking a bullet for Agent Fabray, he knew who his kill would be.

Three agents burst through the door with their semi automatic rifles pointed in the direction that they were facing. Agent Fabray's short, dirty blonde hair that reached just below her shoulder, flew all over into her face. Her rifle pointed straight ahead as she looked around the area. They had been surrounded and she knew that Brody's men could be hiding anywhere,so they had to stay on their toes.

She had told Santana to cover Sam while he figured out a way to deactivate the drone while she, Puck and Dani went to find Brody and the rest of his men. She had been waiting for the Mossad agent to screw up, so that she could personally escort the smug son of a bitch to Gitmo. For weeks, she had kept a close eye on him and which seemed to finally paid off. Before they got to the roof, she and her team had managed to take out three of his six cronies on their way to the rooftop, where she expected him to wasn't as concerned with catching Brody's men. Her main objective was to disarm the drone that Brody had set up and stop it from crashing into a naval ship that was set to for someone that enjoyed chaos as much as Brody seemed to, she was surprised that he wasn't here firing off a few rounds of his own.

As the Agents get onto the rooftop, they see a man in an orange vest with a black brief case, apparently controlling the drone's flight. Inside the briefcase there is a monitor with a clear view of the naval marina and the large ship that the drone was about to crash into. Quinn immediately shot and killed the pilot and watched as his body falls to the ground. She and Puck, whose unruly mohawk stuck to parts of his face from his sweat, held his gun in position, walked slowly up to the device.

"Clear" said Agent McKenzie, the tan light green eyed,,raven haired brunette,who was a couple of inches taller than her, was on agent Fabray's right side as she lowered her rifle.

Quinn looked at the monitor and noticed that the drone was still going.

"Evans! This thing is still flying!" she yells through the earpiece.

"Okay, one freq down, two to go." he tells her, even though she can barely hear him. Suddenly, she hears gunshots and rustling noises coming from Sam's frequency. She looks down and turns her head to see where they were coming from and sees nothing.

"Boss! One of them shot through my transmitter!" Sam says frantcially. She stands up and continues to look at the monitor as Puck turns to her.

"You know how to fly one these things?" he asks skeptically.

Quinn looks at him and takes a couple of steps back away from the monitor and aims her gun at the screen.

"No, but I know how to crash it." she replies, cryptically.

She fires off a couple of rounds into the device and watches the metal briefcase as it goes up in flames. She then walks up to the edge and looks down at Sam, who is still crouched down behind the car.

"Evans, you ok?" she asks. She looks down at him and sees that he has his gun pointed towards the ground.

"I got one terrorist in site. I don't know if I got him, but he stopped shooting." he says.

"Hold your position, we'll push." Quinn instructs him. She cocks her gun to find that she has run out of bullets. She turns to Agent McKenzie, knowing that she always carried a couple of extra rounds for herself.

"I'm out."

"Me too" Dani tells her as she cocks the rifle back into place.

Puck walks up to the senior Agent and hands her one of his last rounds. Quinn takes the magazine away from him and loads it into her own gun.

As Quinn is reloading her gun, the banged up silver door of the rooftop opens. A man appears with an automatic pistol aimed at Agent Fabray who was still looking down trying to reload her gun. Dani turns around and sees the shooter, who had the gun aimed at the senior agent and immediately leaps out from where she is standing.

"Shooter!" she screams as she leaps in the way of Agent Fabray, falling into the ground after being shot in her midsection.

Quinn turns around and looks up before firing at the intruder. Puck is couple of feet away, firing off his own rounds. They walk up to the door and fire into the cracks. A few minutes later, the man's body f tumbles out of the door and rolls to the ground. Agent Fabray puts her gun down and runs over

to where the fallen agent lay.

"Dani?" she says gently as kneels down and turns the girl over to remove her gear. Puck comes over and assists in removing her navy blue jacket NCIS jacket to get to her vest. Dani has her eyes closed as Quinn hastily rips off the pocket to the bullet-proof vest to find a gold fragment lodged inside. Agent Fabray looks up and sighs in relief and Agent Puckerman stares down at her, with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you ok?" he asks.

Dani begins to come to. Her eyes open slightly as she looks up at the two relieved agents.

"Ow. I just got shot at point blank range Puckerman, what do you think?" she says sarcastically.

"That you're not going to be going to Pilates class tomorrow?" he bites back with a smirk.

"Ow. Ugh." she says still on the ground not being able to move. Quinn knows that Dani's not going to let her hear the end of this. That she'll probably use this as even more leverage to get Quinn to baby her at home for the next week or so, without complaint from the senior agent. And after everything the team has been through today and in the last few weeks with this assignment, she would gladly indulge and do the bidding of her wife, if she asked.

Quinn and Puck offer Dani their arms and held onto her as she stood up in all her five foot eight glory. Agent McKenzie stumbles forward a bit as Quinn grip her arms in a grip to steady her.

"Protection detail is over." she tells Dani, with a ghost of a smile, knowing that the other agent would be happy about that.

Ever since the situation with Brody escalated, Quinn being as overprotective as she is,insisted that Dani have protection detail with her at all times when she couldn't knew that Brody had his eyes set on her since the hostage situation in the morgue a few months ago. Quinn never told her wife this, but she had been worried that Brody was going to use Dani to get to her Dani had been upset because she knew she could take care of herself and didn't need Quinn to treat her like she couldn't. It had been a source of tension in their household for the last few weeks, but in the end Dani conceded. She still wasn't happy about it, but if it meant Quinn getting a little piece of mind and not having anything else on weighing on her like this case had, then she was fine with it. Now that this was all over Quinn could not wait to get back into her workshop and work on her Lucille, the unfinished boat collecting dust in their basement.

Puck smiled at her and watched as she dusted herself off.

"You did a good job there, McKenzie." he told her proudly.

When she first started at NCIS, Puck gave her a rough time. He thought that Dani was way too prissy to be an field agent there. And her showing up in heels on her first field assignment did nothing to get rid of his doubts. Yeah, he and Dani had their fair share of barbs thrown back and forth at each other. And there was that awkward tension for a while,after he discovered that Dani had been dating the boss even though he had a thing for her. But in the end, there was no one on the squad, besides the boss of course, that he was prouder of being able to work alongside.

"For once, Puckerman is right. You did do a good job today Dani. I'm proud of you." she says softly but with conviction.

Nodding in agreement and allowed herself to smile for the first time in weeks, since Brody popped back into their lives. She spent most of her time worried about Dani, since she was the closest one out of all of them who had even gotten close enough to Brody and living to tell about it. In all honesty, the last few weeks, as they discovered Brody's threat, she had been angry with Dani for hesitating to kill him that. That she could have saved them all the trouble and just killed him when she had the chance in the morgue. She wanted to catch this guy so badly that she did not care that the CIA had specifically told NCIS to back off since he was working for them. Even though they didn't catch them and he was still a target on her radar, Quinn would enjoy their team's victory for now. Everyone was safe and going to be going home tonight, in their own beds for the first time in weeks. And that in itself was something to celebrate.

Dani looks at Quinn, with her big,bright eyes in playful shock, and smiles. In the seven years she had been working there at NCIS and the five years they had been together, not once did Quinn complement her while on the job. She may have told her at home once or twice, but never while they were working. Quinn didn't want the other agents to think that Dani was getting special treatment because of their is why when they first began seeing each other, they had a rule that their professional and personal lives would stay separate at all times. They figured it would keep them both safe and out of harm's way if no one but a select few knew the true nature of their relationship. Even the NCIS director Terri Schuester did not know they had been married for the last four years. Only the people on her team knew and they all promise not to say a word to anyone. She has a sneaky suspicion that Quinn had done something to ensure their silence, but she's pretty sure she does not want to know what that something was. She turns in Quinn's direction and laughs and replies sarcastically.

Meanwhile, Brody looks into the scope of the gun and sees his target Agent McKenzie stand up. The moment had finally arrived as he saw the brunette turn to Agent Fabray to say something. It was a shame he had to do this since he was quite fond of had worked on an undercover assignment together while she was still in CIA and he became smitten with the girl, in spite of his relationship with Rachel. But unlike any of the other girls he was able to woo, she had turned him down politely saying that she was married to her job and a relationship would only get in the way. He'd like to believe that maybe in another life, they would have been good together. That she would have made a good wife for him and given him the normal life he desperately craved to have. That she could have saved him from pushes those thoughts away as he pushes his finger on the trigger and lets go.

"Wow. I thought I'd die before I ever heard a compliment from-"

Before she can finish her sentence, a gunshot rings out into the air and blood splatters all over Agents Fabray and Puckerman as Dani's body suddenly falls to the ground. Quinn and Puck stand rooted in their spots in complete shock. After a few moments,Quinn hesitantly looks over at Puck who

is covered head to toe in her wife's blood. She sympathized with her colleague as she saw the brief look of horror etched on to his him broke her out of her daze and she began frantically looking all over the place desperate to see where the shot came from. She picks up her rifle and fires a couple of rounds into the area, hoping that she could nail the son of a bitch wherever he was hiding. She looks in the direction of the building directly across from the one they were on and for a moment she thought she saw movement in her peripheral vision. For the first time in her life, Quinn ignored her gut feeling and began shooting in the opposite direction that she could have sworn she heard the gunshot come from, hoping that at least one of those bullets would catch Brody Weston and put the bastard out for good. Even if she felt an easy death was more than he deserved.

"Sorry Danielle." Brody says ominously as he cocks the gun and aims it towards Agent Fabray.

For a brief moment, he contemplated ending it right there, kill two birds with one stone. Put poor Agent Fabray out of her figured by the time he was done playing with her head, she would wish for thought better of it though and decided to go for the computer aimed the rifle to the street below. He fires off a couple of rounds into Agent Evan's computer, watching the machine black out and burst into flames, destroying nearly all physical evidence of his involvement.

He springs out of the chair and opens up the duffel bag, stuffing the rifle back into it as quickly as possible. When he's got it secure in the bag, Brody stands up and takes off towards the

elevator. It would only be a matter of time before NCIS figured out that he was here and have the building surrounded. He also didn't want to stick around for the fall out of what he had done. He was not ready to face Quinn's rage just yet. There were still things that he needed to do to get inside of her head before he was ready to kill her. They would have their moment, soon.

As the elevator made it to the ground floor, he turned the corner of the office building and exited through the fire escape entrance. Once he was out of the building he stops in the abandoned alleyway and leans up against the brick wall of the building. He paused for a moment before a satisfied smirk made his way onto his lips. The job was complete and the warm, tingling feeling in his gut returned, the high was back. There was nothing like what he was feeling at this moment and there was no drug that could ever compensate for how good he felt after he killed someone. Not even the birth of his own daughter could replace how alive he felt right now and he doesn't think there ever will. It was the only time Brody had felt something good and he would savor it for now. The infallible Special Agent Quinn

Fabray was finally broken. And soon, she would be dead. He turns out into the sidewalk, whistling Sinatra's My way, putting one of his hands in his pants pocket and the other holding on to the black duffel bag. He would go back to his place and wait for Agent Fabray to make the next move.