Chapter one
It was late. Everybody was tired and nothing was going right. There was always someone one step ahead and it seemed their success was becoming impossible. Three days in a row they tried to find members of a terrorist cell. Every competitive organization collaborated. Problem was that every of those found terrorists didn't stay alive more than minute. They were looking for someone else... somebody who did it their own way.
"Tony, FBI got a new one!" McGee emerged. DiNozzo jumped up out of his chair and followed him to the elevator ready for everything. "It looks we have a bad time." Tim sighed. But Tony had this feeling since he let Ziva go. "Where's Bishop?" he asked.
"She drove with SecNav."
After they arrived everybody had been preparing for that big show. House was surrounded by hundreds policemen and agents. Including one helicopter. Tony supposed to track terrorist's hiding place and wait for command to arrest. Though, he often glanced around, looking for some clues where their mysterious shooter could be.
The cartridge quietly loaded the weapon. Everything was ready. One agent from NCIS behaved strangely, but there wasn't time to be worried about this. Important thing was the target.
"Namire Yasir, Come out with your hands up." Fornell shouted to the megaphone. The door started opening slowly. SWAT was alerted and agent Gibbs gestured to the arrest.
"Mitztae." whispered the sniper and pulled the trigger.
Yasir fell down the ground and just a second later they heard another shot. Tony was clutching the gun aiming somewhere at the window in abandoned warehouse which was staying on the other side of the road. It seemed he successfully hitted his target. The unit ran immediately and broke in.
"You can go, FBI taking the lead," Fornell yelled. Gibbs wanted to protest but exhausted faces of his team stopped him. They worked almost 72 hours without breaks. "DiNozzo, McGee, Bishop! Go home."
When they were zigzagging between the cars Tony heard the report from transmitter. "The suspect slipped away, but there are traces of blood. He must be injured."
Next morning was everyone at its desk again. As they knew there was last terrorist at the run. No one knew where and how long he will stay in D.C. McGee and Bishop work very hard and they were looking for everything could help them finish that all madness. Tony watched them. He realized he hadn't any merits on it. Everything he was able to think about had little to do with their case. He was literally out of control. Gibbs might have known it but he definitely did not show it on himself. Tony would have done whatever he could to change it but... it was too late. The elevator rang and Gibbs with Fornell appeared.
"Jethro, out of everyone who is doing on this case I'd confide it just to you."
"I am really honored but why the hell you think NCIS is interested after that theater FBI did."
"I think you have no chance to refuse." he said and looked up on Vance which was going up the stairs.
"Do you know what, Tobias? Talk to your friends from CIA, they'll be glad."
"I take that as yes." He put the file on Gibbs' desk and walked away. "The samples of blood are already down at Ms. Scuito." he added on his way to the elevator.
"Do you have anything?" Gibbs barked at his tean.
"I am still watching over hospital notices. There is no one with gunshot wound yet." Ellie started.
"That's a waste of time!" Tony sputtered. "Three times he slipped through our fingers. Why would he risk visit in a hospital?"
Bishop just shook with her head and looked up on Gibbs confused. He ignored it. "McGee?"
"I think I've got something" he squeaked. Gibbs went around the table. "Here!" Tim indicated two same numbers. "In this zone with signal is just one phone booth. The time of calling is same, too. Ten minutes after murder. It took a long time but..."
"Come on McGee!"
"Plaintly, I found recipient's phone which belongs to Henry Norman." Tall skinhead with scar on the left cheek just appeared on the screen. Tony has recognized him, but he was sure they'd never met before.
"Then I found a laptop which was connected with that phone until they removed a battery. Here at the Anacostia park. The house is abandoned or it should be."
The house was really deserted but not that long it seemed. A smoke of cigarettes was still there. Tony changed his gun by camera and went up the second floor. On the windowsill was telescope. He came closer. There wasn't any nice view but it sufficed to note two suspicious cars for a mile. On his left stayed a table. Shelves were empty besides four or five charges. On the desk were lying a map and some photos. It looked quite worthless as everything in his work and personally life, right now. He shot every important thing he could and aimed to his team downstairs. Before he left he noted a little piece of paper under the wardrobe. He took off his gloves without thinking and grabbed the paper. There was an address somewhere near by National Gallery. He turned the photography and suddenly felt dizzy. There was a woman with long dark curly hair staying in front of Coffy Café and calling...
-TBC-