Where He Went

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own NCIS or any other show that may have a character or two show up.

A/N: I am going to apologize ahead of time in case my computer screws up my words. It does that sometimes. Anyway, without further adieu...

Prologue:Leaving

Trent Kort slipped away from everyone after he came to at autopsy in NCIS headquarters. It was easy for him to do despite his vision not being at its best since the whole "eye" incident.

His phone rang as he entered the parking lot and he swore softly when he looked at the caller ID. " 'Ello... Agent Kort speaking."he answered. The man on the other line laughed softly.

"I was almost worried you wouldn't answer Kort. Been trying to get a hold of you for sometime.. Come down to Langley. We have some things to discuss. Sometime tonight would be nice."the man said. Trent sighed, almost fearing what was to come.

"Yes, Director. I'll be there soon." the Brit told his boss before hanging up. This wasn't going to end well. He could feel it in his gut. Trent smirked for a moment. His gut. He'd been spending way to much time around Gibbs...

About an hour and a half later, Trent Kort was in the Director of the CIA's office. The older man looked at Trent. "Agent Kort, seeing your failure with Project Cobb, we have come up with two solutions to our problems."he claimed. Trent sighed and looked at his boss with his one good eye.

"And just what would those solutions be Director? Or are you going to fill me in?"the Brit asked.

"I'm filling you in right now Mr. Kort. Solution One is that we send you and Agent Cruz to Tel Aviv and see which one of you makes it back alive."

"And the other 'solution'?"Trent asked, not willing to risk his life anymore.

"You go into a nice and early retirement and stay low unless we need you anymore. We'' even let you pick where you want to be dropped off and what new career you would like to have. Won't even have to change your name. Well, depending on where it is you're wanting to go..."the director explained. Trent smiled for the first time that night.

"Solution Two."Trent stated.

"Okay. Any place in mind you want to live?"

"Oxford, North Carolina."Trent responded without even thinking about it. The older man nodded and they began working out the bugs before their agreement was signed...

Gibbs sanded down the coffin sides before Mike Franks's funeral. Ever so often, he'd glance at the door. Waiting. By now one of his coworkers should have been there. Someone should have been. The case was extremely difficult for all of them. Tony and Ziva especially seemed affected. So why had no one showed? He sighed and continued when his front door opened and footsteps were heard coming down the steps. Gibbs glanced up to see Trent Kort walking down.

"Expecting to see someone else Gibbs? Sorry to disappoint."the younger man remarked sarcastically. Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"I see you're feeling better. Your usual wit has returned. That is, if you could even call it wit."Gibbs retorted. Trent chuckled.

"I see you're still taking classes at that charm school. Wish I could join."the Brit responded, not missing a beat.

The two sat in silence for a little while before it became to much. Gibbs knew Kort, knew him well enough to know something was up. And since he was in Gibbs's basement, that meant that it could concern him and his team.

"Out with it Kort. What're you doin' here?"Trent sighed.

"I'm leaving. And I thought you should know that Operation Frankenstein has been disbanded again."Trent told the other man before turning to leave.

"Why did you even join that program anyway? From what I've heard about you, you don't condone torture."Gibbs asked. He noted how the younger man winced slightly.

"Between you and me, Gibbs... The only reason I took that up because the CIA threatened people that I care about. And I would rather die than see any of the thugs in the CIA touch them."that was the last sentence spoken between them before Trent left...