Drinks After Work
Chapter4: The Crime Scene
Gibbs had received a frantic call from Ziva, which was highly unusual for her. As he was running past officers to the scene he started flashing his badge to avoid being stopped unnecessarily. He got to the deli as the ambulance pulled away.
"Who's in charge here?"
"That would be Capt. Gerkin," a young officer replied pointing to a suit about ten feet away.
Approaching the suit, Gibbs searched the area for his people.
"Where are my agents?"
"You must be Special Agent Gibbs." Gerkin offered his hand.
Refusing to shake hands, Gibbs gave the captain a stare. "I asked you a question!"
While walking with Gibbs toward the deli Capt. Gerkin began with the sit-rep.
"Your two agents inadvertently surprised a robbery in progress." He aimed the lead agent in Zivas' direction.
Gibbs drew close to Ziva, slowly sitting beside her on the curb.
Zive looked up into the concerned, worried face of her boss. Even though he didn't say anything, she knew his was giving her a moment to compose her thoughts enough to answer him.
"Well, uh," Ziva took a deep breath before continuing.
"McGee opened the door for me, before I realized what was happening, he shoved me to the floor down the first aisle. I heard the shot, I, I, heard the shattering glass. By the time I got up the shooter was out the door, jumping over McGee and took off."
"What did he look like?"
"Like every other kid, jeans down to his knees, white hoodie up over his head."
"Kid?"
"He moved very quickly, agile."
"So, that's what he was wearing. What did he look like Ziva?"
"I don't know. Oh my God Gibbs, I don't know!"
"Alright, it's alright, we'll figure it out."
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The first thing Tony saw when he arrived was Ziva wrapped in Gibbs arms being comforted.
"Boss, Ziva, how's McGee? Where is he?"
"He's on his way to the hospital with a shoulder wound."
Gibbs stood up, looking toward the crime scene, he slipped onto boss mode.
"DiNozzo, start snapping and sketching.
Ziva tag and bag."
Gibbs walked over to the clerk, who stood nervously, as Gibbs closed in on him.
"Special Agent Gibbs, your name?"
"Giovanni Rusco, sir."
"Ok, Giovanni, take a seat, breathe slowly, and tell me what you saw."
"Three men, two white and one was, I don't know he was a light brown, you know Hispanic or maybe bi-racial."
"Beside the way they were dressed; did you notice anything else, anything in their mannerisms?"
"They wore those new sneakers that would've cost me a weeks' wages and yellow bandanas like…." He paused.
"Like what," Gibbs insisted.
"Look it was a local gang and I have to work and live here…."
"And I have an agent on his way to the hospital with a bullet in him!" Gibbs stepped up to the mans' face.
"Look, they had the colors and the tats of the J.Y.D. Except the shooter, no tat."
"Okay, how'd it go down?"
"The first guy went back towards the meat counter. The last fella headed down the first aisle."
"So the shooter was second in the door?"
"Yeah he walked over here really nervous and all. Just hung around and waited."
"For…?"
"Listen, your agent and his girl walked in and all hell broke loose. If you ask me it was an initiation. Probably earned his JYD tat tonight."
Gibbs turned on his heels and yelled for DiNozzo.
"Yes boss?"
"Grab Ziva, check the tattoo parlors between here and the docks. We're looking for a fresh JYD tattoo."
"JYD?" Ziva asked after coming in at the end of the conversation.
"Junk Yard Dogs," both men chimed.
The surveillance camera showed the three men enter the store, guns visible in their waistbands. The first suspect reached into his hoodie, pulled out a spray can and hit camera one with black paint.
Camera two caught the flash of the gunshot from the back of the store. Number three had the perpetrators running through the door heading east on Liberty Street.
