He's sitting in the lobby when she arrives, entourage of guards behind her. Not only is she the director of NCIS, but of course, as heavily pregnant as she is, she requires an extra agent to carry her bags. The Queen of the Federal System is as arrogant as she is falsely wanting. How long can she pull this off, heavily laden and tripped up with the symptoms of ALS. But it is amusing to watch her try.
Oh, how fun to be here, in her favorite city. Here she fell in love with that partner of hers, rolling around in sweaty attics, ducking bullets fired at them from CIA issued guns. How could they not fall in love? He snorted, bored with the affair, but amused by the ability to torment her. Her devotion to Elizabeth Jackson was downright comical. Oh it was possible to have two lovers, but it was best if the lovers got along. How long until it became known that she was living two lives? Of course, he was able to control that information as well.
Sitting close enough to the check in desk to overhear her room number, Kort waited until she had disappeared into the elevators. He already had the cards he needed to get to the restricted floors. So he waited half an hour before getting up and slipping back through the service entrances. He'd found an empty locker earlier and stashed an envelope of photographs and other assorted toys he hoped he'd get to use. Torture, after all, was what he was best at.
He took the top photograph and scribbles on it Beautiful, oui? before slipping it into an envelope with the seal of the hotel. Up the stairs to the restricted floor, he mixed well with the various bodyguards mingling. His dark suit and badge meant no one questioned him.
9 hours on a plane, plus Paris traffic, it was clear Jenny was exhausted. She'd sleep for a while but wake to what seemed like a note from the hotel.
The photograph was grainy, but it only added to the darkness of the moment. He'd taken it after his first taste of Elizabeth, while Salvo had been bragging about his American whore who didn't speak the language. He'd taken it to prove Liz was awake, listening, and then held onto it for his own purposes. After all, the sheet was half down her body, and even in the dark, the marks they'd left on her were clear. But oh, they'd had so much fun with her. In the background, Salvo loomed, a large, laughing shadow. If Kort had cared, he'd have felt sorry for the fledgling agent. But she'd only been a cog in his wheel.
It was time for Jenny to learn the truth about her lover and there were more where these came from.