"Agent Gibbs," the husky voice greeted, "I believe you have something that belongs to me."
"Actually, Moya, it belongs to us now," Gibbs said without missing a beat.
Petty Officer Moya didn't show any anger at the comment. In fact, Gibbs' statement only made him grin. He liked a cocky, challenging competitor. It made it all the sweeter when he came out on top.
"I beg to differ. I earned that Naval Intel through my own hard work."
"Are you admitting to stealing information from the Navy with the intention of selling it to foreign countries?"
"I never denied it, did I?"
Moya stood and paced, phone in hand. He was a man of only medium height and build, but he found strength in his intelligence and cunning. Besides, who needed physical strength when you had weapons and henchmen backing you up?
"Now I am going to ask very nicely that you return my property to me," Moya said.
"My response is not going to be quite so nice."
"I think you will want to reconsider, Agent Gibbs."
"And why is that?"
The man turned and looked at the two prisoners sitting against the wall with their hands on their heads, fingers entwined, while his two goons guarded them. The baby-faced man was looking down at the ground, his cheeks tinged pink. The olive-skinned woman's fiery gaze was focused directly on Moya himself.
"Because I think you might be interested in a little trade."
AN: As per usual, one chapter per day for this :)