"So, what do you want to do, boss?" Tony asked. Gibbs' face was red with anger and frustration. They needed to track down Michael Wimble, and they needed to do it quick. For Kate's sake. Losing her had sent Gibbs into a frenzy. Confusion swept over him when Gibbs stopped and leaned against his desk.
"Here's what we will do," he began as he looked to the team. "Tony, you will take Candice and the two of you will go to the District and ask about Wimble. See what information you can gather. McGee, you get CSU on the phone and find out what they have found. Whatever they find, I want it to our lab immediately. OK?" Timothy nodded and took a seat at his desk. "Well, DiNozzo, Candice, what are you waiting for?" he ordered. Candice's eyes dropped to her feet then she looked up at her father.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay, daddy?" she asked. He nodded and took in a deep breath.
"Just go, I'm gonna be fine," he demanded. Without another word, Candice and Tony headed down to the parking lot.
"Your dad's a tough guy, besides, if anyone will catch Morrissey, it'll be him," Tony told her. She looked upset. Due to the current events, who could blame her? Tony was totally out of his mind. How could someone be so heartless? It was a sick, twisted game to these people, and it was up to NCIS to put them behind bars. Quietly, the two agents crawled into Tony's car to go discover the downtown District. It was where all the druggies and hoodlums hung out. Any illegal activity could be found there.
"Shouldn't we look the part?" Candice asked. Tony sighed. She was right. If they went downtown in classy clothing, they'd be shot on suspicion of police work.
"True," he murmured, "But we're Federal Agents, we have guns, besides, you the part enough for the both of us," he teased. He was referring to her short, black leather pants and white tank top. Over top, she wore a black leather jacket. Her long curly hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her makeup was dark. The mascara she'd been wearing had run down her face with the tears earlier. She shot him a dirty look.
"Shut up DiNozzo. Just drive." It wasn't long before they were in the District. There were people scattered everywhere and many of them were lying in the street, next to dumpsters and scavenging for food or drugs. Tony slowed to a stop and a tall, long haired man approached them. He had long, frizzy hair and a shady goatee.
"What do you want?" he asked gruffly. Candi pulled out her badge and flashed it at the man.
"Michael Wimble," she demanded. He swallowed and shook his head.
"What makes you think I should tell you?" he asked sharply.
"He's involved with a murder. And if you tell me where I can find him, then I won't turn you into the FBI for trafficking. Now tell me where I can find Michael Wimble." The man took in a deep breath and looked to the ground.
"He headed south a few days ago."
"Where south?" she demanded.
"I think he was headed to Miami to close a huge deal. That's all I know. Sorry," he apologized as he stepped away from the car. Candi rolled up the window and motioned Tony to drive off.
"Well, my dad will be pleased to hear this. Now he's out of our jurisdiction," she muttered. Tony smiled. Finally, something she didn't know.
"We're federal agents, remember? We went to New York looking for Morrissey, we can sure as hell go to Miami looking for Wimble," he reminded her. She took in a deep breath.
"That wasn't what I meant, DiNozzo…" she murmured. He sunk into his seat and then remembered that her husband had worked in Miami.
"Sorry," he whispered. The rest of the ride back to the office was silent.
Upon entering the office, everyone was waiting for them. Tony felt awkward, like all the pressure was on him. They'd found a lead on Wimble and now everyone was anxious to know.
"So?" Gibbs asked coarsely as he folded his arms. Tony took in a deep breath, but before he could answer, Candi stepped forward.
"Wimble fled to Florida when he got wind that we were after him," she told him. Her father stared at her with sympathetic eyes.
"Well, then I need you and DiNozzo to go find him," he ordered. Her eyes fell shut as if it were inevitable.
"Yes, sir," she spat as she swung around and headed for the elevator.
"Are you sure that's a smart idea?" McGee asked. "Maybe I should go instead." Gibbs laughed.
"They would slaughter you down there after what you did." McGee's face twisted in anger and he stalked off.
"Maybe McGee is right, boss," Tony said. Gibbs eyed him. "Maybe it isn't a good idea for her to go down there. Too many memories."
"She'll be fine, DiNozzo. She'll be kept busy keeping you in line," Gibbs said as he smacked Tony on the back of the head and stalked off after his daughter. Tony groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. If Gibbs thought it was a good idea, then it must be, who was Tony to judge his boss. After all, how many mistakes had Gibbs actually made that he regretted.
"Well, I guess I'd better go pack."
