Tyler now had 3 fresh bruises, one on his neck from Mcgee, one on his cheek from Tony, and one under each eye. Gibbs had probably broken his nose, but nobody seemed to mind. Gibbs walked into observation.
"Get out" he ordered at the attendent, who nervously picked up his briefcase and scurried away. Gibbs pressed the power buttons on both computers and the camera sitting on the tripod. Tony and McGee walked in a moment later, both fuming. 2 minutes after they all stood in stony silence, staring at the door, Ziva walked in, looking miserable, but determined.
"You broke his face." she whispered.
"You didn't hear what he said about you." Tony replied through clenched teeth. "And look what he did to yours." Ziva refocused her eyes so she could look at her reflection on the glass. Her black eye wasn't looking much better, and her jaw was swollen and red.
"I want to talk to him." she mumbled quietly.
"Not happening." Gibbs said.
"Yes, happening. I'll handle it." she returned. Gibbs started to say something else, but she glared at him.
"Fine. After I get a word with him."
"And me." Tony said.
"Me too." McGee said roughly.
"Well, while you are all going to have a word with that ass, I'm going to actually kill him." a voice from the door said. Abby walked in wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a malicious grimace. "He's SO DEAD."
"Abby, you won't interrogate him."
"I already said I wasn't going to." she said back at Gibbs, with a sweet smile. Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"Microphone off. Camera...off."
"Here's his file."
"Have fun!" Abby squealed, and leaned against the glass with excitment. After a second, she wrapped her arms around Ziva. "Gibbs will destroy him, Zi."
"I do not want him destroyed. I want him to be the same as when I met him." Ziva said sadly.
"I know. But now he's going away for a very long time to a place where he can't hurt anybody."
"'Cept his fellow prisoners." Tony said. Abby giggled as Gibbs threw down the file on the other side of the glass.
"Why am I here?" Tyler asked in a snotty tone."You have no righ-"
"I have every right. One, resist of arrest, two" he counted them on his fingers "Two, assult of federal agent. Agents actually. Three, Domestic violence Four, breaking restraining order. I could figure out some more, if you'd prefer."
"Restraining order?" Ziva asked.
"That was me." McGee said "Hacked into the court system, and set a restraining order for you against him, for...uh...yesterday." he finished with a guilty smile. Ziva returned it.
"Restraining order?" Tyler barked.
"Yep."
"What the hell?"
"Shut up."
"Why am I in an interrogation cell?"
"I figured you needed a little talking to, before they sent you to State Pen."
"What federal agent?"
"Mine."
"I didn't even know she was a fed, I swear!"
"What kind of excuse is that, exactly? Jesus, she kept a gun on her." Tyler was silent. Gibbs stood up, and Tyler flinched slightly. "Look, I have...three-" there was a tap on the glass. Gibbs smiled."-four more agents in there who are royally pissed and would honestly like to put a bullet...mutiple ones infact, in you. And they are all armed, so I would suggest not talking back, or smart."
"What? Your not going to let me leave?"
"Not for a long time. But we'll get you to the police as soon as humanly possible. We don't want to inconvenience you in any way." He left the room and returned to observation.
"Abs, you're next." He paused, looking at the excited forensic scientish. "Actually, McGee, go with her."
She sighed impatiently, but didn't argue. She happily skipped to the door, and McGee opened it for her.
"You're an agent?" he asked incredeously. Although she wasn't wearing a skit today, just purple dyed army pants, she did look rather goth.
"Nope, I'm a forensic scientist. And a pissed one." he scoffed. She smacked her hands down on the table and leaned into his face."You ever been tortured, Marine?" he shook his head with a smirk. She took a little vial out of her pocket and held it in front of his face. "This is Soium Toxide. One drop of this, the most excrutiating death you could imagine, times ten. Torture in a bottle." she leaned over to his ear, and whispered: "Doesn't. Leave. A. Trace." She stood back up, and held out her hand to McGee. "McGee? Gun."
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