YAY, here's part 2
Gibbs looked at Tony. He hadn't said anything since the whole thing started, letting Tony talk for him. Instead, he had been kicking himself for letting them get into this mess. Tony had just come back to work, being stuck at home till he healed from his previous injuries which he got from the last time he was at work... Now he once again was in the line of danger, and once again, it was his fault.
He should have done something. He knew the clerk was acting jumpy, and yet he did not do anything and he never should have given his gun up. On top of all that, the kid in the hospital... that REALLY made him mad. He should have known he was lying. What was happening to him, was he getting old? He ALWAYS knew when people were lying.
Nevertheless, he was NOT going to let anything happen to Tony this time. He would do anything these pathetic hostage takers said; just so long Tony stayed safe.
"So what's our plan, Boss?" Tony whispered, leaning as far in Gibbs direction as he possibly could.
"We wait till they make a mistake, then take them down." He answered back, also whispering, keeping an eye on the two men in the corner, who were also whispering to each other.
"OK, till then we can sort some things out. The too goons watching us is Mark and Tom."
"The two watching the hostages are Bobby and Sam."
"And the ringleader is Jack. Let's just hope those are their real names. They did a couple odd things though. Why don't they care if we see their faces, and they have our handcuffs, so why didn't they cuff us instead of tie us?" Tony asked, though Gibbs could see that he was already was answering his own questions in his head.
"They planned this whole thing, knowing NCIS would take the case. Showing his face must show that he doesn't care or that he's already in the system. He must know that we'll figure out what they look like anyway, so why go to the trouble in hiding it from us, just as long as we are the only ones." Gibbs said, "As for the not part of them not cuffing us. I'm not sure, but I'm sure he has a reason, he has to know that we will be able to get loose."
"Yeah, I'm already working on that, how bout you?"
"You need to ask me?" Gibbs answered, allowing himself to smirk a little.
Jack came in the door, seeing them whispering. "Hey you two, quiet." He turned to the two men in the corner. "They are here." He turned to Gibbs and Tony, a grin on his face. "It is time to start."
Jack set the bag he had brought in the room on the table near the door. "Put your masks on, and go get one of the hostages, we are going to send them a gift." He said, pulling out two phones from the bag. When they brought the hostage form the other room, Jack stepped in front of the crying woman. "Hey, you are lucky, you get to go free." He gave her one of the phones, "All you have to do, is make sure you give this to them, and tell them to use speed dial 1. Can you do that?" He was speaking in a soothing voice, as if speaking to a child. The woman nodded her head, and Jack continued.
"Now, we have the doors locked, but you can still get out, the door is created so you can not come in, but you can go out. So go on, I want you out of here." He said as he pushed her toward out the door. He turned back to Gibbs and Tony, grinning like he won the lottery, except with an evil twist.
"Now, I am still not sure how much you guys are worth. I am thinking one million for each. What do you think?" He asked them, though he was asking a rhetorical question.
"I'm thinking nothing, cause that's what your gonna get." Tony spoke up anyway, even if he knew he wasn't meant to answer the question.
"You have got quite the mouth there. Well, I think we need to set some rules then:
One, no mouthing off. Two, do what I say, and three, follow the rules, or get beat. Got IT?" Jack asked, staring into Tony's eyes.
"Yeah, sure, threaten us. That's nice of ya." With that comment, Jack took his handgun and hit Tony hard on the head.
"HEY!" Gibbs shouted, pulling at his restraints. He was interrupted by the phone ringing.
"YOU, shut up, or you will get it too." Jack stood up and walked out of the room, answering the phone.
"Tony, you OK?" Gibbs turned to look at Tony, who had his eyes closed.
"Yeah, I'm up." He answered groggily.
"I said are you OK?" He was slightly worried that Tony might have a concussion, since the hit was pretty hard.
"What? Oh, Yeah, don't worry about me, I just got a headache, and anyway, I've been hit harder." He said, smiling at Gibbs.
"Good." Gibbs sighed and ignored Tony's joke, "Now listen, stop mouthing off, and just listen to them until we can make a move, or you'll get a bigger headache from the biggest slap I'll ever give you. Got it?"
"Sure Boss, whatever you say." Tony started to grin, but was cut off by the glare Gibbs gave him.
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McGee and Ziva waited; they had contacted NCIS and informed them about the situation, then had the building surrounded, blocking their escape routes. Now they just needed to get a plan to get their teammate and boss out of there.
McGee was worried, he knew that Gibbs and Tony could take care of themselves, but they were still hostages. Moreover, they knew nothing about what was going on inside, and to add to that, Tony just came back to work, from a bad incident, now he's thrown in another one, he had the worst luck ever.
His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at the front of the bank. A woman had just ran out, crying. He ran up to the barricade that they had put up, ready for anything that might happen. When she was close enough, they brought her behind the wall of safety.
"Are you OK? Are you sure?" He ask her
"I... I'm OK." She said, trying to control her crying. After a few seconds, when she could speak, she continued with what she was told to tell them. "He...He told me to give this to you." She handed the McGee the phone, her hand slightly shaking. "He said to dial speed dial 1." Once she finished, she started to cry again, traumatized by the position she had just came from.
"OK, don't worry, your safe now. Go with this gentleman here, he's going to asked you a couple questions," McGee reassured her, motioning to a NCIS agent. Once they had walked a few feet away, he turned to Ziva. They both looked down at the phone.
"Were going to have to contact them anyway, so lets do it now." McGee opened the phone, and dialed, putting it on speaker. He and Ziva had walked back over to their car, to have more privacy, and away from other ears. The phone rang four times, before it was answered.
"Hello NCIS agents, I see you got my gift." A melodramatic voice answered. He continued before McGee could have a chance to say anything. "I have two of your agents here...how about a trade?"
"How did you know I was NCIS?" McGee asked, he could understand them thinking cops would show up, but how did he know that specifically NCIS would?
"I took two NCIS agents hostage, it was obvious NCIS would lead the investigation to get them back. But truthfully, I did not know one hundred percent, you know how annoying those FBI agents are, but I know now, so that is all that matters." He spat out FBI as if it was poison, making McGee realize he probably had dealt with them before.
"What do you want?" McGee asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.
" I want two million dollars, one million for each of your men. I will give you one hour. In that time, if you or anyone out there try to get in, I will kill everyone."
"We'll need more time than that to get that kind of money."
"That is plenty of time, you have one half hour for each million, your lucky I did not give you thirty minutes." McGee could hear the grin on the mans face when he said it, and it made him sick to the stomach to think that this guy had all the power.
"We will see what we can do" McGee knew they would never get the money for them. It just was not the way they operated these situations.
"You better."
"Tell us why you doing this?"
"In due time, right now I am a little busy, so are you. I will contact you in one hour, I suggest you have the money by then, or there will be dire consequences. Goodbye." Jack said over the phone, before hanging up.
McGee turned to Ziva, closing the phone. "We need to find out who these guys are. The way he was talking... I don't think this hostage thing was an accident. IT was a trap, they had this all planned."
"What about the kid at the hospital. He was their friend. He should have known about it."
"Yeah, he's the one that told Gibbs and Tony about this whole thing...why don't you go and see if you can get anything from him?" He asked Ziva, she agreed, and quickly left. They both knew that they didn't have much time. They needed a plan before they barged in, and they were one plan short of actually having a plan.
One hour was not a lot of time, especially since two of the best 'planners' they had on the team was currently stuck in a bank by some crazy lunatics, who think it's fun to rob a bank.
If they wanted to get Gibbs and Tony out in one piece, and the rest of the hostages' home safe, they had to get to work, and work fast.
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"I never thought of you as the sit and comply type."
"Excuse me?" Gibbs and Tony had been quiet for the last ten minutes, when Tony had suddenly turned to look at him and spoke.
"You, I never thought that if you were to be in a kidnap situation you would do what they tell you, without comment."
"I wouldn't, but since they have you too, I'm not going to fight, I don't want anything to happen."
"Awww, I knew you cared."
Gibbs realized what he had just said. He had let out a little too much, but oddly, he didn't care. "Don't let it go to your head."
Tony smiled, wanting to press the matter, but knowing he should leave it alone. 'I'll get him later' he thought.
"So, what's are plan? We know they won't pay for release."
"Like I said before, we just have to wait till they make a mistake, then we jump them. I almost have my hands untied, how are you coming?"
"I almost have it... they sure tied them tight."
"They do know how to tie a good knot... All we need to do now is wait them out."
"And hope they don't kill us before we get the chance." Tony finished Gibbs unspoken words. They both sat quietly, bidding their time until they could over power their captures, in a way that nobody got hurt.
1 HOUR MARK
"Time is up." Jack said, looking at his watch, he walked into the next room, where the two important hostages' were tied up. He pulled out his gun and pointed at the younger agent. Signaling both of them to be quiet, he pulled out his phone and called the agents outside.
He grinned to himself as he watched as the two agents in front of him stared at both him and the gun in his hands. He was going to ask weather they had the money, if it was yes, which he highly doubted, or if it was no. He was going to show them just how serious he was on this demand, and he couldn't wait to hear their surprise when he 'punished' them for not complying to his demands.'
"This is McGee."
"Do you have the money?" Jack asked, jumping straight to the point of the call.
"We need a little more time."
"Answer the question." He demanded, though with what was just said gave him the answer.
""No." Replied the voice on the phone.
"Then we have a problem." He said, A gunshot echoed through the phone, followed by a cry of pain.
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