Sorry for the wait but this story just did not want to be written, but I managed to find a plot bunny hiding in the dark recesses of my mind and this is what I came up with. I want to thank everyone that reviewed they really mean a lot to me and make me smile which of course prompts me to write more. Hopefully I haven't let you down with this chapter, hope you all like it. It has a bit more action that usual.
Chapter Eight
Time to Act
It didn't take long for Tony to call Danny when he had been let out, he had to get to a safe place first where no one could eavesdrop on the conversation so he headed back to his apartment, not fearing being followed because at this point he was sure no one had anything on him.
He whistled as he walked home, gaining a few appreciative looks from women and a few head nods from men who recognised the tune. He jogged up the stairs casually, searching his pockets for his keys and opened the door quickly.
"DiNozzo." Tony grabbed the gun out of his pocket and pointed it at the voice, sighing when it turned out to be Gibbs.
"Gibbs." Tony put his gun back in its holster. "Don't you think it's a bit risky coming here?"
"Nah." Gibbs shrugged, standing up from his place on the couch. "Figured you were good enough to not be under surveillance anymore." He didn't tell Tony about the search he'd done of the apartment as soon as he'd gone in.
Tony nodded and walked into the kitchen. "You want anything?"
"Coffee." Tony grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and went to the fridge for milk, almost bumping into Gibbs as he was stood in front of it. Tony stopped moving and leant against the counter. "Okay, so what's with the visit? Or did you just miss me?"
Gibbs smirked. "Heard something interesting today."
When he didn't say anything more Tony waved his hands in a gesture for him to continue.
"And?"
"And apparently the Red's have been planning a break in, in one of the warehouses down the pier."
"How did you know about that?" Tony asked bewildered, as he'd only found out about that a few days ago.
Gibbs smirked again. "I know a guy." The kettle clicked to show that it had finished and Tony continued making the coffee, adding creamers to his and nothing to Gibbs' having a feeling that he wasn't a man to enjoy the flavours. He had the feeling he liked his coffee black and he was right as Gibbs took a sip and decided it was decent.
He sipped his own coffee feeling content with knowing that there was someone who had his back in his situation, he wasn't used to it. Danny was always there but they both knew that he wasn't the best cop he could be, and he didn't try. He was mostly there for companionship and so that there wasn't a need for extra paperwork.
"I'm going in." Tony commented casually, feeling Gibbs' eyes lock onto his face as he looked down at his cup. "There's something in that warehouse that Jose really wants."
"Do you know what it is?"
"No, but I'll find out soon enough." Both of them were hoping it was something incriminating enough to bring down the entire organisation, but it seemed too good to be true. Tony knew that it sounded like a straight-forward enough job but there was a nagging feeling in his heart that something was going to go wrong.
"Hey." Tony looked up to catch Gibbs' bright blue eyes. "It'll be fine, you've done stuff like this before."
"How do you know that?" Tony grinned.
"I know a guy."
Gibbs went back to the station after he had finished his talk with DiNozzo, he wanted to help the kid but it was proving difficult as the situation he'd gotten himself into escalated. He knew that this information could be the key to ending the investigation and he wanted that for himself, DiNozzo and the family members of all who the Red's had killed.
"You." He pointed to one of the receptionists. "Get me the Chief." Under Gibbs' hard stare he immediately scurried off, Gibbs walked into the squad room, eyes immediately finding Danny as he lounged at his desk, not seemingly worried that his partner was in ever increasing danger.
Gibbs kicked the chair out from underneath him, quelling his rage as Danny yelped and fell to the floor, it felt good to hurt someone. His eyes snapped up as movement alerted him to the presence of his two idiots.
"You two." He pointed at them. "Get Abby and Ducky on the phone." They bumped into each other as they tried to go in opposite directions. Gibbs rolled his eyes and wondered what felt like the fifteenth time what he did to deserve those two. He must have been someone awful in a previous life.
Danny finally got up on the floor, rubbing his ass where he fell on it. Gibbs hoped it left a bruise.
"WHat are you doing?" He snarled as he saw who knocked him off his chair.
"What are you doing? Your partners out there all by himself, and you don't even check in? Do you even care?" Gibbs stepped closer with every word until they were face to face, spit flying in Danny's.
"Do you?" Gibbs stopped.
"Yeah, yeah I do." Danny was breathing heavily, he moved away from Gibbs and walked over to his desk, picking up a file that he thrust into Gibbs' chest just as the Chief came over.
"Gibbs? My office." Gibbs didn't appreciate being told what to do, but he knew better than to piss off someone you wanted help from, last time he did that it ended badly for everyone involved.
He glared at Danny before moving past, ignoring Idiots one and two as he walked into the Chief's office. He stood impatiently waiting for the Chief to sit down.
"DiNozzo's in trouble." He told him.
Chief's eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?"
"My gut."
Tony walked into the warehouse, knowing exactly where he was supposed to be going having memorised all routes in and out of the place. He didn't want to be in here longer than he had to. He stopped as he heard a noise behind him.
Turning around quickly, he reached for his gun and levelled it in front of him.
"Who's there?" He cocked the gun. "Show yourself."
There was a short laugh followed by a gunshot, Tony dove to the ground hurrying over to the nearest cover. A few more bullets passed him, making him duck his head as to not be hit. He determined that there was two or three shooters and raised his head to get a better look, regretting it when bullets flew overhead. He thought himself lucky when they turned out to not have very good aim, he raised his head again, managing to land a hit on one of the unknown marksmen.
He heard a door bang open from somewhere in front of him, knowing that it was one of the fire exits opening, he could only hope it wasn't another enemy. Luck seemed to be on his side as he saw silver hair peeking from behind a pillar.
It was Gibbs.
He fired at the two remaining shooters, Tony heard a cry of pain that meant that he'd hit one of them and raised his head, aiming at the other. He saw a shoe from behind a crate and kept his gaze on it as he came out from behind his hiding place, nodding to Gibbs he noticed that he'd already seen as well.
They moved in unison towards the shoe, Tony gripped his gun tighter as it twitched, moving so that it was covered along with the rest of the mans body, but it was too late. He'd been seen.
Tony went one way while Gibbs went the other and they trapped the guy without him knowing. Rounded the corner of the crate Tony noticed that the shooter's attention was fixed on Gibbs and disarmed him before he could take a shot, he slid the gun away from his hand and grabbed the back of the guy's shirt as his legs tensed in a way that looked like he was about to run.
"Not so fast." He said, pushing him against the crate while Gibbs checked him for any other weapons. They caught each others eyes and nodded. Tony was aware that they made a better team than he ever expected, the gruff marine was not exaclty his first choice in partner and he knew he was the same for him, but he knew that they got each other and that was something he really needed at this point.
It was something so rare that he knew it was be tough giving it up.
Once it became clear that he had no other weapons on him, Tony let go and moved back a bit knowing that there was no way he would try to run with Gibbs gun pointing at him. Gibbs threw a wallet at him and he opened it to see that the man's name was Greg Hubert.
"So Greg, want to tell me what you're doing here?" Tony asked casually, leaning against the wall behind him and giving the impression that this was something he did everyday.
Greg didn't seem to want to say anything, he was looking between the two men seemingly deciding who he would be able to take on and he ran towards Tony. Well he would have if Gibbs hadn't grabbed him and thrown him back down, his blue eyes blazing.
Tony hoped that look would never be directed towards him.
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