George Philips sat with his arms folded in Interrogation Room 1, staring at the mirror and smirking slightly. George Philips, ex-marine and now brawl-room bouncer. He had nothing to fear from the FBI, what he was worried about was Agent Gibbs, word on the street was that ex Gunnery Sergeant, and one time MP always got his man and George was as guilty as sin. The door swung open and in strode Gibbs followed by what smelt like a Feeb.
"My I introduce Agent Fornell, FBI," Gibbs said quietly looking George in the eyes for the slightest reaction, "Agent Fornell had his sting interrupted by a body of one Petty Officer, whom I believe you knew, not just because she worked as an exotic dancer at the club, but because she was an escort for the McCready clan."
"Very good Gibbs, and where have you discovered I fit in?"
"Could be you wanted to start a distribution centre within the Barracks, you wanted people inside, so you could find out more on ceremonial and security missions within the Capitol. Who you really working for? And I don't think you have the brains for a one man show," Gibbs continued.
"If I talk, we cut a deal?" George enquired.
"No deal, murder is murder and that means jail," Fornell added.
"Ok I will say this, yes I knew your petty Officer, and yes I knew about the drugs, Stuarty is my sister's boyfriend. I overhead the two talking, and thought it would be good to maybe muscle in and, I knew Mary was to pick the drugs up, but then I thought why not me. I could have just mugged Stuarty or persuaded him, he is quite weak. Your PO didn't want to now of my plan, to infiltrate the Barracks and get the Navy at Norfolk. But we had a thing going, sex was good with her, in fact Agent Gibbs it was more than good, she liked to play hard and to have it hard, she liked a little chains and cords and a little leather strapping round her firm…."
"We get the picture," Fornell snapped, "So you saying a sex game gone wrong?"
"Oh yes very wrong. I know what you asked that afternoon Agent Fornell, and yes we do, do extras, but for paying guests….Mary doesn't know anything about that….just a few of the bouncers and management, let's say one of the clients got slightly more excited in her play games with your sailor, Agent Gibbs, and well petite mort turned into….."
"Real death, so now George…. group sex,…from both sides, sounds good if you are into that. Now you and the management are going to give us names of every person who was there that night, then we may manage to give you a lighter sentence," Fornell finished saying, as Gibbs laid a pen and sheet of paper in-front of George.
Epilogue
"Gas leak at the store then, poor workmanship, just can't get the workmen these days," Gibbs replied as he served up chilli to Fornell," Now this is how it should be, I spent enough time in Mexico to know."
"Yep, and just as well I didn't know about the sex club, I wouldn't have known which way to look."
"Oh yeah, could have feigned a headache," Gibbs began to laugh looking at his friend.
"No sex then, but maybe Stuarty was right, that Peepers Jeepers store, it was more than just a clothing shop," as Fornell continued to eat, as he heard his cell ring, "No peace for the wicked…yeah Fornell….ok be there 30mins," as closed the call, "Hey Gibbs, any chance of a carry out," pointing to the meal and smiling, as he watched Gibbs go to the kitchen and bring back some containers.
"Enjoy Tobias," as Jethro handed his friend the remainder from the kitchen.
"Thanks Jethro must do this again sometime," as he turned and walked out the house.
The End
