The Protector

Setup.

Someone was trying to make it look like he did the crime. If I knew anything, it was that Elston was not a criminal, he can be anything, but a criminal.

"You know it's hardly surprising all of your tea tastes like paper, now is it?" Elston said.

'Did I mention he was a sarcastic bastard as well? Cause he is, a major one.'

"Petty officer Bick was assigned guard duty, watch over 3 million in marked CIA cash." Gibbs said.

"Well, I am a liaison officer." Elston replied. I could just imagine the clueless look he was pulling off. "I just coordinate between the Royal Navy, U.S., and NATO forces."

"Where's the money?"

'Come on Gibb's you can't actually think he did it?'

"I have no idea."

"You own a Webley revolver?"

"I do, yes. It's in my flat in London."

"The, uh, flat in London that's in foreclosure?"

"I had a few poor investments in Greece."

I rolled my eyes. 'That was always his method. It was much easier than to sell. Or so he said. It made it easier for him to disappear.'

"Hmm, that's an interesting motive, stealing cash from the CIA's slush fund, that they wouldn't want it reported missing."

"Well, that's an interesting conjecture."

Papers shuffling was heard. "A call the night of the murder came from your cell phone. Four blocks from where the body was dumped."

"Right, well, there are only two tiny flaws in your theory here." You could hear the smirk on his lips. "I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't steal the currency. I mean where is the cash, Gibbs? Where is it? Where is any evidence for that matter? Where is DNA? Where is a murder weapon? Where is an eyewitness? You know, I-I should like to call the British consulate now, please." I could hear Gibbs gather up the papers, but what got my interest was Elston's heart. It was beating too fast, not of guilt or adrenaline, but out of fear. "All right, you have to press charges or I'm walking. You have absolutely no right to keep me here."

I jumped at hearing the door open and Gibbs walking out. But before I could run in, he blocked my way and closed the door behind him. With a growl, I scratched the door, begging to be let in. Gibbs ignored me, as he continued to walk on. With a scoff, I trotted over to the agent at the end of the hallway. Grabbing him by the sleeve, I pulled him towards the door and scratched it once more.

"You want in?" He cooed. Resisting the growl bubbling in my throat, I whimpered. "Alright." The man opened the door, without realizing someone was even inside. "There you go."

"You shouldn't be in here." Elston mumbled.

I scoffed. 'When has that ever stopped me.' Walking over to him, I placed my front paws on his leg and raised on my hind legs. Poking over his heart with my nose, I whimpered softly.

"You heard that huh?" Running a hand over my head, he sighed softly. "Don't worry about it love. This will all be over soon enough." We stayed there for a while, my head on his shoulder, while he ran his hand over it. It wasn't long before a rep from the British consul came to take him away. I followed him down to the bullpen and into the elevator. With a kiss on the head, he climbed on and left.