A/N: I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who is reading my story, and an even bigger thank you to my reviewers.
I just want to make something clear… in chapter two, there were in fact two men: one with blue eyes, and one with brown eyes. You'll find out more about them in this chapter. I didn't really make a distinction between them apart from their eye colour, so just clearing that up in case someone mistook them for one man.
By the way, can someone tell me how to add bio information to my homepage? I'm still sort of lost around here and I can't find the button. So help would be appreciated.
Anyway, onto the story!
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McGee stared at the screen in shock. He began to stammer. "How long have these men been following me? Who are they? What do they want from me?"
"It's been about two days now," Gibbs replied, as the footage of the two mysterious men in black played on the screen. "We don't know who they are or what they want from you. But we're about to find out".
He pressed a button on the remote control. The view switched to a live camera on the street outside the NCIS headquarters. A sleek, black car with tinted windows dominated the screen.
"Is that them?" McGee stuttered nervously.
"Yes".
A tense silence followed.
"Well, what do we do?" Ziva finally asked.
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "I was waiting for someone to ask that. Ziva and Tony will leave work in their cars as normal. Once they're in a different block, they'll park and head back, without letting the men see them. They'll call when they're ready. McGee, you'll then walk out and go to the café on the next street. We'll wait for the men to pursue then Ziva and Tony will follow and apprehend them. Understood?"
"What if they shoot me?" McGee asked.
"Aw c'mon Probie, would I let that happen to you?" Tony smirked.
Gibbs whacked Tony on the head. "You're meant to be driving off by now," he glared. "And ignore him, McGee," he said after Tony stepped onto the lift.
"I don't know," McGee said slowly. "I have a bad feeling about this".
"So do I," Gibbs muttered inaudibly. He could tell there was more to this than it seemed.
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Two days earlier
Frankie Chezna entered the room. His brown eyes rested upon the blue-eyed man sitting at the table.
"You called," Frankie growled.
"Yes I did," the other man replied. "There's some… interesting footage here". He handed Frankie a portable DVD player.
"Watch," he stated simply.
Frankie gazed at the screen, at the man placing down the thirteen roses. He too knew the symbolism behind it. The video stopped and Frankie looked up.
"Who is it, Ric?" he asked.
"Tony Dinozzo. Colleague of Caitlin Todd".
"And apparently he was more than a colleague to her…"
Ric shook his head. "They never… got involved. Perhaps he admitted his feelings to her, but she turned him down".
"Or they may have been together, but hid it from their boss. That Gibbs is meant to be a son of a btch you know".
Ric looked away. "Maybe," he said.
"So... this Tony… He works at NCIS then?"
Ric nodded.
"Don't worry," Frankie smirked. "Tony may run into some trouble in the next few days".
"He better," Ric warned.
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Outside NCIS headquarters, present time
McGee strolled casually outside onto the street. He remembered Gibbs instructions clearly.
C'mon Tim you can do this. Just act normally and walk to the café. And don't look back.
But he couldn't help it. He glanced quickly into the side mirror of a car and saw the two men sauntering behind him. Ziva and Tony were nowhere to be seen. But the calls had been made, and McGee knew they were there, somewhere.
He turned right and stepped onto the next street. The café was up ahead, only about 100 metres away. Checking behind him again in a car's side mirror, he saw the men were still there. But this time, he could spot Tony creeping surreptitiously along in the distance.
McGee began to grow nervous. The café was now only 50 metres away. Tony and Ziva would be apprehending the men soon.
McGee couldn't help but check behind him again, this time using the reflective surface of the sunglasses in a shop he passed. And as he watched, he saw the men reach for the inner pocket of their jackets.
McGee threw himself onto the ground.
Just like he had predicted, two gunshots pierced the evening air. But he needn't have worried. You see, after the men had got their weapons, they had whipped around and shot in Tony's direction.
After all, it was him, and not McGee, that they had been after all along.
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