"Here I Stand"
It all started when he caught that son-of-a-bitch serial killer, Andrew Johnson. Gibbs had assigned Ziva to the shift, but she had gotten sick, so he had covered for her. The stakeout outside the warehouse had been three weeks of nothing except serious boredom. There was little to do but watch the leaves fall around the abandoned storehouse.
Then, all of a sudden, the door flew open. A dark-skinned brunette male, around 35 years old. Unarmed.
God, there he was! The agent whipped out his cell, hit speed dial 3. Nearly screamed in anticipation. Pick up the phone already!
"Gibbs."
"Boss, I've got a visual on Johnson. North exit of the warehouse, alone. There's evidence of another girl inside. There's blood on his hands."
"Most likely Amanda Ellers' body. Take him into custody, McGee. Don't hold back. I want this SOB."
"On it Boss."
He jumped into action. God, why hadn't he insisted on someone coming with him? Oh well, no time for regrets. He opened the car door, closed it silently. Crouching down, hecrept up behind him. One more step, & Johnson was his.
Crack!
Johnson swirled around at the sound of the footstep on the dry leaves.
"Freeze! Federal Agent! Hands on your head, Johnson!"
The man laughed.
"What are you going to do, shoot me? Come on, Agent McGee, we both know you don't have enough backbone for that."
He froze. How did the piece of shit know him?
He read his face. "I've done a background check on all of the NCIS agents on my case, Timothy. And frankly, you seem to be the weakest. But what do I know? Amanda's body is inside, I think you'll find her quite easily. Just follow the blood," he chuckled.
McGee was getting pissed. Johnson thought he was weak?
"Come on, Timothy. I'm standing right here. Do it."
He tackled him, yanked the cuffs on the killers' wrists.
"I'm not gonna shoot you, Johnson. I'm going to watch you rot in jail."
