House of Cards

by Channel D

Very early in Tim's time with Gibbs' team, he and Tony are sent out on what should be a routine, safe, field investigation. In two chapters, we see their reports of the mission. Written for the NFA Haiti Relief auction.

2. Chapter 2

House of Cards

by channelD

2.

NCIS Standard Field Case Report

form No. NCIS-307 (DOD approved), May 1999. Prior editions are obsolete.
Please type or print neatly, using black or blue ink.

Reported by: Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo

Date of report: October 2, 2004

Case No.: 04-018-HQ

SSA: L. J. Gibbs

Report Narrative

In connection with the Larry DeWayne Cobb narcotics investigation, I was sent out to interview a lead, a Cyril David Feeley, on 1741 Carmel St SW. Special Agent Gibbs had me take the rookie, T. McGee, along to get some experience. I could have done this all by myself, just for the record.

The sorry-excuse-for-a-house should have been condemned. It was, after we were done there. We weren't expecting any trouble, it was just to be the usual interview-a-likely-uncooperative-witness on this fleabag street, and if he didn't answer questions willingly, we'd haul his rear end into NCIS for questioning.

No one answered our knock, and the doorbell didn't work. We broke in. The electricity was off. No one was about. We walked up rickety stairs to the second floor; McGee, behind me, catching his foot in a rotten step. I left him to his own bumbling devices and searched the second floor by myself. I found evidence of drug manufacturing, which I bagged. Going back down the stairs, I gave the evidence bag to McGee to carry. He then managed to break through two more steps and I tripped over him. Then the ceiling started to collapse.

Quickly, McGee was pinned under a beam and I tried to help him but something hit me in the head. I blacked out. When I came to, McGee was shouting at me. Like I could do much then. It took awhile for my head to stop dancing the macarena. As it started to clear, Feeley came in the door. McGee idiotically let him know we were federal agents—Feeley might have helped us out if he hadn't known that. As it was, he started shooting and winged McGee before I brought Feeley down. He was out cold, thanks to a hunk of plaster.

The house was making sounds, and more of it fell. The far wall collapsed. The roof would probably fall in a matter of minutes, along with other beams. How Feeley had managed to live in this joint, I'll never know. McGee was yelling at me again. That kid has a set of lungs. This time he said something weird about me needing to grab Feeley and get the hell out while I still could. Like I'd leave a partner, particularly a junior one, behind. I thought he knew me by now. Not that I was sure I could even get out myself; that hit on the head had me more loopy than I'd admit to him. But Gibbs would skin me if I came back without the probie, so I had to figure out something.

Then somehow McGee got out from under that beam. He said it was rotted and just broke, but I don't know. In any event, He was soon helping me up and we were going out the door, when he said wait, we have to take Feeley, too. I guess he was right, and so we did. Then the dork wanted to back into a crumbling house to get the evidence bag that he'd dropped. I twisted his arm into a half-nelson and he took the hint. We about made to the sidewalk when the house caved in, like on a movie set. LEOs and EMTs were arriving. McGee stayed awake to insist that I get the first ambulance ride. I should have refused but I was still seeing hippos in tutus dancing in circles around my head.

I get the feeling that McGee might downplay his role in this, but I think he showed a lot of spunk today. Maybe even heroism. Do they make them like that anymore?

--Anthony DiNozzo

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