a/n - I'm working on chapter 14, so I figured I'd start to post it here.
Catalyst
"Okay, we've got a total of five possible contacts. Gibbs, you and McGee will take Donaldson. DiNozzo and David will be on Tucker. My three teams will take Maxwell, Churchill and Lambert. With any luck, one of the five will lead us to Adams." Fornell ended the briefing and handed out the photographs of all of their potential suspects.
The FBI had been working the case for months, but when two of the likely contacts ended up being from a nearby Navy base, he'd reluctantly brought in Gibbs and his team. With any luck, the actual contact would end up being one of the civilians and by the end of the night the case would once again be an FBI investigation.
Tucker's leave started at the end of his watch, at 1800. Tony and Ziva were watching and when he left with several other sailors for a night on the town, they discreetly followed behind. As per the plan, Donaldson's CO kept him behind for some last minute paperwork, just long enough that the two tails didn't arouse any suspicion. Donaldson finally left and headed for a seedy part of town.
Gibbs was not amused. "If we get to sit outside while he spends two weeks pay on a hooker, Fornell is going to owe me big time."
Tim knew to keep his mouth shut, just pointing out a parking space when Donaldson pulled over. The two men kept to the shadows as they followed their suspect for several blocks. Eventually, he stopped and got in line at an old time movie house.
Grinning, Gibbs pointed at the movie poster, partially blocked by a stocky man. "It's a remake of High Noon. Best western ever. This won't be so bad, I'll get the tickets."
While Gibbs was in line, McGee looked around. He expected a few women, even for a western, but everyone filing into the theater was male, a great number of them wearing leather under their heavy winter coats. Suspicions growing, Tim looked back at the poster, his eyes widening as the man leaning against it finally moved away revealing the previously unseen "-er" at the end of "noon."
"Oh, crap."
-NCIS-
"Boss, I'm pretty sure this isn't the movie you think it is." Practically stepping on the other man's heels, McGee whispered in Gibbs' ear as they walked in the theater.
"Better than standing in the rain, McGee." Gibbs found a seat where they had a good view of Donaldson but he wouldn't notice them. The place was run down, evidenced by the missing arm rests between many of the seats and the stale air. "Floor's sticky, hate it when someone spills a damn soda on the floor."
"I don't think that's soda, Boss."
Gibbs started to tell McGee to quit complaining, but the movie started and he leaned back in his seat. It was the typical spaghetti western opening; a stock distance shot of a town, cutting to a close up of a tumbleweed rolling across the screen. The jangle of spurs could be heard, then a pair of cowboy boots could be seen as the tumbleweed rolled away. The cheesy music increased as the camera panned up, showing the lead actor wearing leather chaps, a leather vest and a leather cock ring.
Despite his best efforts, Gibbs could feel his eyebrow creeping up in surprise before he cautiously looked around the darkened theater. Activity was already starting as some of the men paired off, while others were looking hungrily at his young agent. Silently cursing Fornell, Gibbs wrapped his arm around McGee and pulled him close.
"Boss?"
Gibbs slid his other hand under McGee's long coat, rubbing it along his leg. "Unless you want a different dance partner, I'd suggest you play along."
An elderly man with long hair and missing teeth was not quite casually moving to a seat closer to them, grinning at Tim and licking his lips. Tim tuned towards Gibbs, rubbing his face against Gibbs' throat before settling into a position where he could see their suspect, the screen and feel the warm pulse against his face. It was going to be a very long night.