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The teams meet, lines are drawn and impressions are made. Gibbs tries to be a little more diplomatic than usual until lead jurisdiction is agreed upon, but he's still Gibbs and he's got to mark his territory!
Tony immediately recognised that the very serious, greying man with the coffee clutched tightly in his grasp must be the ring-leader of this merry little band of agents, although it wasn't a particularly hard task; the man seemed to ooze authority.
He was reasonably tall and while definitely not a weight-lifter, Tony could deduce that there was some strength there underneath the faded polo-shirt and jacket; judging by the hairstyle he was undoubtedly ex-military, probably a Marine, and therefore surely quite adept at hand-to-hand combat.
He took in the way the agent cast a measuring glance over everyone at the scene, even the media-hounds behind the tape. He noticed that this stranger seemed to pay extra attention to him and Sam; however, they were the only two inside the cordoned off area that were not wearing uniforms…they stuck out almost as much as the feds did.
The younger man behind the lead-agent was looking slightly green, as if at any moment he might throw-up all over his own shoes. His dirty blond hair was longer than the Marine's and slightly spiky and Tony was pretty sure this guy was not ex-military; he looked so much like a guy who'd just finished school that it was going to be hard to take the guy seriously.
The woman behind was looking decidedly less green than her partner but still seemed to be a little queasy. Tony noticed that she was quite attractive; her long, wavy red hair was blowing gently in the wind around her pale face and pretty eyes. She was repeatedly shooting furtive glances at her boss with a mixed expression of trepidation and exasperation; Tony decided there and then that she was probably the more senior of the two minions.
He cast a quick look at his partner; Sam was still trying to gauge the lead agent when he looked over at Tony and quirked an amused eyebrow. Apparently he too was entertained by the idea that they should simply bow out just because a federal agent had glared at them.
The young detective knew that he had little to fear; Baltimore Homicide was still running the show and McTavish would play dirty to keep sole jurisdiction if it was possible and his detectives asked him to. He also knew that while the lead-agent might be an ex-Marine, Sam was an ex-Ranger, and Rangers lead the way, right? Tony knew that Sam would have his back, as would all the other uniforms on scene; even the detectives back at the Precinct who didn't like him would join forces just to create a united front against the feds.
Yep, Tony thought to himself, there was some fun to be had here.
Gibbs' first port of call when arriving in Baltimore had been a small coffee shop not far from the scene. He never entered jurisdictional pissing matches without his coffee in hand; he felt that keeping at least one hand occupied might prevent him from getting someone into a strangle hold and spending the night in a holding cell. He'd already downed one cup.
He noticed that there were already a lot of journalists on scene; even in a city with a morgue as busy as Baltimore's, death was never old news.
It was relatively easy getting through the crime scene tape; he flashed his badge at some kid in a uniform who gave him a quick glare before he lifted the tape. Gibbs never much liked sharing jurisdiction with other agencies, particularly the FBI, but he had always found that there was far more hostility from the local PD's; Baltimore, it seemed, would be no different.
He immediately took note of the two men in slightly rumpled suits that were likely in charge looking his way, but he quickly moved on with his examination of the scene.
The media were relatively quiet so they'd obviously been there for a while; every now and then a question would be shouted out at no one in particular. He looked at everyone carefully and they all seemed to have microphones and cameras and tape-recorders; no interlopers as far as he could tell.
There was a group of people to one side of the scene with uniforms trying to keep them together but apart at the same time; probably witnesses they didn't want disappearing off but didn't want exchanging stories either, Gibbs mused.
There were a lot of uniforms about; CSI's were sweeping through the alley-way and the surrounding area, taking photos and blood samples and fingerprints. Cops were guarding the entrance way to the alley, keeping the press back, watching the witnesses, canvassing the local area and some were simply sat in their patrol cars waiting to be useful.
He turned his attention back to the two detectives.
He started off with the older man, who was more likely to be the senior detective; the man was looking straight back at him with a slightly amused look. He was not particularly tall, but he looked strong nevertheless and held a certain presence about him.
He had dark circles under his eyes and a five o'clock shadow that spoke of long hours. The suit, while slightly rumpled, was clean and well-fitting. His dark hair had a few greys sprinkled throughout and his dark eyes were thoroughly assessing Gibbs and his team even as he was being scrutinised himself.
The way the older man had placed himself between Gibbs and his partner spoke volumes about the kind of man he was, but unfortunately Gibbs wasn't sure which volume he should be reading. It could mean that he was protective, it could mean that he didn't think his partner could handle himself, it could even mean he was worried about what impression NCIS might glean from the younger detective.
Gibbs would no doubt figure it out later; he had time.
He shifted his attention to the younger detective who was assessing his team much as he and his partner were being assessed.
The younger man was tall and well-dressed if a little creased; his suits looked beyond a Homicide Detective's salary. His brown hair was carefully styled and Gibbs could read the mischief that glinted in his eyes even from this distance. He shared his partner's dark circles and five o'clock shadow, but where as the other detective had been standing still, silently assessing, the young man was almost vibrating with energy from eager anticipation.
He caught the look between the two, the quirked eyebrow and the twist of the mouth; while he wasn't sure what else was silently communicated, he knew something further had been understood, as they moved in sync towards him and his team.
Sam spoke first, "You must be Agent Gibbs; my Chief informed me that you were on your way. You made it here in good time."
Nixon snorted at that and while he somehow missed the glare his boss directed his way, he certainly didn't miss the elbow Viv jabbed into his ribs as warning.
Both Sam and DiNozzo watched the team's little interaction with interest; it seemed as though the feds were not quite the well-oiled machine they had been expecting. Gibbs' commanding presence seemed to make his minions feel uneasy and uncomfortable around him.
"I'm Detective Jacobs, and this is my partner, Detective DiNozzo, Baltimore Homicide;" Sam stuck out his hand.
"Special Agent Gibbs," he said as he returned the handshake; "Agents Blackadder and Nixon," he gestured to his team.
Tony reached out to shake the team's hands. "Pleased to meet you," he said, giving the pretty red-head a particularly charming smile. He turned to Nixon, "You feeling ok, cos you're looking a little green around the gills?"
"I'm fine," Nixon replied defensively. He was not feeling fine; Gibbs rapid journey up Route 95 had unsettled his empty stomach so much so that he was glad he hadn't found the time to eat anything. However, he didn't want some detective he'd never met before pointing out his weaknesses to Gibbs; his Boss was more than capable of pointing them out on his own as it was!
"If you say so," DiNozzo replied, still smiling; "But if you do have to throw-up, please don't do it all over the crime scene."
Nixon tried to give the smug detective his fiercest interpretation of Gibbs' glare, but he obviously failed, because DiNozzo's grin only got wider.
"Tony," came Sam's amused voice, "Play nice with the Feds."
Tony shrugged and plastered an innocent 'who, me?' look on his face; Sam wasn't fooled.
"We're not Feds," said Dixon; he was still feeling defensive and glared at the infuriating young detective in front of him. "We're NCIS; that's Naval Criminal…"
"…Investigative Service, yeah, I know!" Tony finished, his tone then took on the form of an adult talking to a particularly slow child; "NCIS, your agency, it is a federal agency, which makes you…a fed!" DiNozzo finished with a smug grin.
"Hey!" Gibbs was growing impatient; the direction of the conversation did not give him much hope of competent detectives. "Can we get back to the dead Marine?" his question was not really a question.
By Gibbs' tone of voice, Tony deduced that he was a man who was used to being obeyed; certainly, his team seemed to quieten down and take an obedient step back. He, however, was not so ready to bow to this man's authority and make things easy for him; the agent had no authority over him and he was more than happy to prove it.
"You mean the Marine and the other two dead bodies, of course," Tony pointed out cheerfully, happy to see Gibbs' eye twitch slightly in annoyance.
Gibbs was fast losing his patience with Detective DiNozzo; the young man, who had already mocked Nixon and flirted with Blackadder, was now annoying him, and Gibbs was quite sure it was all being done with intent.
He turned his attention to Detective Jacobs; "What do you know so far?"
Sam had noticed with slight amusement that DiNozzo seemed to have it in his mind to play with the NCIS Agents; he'd seen this happen before. People always seemed to dramatically underestimate his younger partner, and DiNozzo seemed more than happy to help them along with their assumptions.
McTavish had told him to cooperate with the feds, but that he was not to hand over jurisdiction just yet; that meant, in general terms, play nice but not fair. Jacobs could hand over what they knew, but he didn't have to share his knowledge of the local area or his suspicions; most feds from out of town rarely seemed to care about the locals' opinions anyway.
"We got here after the bodies had been transported, so we haven't seen them yet, but our M.E. should have started the autopsies by now. We've gone over the scene and the CSI's have been taking all kinds of samples from the nearby vicinity, but it'll take a while to get the results back. Uniforms have been canvassing the local area and we've got some witnesses that we still need to interview…"
"You haven't interviewed the witnesses yet?" Nixon butted in incredulously. When he'd done his training at FLETC, he was taught that you should talk to witnesses asap, so that all the details were still fresh in their mind.
Gibbs, too, was surprised that the detectives hadn't done the interviews yet, but he certainly didn't appreciate Nixon butting in the way he had done. He was going to have to teach the brash young agent that he, Gibbs, was team leader!
He noticed that both detectives turned cold, hard eyes in the TAD Agent's direction; could see them cementing their opinion of him. As if dealing with the local PD wasn't going to be difficult enough, he now had to contend with Nixon's undoubtedly bad first impression, and no doubt his second and third.
"All the witnesses have been interviewed, Agent Nixon," Sam stated firmly, taking offence at the slight. "The first responders secured the scene, called for the M.E. and then took initial statements from the witnesses that were still on location, while second responders started to canvass the local area.
"We do know our job, and the protocols that go with it. We…" he said firmly and slowly while gesturing to himself and DiNozzo, "…have yet to interview them to get our own understanding of events and to compare their statements to earlier ones, to look for any irregularities there might be."
Gibbs felt himself relax at that, glad that the detectives were not as incompetent as he had feared. However, he also knew that Nixon had just caused quite a lot of trouble for him; NCIS did not yet have jurisdiction and dealing with the locals would be difficult enough without his Junior Agent insulting their intelligence.
"Anything you can tell us would be helpful," Gibbs said calmly. He wasn't used to being the diplomatic one, but with Nixon behaving like an idiot he'd have to do something to keep the detectives nice and civil until Morrow could win over jurisdiction.
Sam looked at his partner, but DiNozzo was unusually quiet. A slight shake of the younger detective's head indicated that he was not ready to cooperate with the Feds just yet.
"Richard May was one of the murder victims; he's a well-known local with a pretty long rap sheet…theft, possession of stolen goods, some minor drug charges…the list goes on."
"But nothing that would account for murder, right?" asked Agent Blackadder, who had been silent since the speedy car journey to Baltimore.
"People are petty," Tony interjected with a smile; apparently a pretty woman was enough to get him to talk. "People have been murdered over a couple of dimes and imagined insults; May could have said the wrong thing to the wrong person…it happens," he shrugged indifferently.
He was not indifferent.
Peoria had been a reasonably peaceful city to start off in; while there might have been a serious problem with bootlegging during the Prohibition, things had calmed down since and he was relatively lucky with his beat, rarely having to pull his gun.
Philadelphia, however, had been a big change. Philly was a lot bigger than Peoria and the socio-economic divide far more noticeable. It was there he learned just how far desperate people would go in order to provide for their families. It was there he had his first real brush with organised crime. It was there that he had first noticed corruption within the legal system, and his eyes had been opened to injustice.
By the time Tony had moved to Baltimore he was a lot less idealistic about the role of law enforcement and far more realistic. He had come to realise that the people who were supposed to be upholding the law were just as capable of breaking it. He had also, in his recently found position as a Homicide Detective, leant of the pettiness of human nature.
One of his first cases with Sam was investigating the death of a homeless man; after many fruitless interviews on the street they finally found a viable witness, who led them straight to another homeless man. Apparently the dead man had been collecting cans from someone else's patch and had refused to hand them over when asked; that had merited a piece of rusty piping to the back of the head.
There were times when he really didn't understand people, but on days like that he wasn't sure that he really wanted to.
"May knew a lot of scumbags," Sam admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "We have quite a list of known associates that we'll have to run down at some point. We've no ID on the girl; if we're lucky she's got a record, if not we'll have to see if the M.E. can find anything identifiable before trawling through missing persons.
"As for your Marine, he was in his BDU and still had his driver's licence on him; we're waiting for a positive ID, but he matched the photo on the licence so it's looking pretty likely."
Gibbs took note of the term 'BDU;' Jacobs was either former military or else someone who was comfortable using military terminology. "Did the shooter take anything?" Gibbs asked, eager to find some sign of a motive.
"Not a clue," DiNozzo replied. "We'll know more when we get back to the Precinct and get the chance to go over evidence, which would happen a lot quicker if we were allowed to do our job."
The words were pointed but the tone was casual and almost polite; Gibbs knew without even looking that DiNozzo would be sporting that infuriating grin of his.
'That's it,' thought Gibbs, 'screw being diplomatic!'
"Then we'd better get on with it, hadn't we Detective DiNozzo," Gibbs replied evenly with a sharp look, he'd given up trying to hide how much the younger man could irritate him. "Blackadder, witnesses. Nixon, sketch and shoot."
It was the detectives turn to be irritated. "Hang on a sec.," Sam said, not bothering to hide the righteous anger in his voice. "This is still our case and our crime scene…"
"…our city…" DiNozzo muttered darkly, eyes sparking with obvious resentment.
Gibbs hid a smile, glad to know that he could be equally as annoying. He was not prepared to hand over a case that he believed should rightfully be NCIS's and he certainly had no intention of bowing down to some Baltimore Homicide Detectives who seemed to be on a power trip.
"You do things your way, and we'll do things our way. The case will be ours," Gibbs promised; "So I don't see any point in hanging around and playing niceties." Nixon's earlier comment seemed to have put both detectives on the defensive and there was no longer any point in pretending that information would willingly be swapped.
"You seem pretty sure NCIS will get lead on this case," Tony pointed out.
"When a military advisor to the White House calls up about his son's death and asks NCIS to investigate, it seems unlikely that he'd let two cops from Baltimore do the job instead, don't you think?"
"Your friend at the White House might have some influence over the matter," Sam conceded, not even bothering to hide his dislike of the Fed in front of him. "But no matter who he is, it is not up to him to decide. As a military advisor he has absolutely no say whatsoever in law enforcement or on how Baltimore PD should do its job.
"We want to solve the case, and we want to do so for all three murder victims, not just the dead son of some big-wig down in DC. This case may well have ties to another of our homicide cases, which would firmly place this case within our own jurisdiction."
Sam then stalked off to do the interviews with the witnesses he and his partner had been about to conduct before the federal agents made their unwelcome entrance. If he stuck around any longer he might end up punching the lead agent and Sam's pretty sure that McTavish wouldn't see that as co-operation of any kind.
Tony watched his partner go; Sam was usually pretty calm and was definitely the more even tempered of the two, and seeing him stalk off with anger that was pulsating through his whole body made the young man even more annoyed with the NCIS agent before him.
"Carry out your investigation if you want, Special Agent Gibbs," Tony said, his tone casual but his eyes hard. "But if you or any of your agents get in the way of our own investigators, I'll have you arrested for obstruction."
"It would never stick," Gibbs said, his tone fierce as he took a solid, menacing step towards the young detective.
Tony did not take a step back; in fact he took a step forward, as if meeting some unspoken challenge. "Probably not, but BPD would be more than happy to assist, and by the time your Director gets word, you'll already have gone through processing," DiNozzo promised with a menacing smile, "And I doubt they'll go easy on a bunch of federal agents who have not only impeded one of their investigations, but insulted their abilities too."
With his part said, DiNozzo sauntered on over to his partner as if he were enjoying a Sunday stroll in the park without a care in the world; he certainly didn't look like a man who had just threatened a federal agent.
Gibbs was pissed off and slightly surprised; he didn't think DiNozzo would have the backbone required to go up against him. Gibbs had gone through these pissing matches before, and normally people backed down; sometimes people were glad to be a case lighter or they lacked the energy and drive to fight for it, sometimes they did not want the case at all, and other times they were afraid of what the results might be for going against Gibbs.
However, that was in DC, where Gibbs had a reputation; here, he was an outsider, and an unwelcome one at that. He took a quick look around and noticed the hostile looks he was getting from the uniforms on scene.
God, he hoped Morrow managed to get jurisdictional rights, because working alongside these officers could get pretty difficult when co-operation flew out the window the moment Nixon opened his mouth and he told the detectives what he thought.
Gibbs was certain that Jacobs was ex-military, but he seemed more Army than Navy, which could end up being another source for contention; the only time Army and Navy personnel seemed to like each other and drop their ongoing rivalry was when the Air Force was brought into the comparison.
Military or not, the man seemed dedicated to the job; he'd wanted to avoid the pissing match and concentrate on the case. While the man clearly hadn't been happy with the prospect of joint jurisdiction, he'd followed orders and shared information when he could have been an ass and withheld.
However, Detective Jacobs had been polite and had even been helpful in that he'd told him something of the case and what he knew about one of the victims. Gibbs was sure that Jacobs had not told him everything he knew or what he might have guessed, but it was a start, and one the Special Agent thought he could work with.
Detective DiNozzo on the other hand…the man had offered nothing more than the pettiness of human nature and had then threatened his team with a few hours in a holding cell. So far, the young man had shown absolutely no skills whatsoever, other than how to be infuriatingly smug.
What Gibbs found unforgivable was that DiNozzo had given him nothing to work on; whereas he'd been able to figure something out about Jacob's character and what might drive him, he had no clue about DiNozzo and what made him tick. Whereas most people had the common sense to back down when Gibbs stepped into their personal space, Detective DiNozzo seemed to enjoy the theatrics and had even reduced the limited space between the two men still further.
Jacobs may have been the one to place himself between Gibbs and his partner, but the NCIS Agent was still no closer in figuring out just who he had been protecting.
Both Blackadder and Nixon were staring after DiNozzo with something akin to awe and disbelief. They'd never seen anyone talk to their boss like that without some form of repercussion.
"Hey!" Gibbs snapped at his team. "Blackadder, witnesses. Nixon, shoot and sketch. Now!"
Another hour had passed while everyone finished up on scene, and the detectives and the agents said not a word to each other the entire time.
Sam and Tony had completed their interviews, with Agent Blackadder hanging nervously in the background to interview those the detectives had finished with.
The detectives were still seething though; Agent Gibbs and his team had waltzed in here and asked about the Marine. Ok, so the 'N' stood for 'Navy,' but there were two other bodies involved, two civilians! Both detectives did not want to see the other two victims ignored just because some bureaucrat in DC wanted answers on his son's death.
Gibbs' voice had resonated with self-assurance and an insufferable arrogance that NCIS would be given the lead, without considering the fact that maybe, just maybe, someone in Baltimore knew how to do their job as well as Special Agent Gibbs believed he did his.
They needed to see McTavish and try to get sole jurisdiction; if they were forced to work alongside NCIS any longer, Sam would likely have strangled one of them with his bare hands and be stuck in a holding cell by the time DiNozzo finally unleashed his anger and shot the remainders.
With a quick look at each other, they knew that they would have to try something…anything! They got into their unmarked police car and headed across the city to see McTavish; he was their last hope in this NCIS infested nightmare.
"Shared jurisdiction?" Tony asked incredulously.
"Yes Detective DiNozzo; shared jurisdiction," McTavish emphasised firmly. "I don't like having to deal with out-of-towners either, especially not federal ones, but we are after the same thing. It's bad enough that I have the press and senior city officials breathing down my neck on the Vasquez case; I do not want to have to spend every other second talking to some bureaucratic asshole from DC in between the calls on missing girls and paedophiles! Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir," Sam replied, knowing that McTavish could not and would not reverse his decision. He could see the war raging in DiNozzo's mind, knew that Agent Gibbs had pissed him off because the Fed had pissed him off, but he also knew that DiNozzo would play ball if he had to…he would do his job.
DiNozzo was the job, and getting the guy was all anybody could ask for at the end of the day. He sometimes worried how far his young partner might go to get the bad guy and only hoped that the kid's reckless streak might be tamed with time.
Tony looked at his partner and looked at McTavish and knew that he should push no further. He'd worked with bigger arseholes than Agent Gibbs…he could do this!
"I understand Chief. Sorry," he said with sincerity. The NCIS Agent had pissed him off and he was getting angry with the wrong person. Gibbs had told him that some high-up in the White House was getting himself involved and McTavish was already under enough political pressure as it was; he didn't want to add to the Chief's problems.
McTavish had hired him, a newly promoted Homicide Detective with a file full of reprimands and wandering feet. McTavish had assigned him to Samuel Jacobs, one of the few people in the department that seemed to like Tony. McTavish kept Tony on, despite all the problems he had caused. He owed the man.
"I'll behave," he promised.
"I know you will Tony," McTavish sighed a breath of relief that his two detectives were going to play ball. "And I know that this Agent Gibbs has already managed to get on the wrong side of the both of you, but this is a triple murder, with no apparent motive.
"If we've got a professional working in our city we need to know who it is and who he works for. Baltimore may have a reputation but even here it's pretty rare to get a triple like this. And if this does tie in with the Hansford murders then that is another case we can hopefully close.
"If Gibbs or any member of his team screw-up, you come to me. If they withhold, or you think they're withholding anything from you, you come to me. If they become impossible to work with, you come to me. I have my own friends in Washington, and if they step out of line then I'm sure I can convince someone to remind their Director to get them to fall back in."
Both DiNozzo and Jacobs smiled appreciatively, glad to know that, although McTavish had been pressurised into making a decision he didn't want to, the man still had their backs.
"Go figure this case out. I'll put Wells as lead detective on the Vasquez case, but you both know the case better than anyone else so be prepared to be available if she needs you. Now piss off, I've got some smug liaison in DC that I've got to deal with. Play nice Detectives."
The partners let out a laugh as they exited the Chief's office. They headed back to the 22nd Precinct with much lighter hearts, despite knowing who would be waiting for them there.
Agent Gibbs was sitting at a desk, glaring at a computer. It had taken him a good few minutes to locate the keyboard underneath stacks of paperwork and once he finally had the computer on he realised just how dated it was, even a technophobe like himself knew that the desk-top was more than inadequate to deal with the rising importance of technology.
As he'd walked through the department earlier he'd even seen someone typing up their reports on a typewriter! He hoped their labs were kept better updated, otherwise the couriers between Baltimore and DC would be particularly busy delivering samples to Abby.
"You know Agent Gibbs, if you wanted a desk you could have just asked; you didn't have to steal mine," DiNozzo said languidly, leaning casually against a nearby desk with that grin while his partner lifted Nixon up out of the chair at his own desk.
"I guess that explains why I had to sift through so much paperwork just to find the damn keyboard then," Gibbs retorted, trying to hide his surprise. Very few people managed to sneak up on him; how had the tall Italian/American managed it?
DiNozzo frowned, momentarily losing the ever-present smirk that adorned his face: "You'd better not have messed with my filing system."
"You honestly expect me to believe that you have a system?" Gibbs asked sceptically.
"Oh, he does," Sam insisted. "That no one else can figure it out doesn't mean it's not a system or that you're an idiot; it just means Tony is rather…mentally challenged. Most people actually use that filing cabinet by their desk, DiNozzo."
"I do use it; it's got my toothbrush in it. And it's differently abled," Tony insisted with exasperation, as though this was a common conversation between the two. "The politically correct term is differently abled."
Gibbs wasn't sure he wanted to continue on with the conversation anymore. He'd talked to Morrow, and knew that they had shared jurisdictional rights. While he wasn't particularly happy about having to share the lead of the investigation, he was perfectly ready to get the two detectives to admit the fact that their bid for lead had been thwarted too.
"So what did your Chief say?"
Tony rolled his eyes, already aware that a man as fastidious as Gibbs would know that Baltimore PD had been pressurised to buckle to DC's demands. "We have shared jurisdiction," Tony said evenly, his voice not betraying the slightest bit of unhappiness he felt.
"Well, that'll be interesting," Nixon muttered mutinously. He might not much like Gibbs, but he was quite sure that he disliked the two Baltimore Homicide Detectives even more, well certainly DiNozzo at any rate.
Sam smiled and Tony smiled; they had the distinct advantage of being on home turf, and they knew how far McTavish would go to watch their backs. They didn't feel threatened by these NCIS Agents and the support network that their DC contacts contained.
Gibbs saw the smiles; they were not nice smiles. He was quite sure that the detectives were not ready to play nice, but if he'd read them right, then they would work together for the sake of the case. If that was their true concern then maybe they'd be able to work together to solve this thing after all; he didn't have to like it, but he could endure it, after all, he was a Marine and Marines make do.
"Yes Agent Nixon," Tony said, slapping a strong hand on the man's back. "I'm sure it will be interesting. In fact, I can guarantee it," he promised with a mischievous grin.
Gibbs didn't like the sound of that; nope…he didn't like the sound of that one bit!
Well, there you go; the teams have finally met and are not so impressed with each other. Let me know what you think!
BDU – Battle Dress Uniform, basically combat fatigues.
Next up – now that they have shared jurisdiction, the two teams have to work together to get results, but that's easier said than done. Sam tries to help Gibbs understand DiNozzo a little better.