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Chapter Seven
Tony pulled away, rolling off Gibbs and sitting up. The older man joined him as they heard distant gunshots and yelling. Tony swore and stood up quickly, jogging to where he'd left his shoes next to the door. He shoved them on, pulling his clothes to rights and grabbed his jacket.
"What's going on?" Gibbs asked.
"No idea," Tony answered. "Could be anything, literally." He dug around in one of the jacket's pockets, eventually pulling out a short piece of chain with two keys on it. Pulling the chain apart he tossed one of the keys to Gibbs. "I'm going to go down there, see what the hell is going on okay? I'm gonna lock the door, but if you need to get out..." He gestured to the key in Gibbs' hand. "I wouldn't use it unless you have no other choice though, this building is full of vampires and if they start running for it... you won't get far in the middle of that lot, believe me. I'll be back as soon as I can." He left, locking the door behind him.
Gibbs looked at the key, then pocketed it, getting up from the bed and heading towards where his own shoes sat next to the door. He pulled them, and the thick, deep blue hooded sweater that Tony had given him on, then saw the photograph, still leaning against the lamp on the nightstand, just like it had been for nearly three weeks. He pocketed it, not even sparing Shannon and Kelly's smiling faces a glance, then headed for the window. He'd pulled the curtains partway across earlier due to a headache, and pushed them back now so he could see what was going on downstairs.
Looking down onto the building's front lawn, he could see the cause of the mayhem. Police cars were everywhere, and for a moment he thought it might have something to do with his team but he all of the cars he could see were marked, nothing with NCIS emblazoned on the side, or even any other federal agencies. This was all down to the local DC PD. He watched, not that he could see much; all of the action seemed to be taking place indoors. He toyed with the idea of leaving the room, considering it was a police raid but thought better of it, the vampires who resided here would probably be trying to get away even harder. No, he'd stay where he was for now.
He perched on the narrow windowsill, watching as the action calmed down. Vampires started appearing, led from the building in cuffs, two officers with each one. Gibbs knew that the cuffs were strengthened, and two chains ran from them, one held by each of the escorting officers to control the vampire should he or she decide to fight, much like a horse held in cross-ties. It was a simple, but highly effective method, that most vampires didn't even bother to fight.
He watched as more vampires were led from the building, but didn't see Tony. Humans started to be brought out too, most with a blanket wrapped around them. All were sent straight towards the ambulances that had started to arrive. EMT's were now almost as common as police officers on the grass outside, tending to the human victims. Most came from the building on their own two feet, but a few were brought out in wheelchairs, and one on a stretcher, covered in blood and was rushed over to a waiting ambulance, which left seconds later, sirens blaring.
There were a lot of victims, a lot more than Gibbs would have expected. Some vampires must have had more than one human as their prisoner here, either that or a lot of vampires had escaped. Unless both of those statements are true, Gibbs thought.
More vampires came from the building, these all had blood on their clothing, accompanied by small holes that could only have come from gunshot wounds. These ones must be the ones who resisted arrest. More cops surrounded those vampires, the ones who weren't holding chains had their guns drawn. Gibbs couldn't see where the vampires were taken, all of them so far had been escorted around the far corner of the building. The cops must have a holding area set up until the Vampire Council gets here.
Most Police Departments couldn't deal with vampires, as they required specially designed cells and trained officers with specialised equipment which most states couldn't afford to pay for. Federal Agencies had such facilities in some of their buildings, the NCIS office in DC being one of them (even if they could only hold two vampires at a time), but for the rest, that was where the Vampire Council came in.
Some people referred to them as 'Vampire Cops', but they weren't. They were basically prison officers, except they were an all vampire workforce. They escorted vampire prisoners from where they were arrested to a specialised prison, then back to the police department to be interviewed or courtrooms as required. They then dealt with the vampires if they were convicted of their crimes, not that anyone knew what 'dealt with' meant. All Gibbs knew was that any vampire convicted of rape, murder or non-consensual turning of a human being had never been seen or heard of again. Hell, most of the ones that were even suspected of doing something like that were never seen again. The vampire community didn't like criminals either, it seemed.
He still hadn't seen Tony anywhere. Gibbs wondered for a moment if maybe the vampire had taken off somewhere, but he didn't seem the type, at least not without taking Gibbs with him.
He jumped slightly at a knock on the door. Looking at it suspiciously, he made to get up, watching as the handle was tried. Someone spoke outside the door, quietly so Gibbs couldn't hear. The door flew open a few seconds later, kicked open by...
"Police! Put your hands in the air!"
Huh.
Two cops entered the room, one holding a gun, the other a taser, one of the few things capable of incapacitating a vampire, even if it was only for a few seconds. The one holding a taser kept it pointed at Gibbs who had raised his hands as ordered while the other cleared the rest of the room.
"Hang on. Hey Paul, isn't this the guy from the BOLO? The missing fed?" The one with the taser asked his partner. The 'missing fed' is standing right in front of you asshole, no need to talk about me like I'm not here.
His partner appeared from the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah it is. Agent Gibbs, right?" He directed the last part at Gibbs himself, who nodded, slowly lowering his hands as the two police officers lowered their weapons. They didn't holster them, but Gibbs didn't expect them to, for all they knew there were still vampires in the building and one could appear at any moment.
"Are you alright?" The one with the gun, Paul apparently, asked him.
"Yeah, I'm okay. No need for an ambulance for me," Gibbs answered, gesturing to the window. "Been watching. No cops injured?"
"Nah, we've done a few raids on places like these, we're becoming old hands now," Paul answered. "Damn places, for every one you take out another three appear." He shook his head. "The Vampire Council can make all the threats they like to vampires caught in places like these, but it doesn't seem to make much difference. Come on, lets get you out of here. You sure you don't need someone to look at you?"
Gibbs started to walk towards the door, sneaking a final glance around the room that he knew he'd never see again. "No, I'm fine. Save the EMT's for people who actually need them." From the look Paul shot his partner Gibbs could tell that the two cops didn't believe him, but he ignored them. Let them think what they like, I know nothing happened, and that's all that matters.
He continued looking around for Tony as he made his way out of the building with various escorts. Paul and his partner had taken him as far as the stairs, where he'd been handed off to another cop. He'd been pointed down the stairs, where he'd passed several more cops, one on each landing and at each exit door until he'd reached the lobby. This part of the building he hadn't seen before, having gone through the other exit into the parking garage the last time he'd left the building. Yet another cop pointed him across the room, indicating the best route through the blood, bullet casings and glass shards. The cops had marked a weaving path through with crime scene tape in an attempt to keep the evidence from being disturbed too much. Obviously this is the only exit other than the parking garage, which is probably off limits.
He made his way carefully down the marked path and outside to a flurry of activity. Lights flashed on the cars, sirens echoed as ambulances left and more police cars joined the fray. People were everywhere, tending to the injured, congregating in small groups. Cops were going in and out of the building constantly, but the flow of victims had mostly stopped, only a few being led from the building now, and no vampires in sight. No vampires, and no Tony.
Then he saw him. Green shirt and black jacket unmarked by blood (Gibbs wasn't surprised at the rush of relief he felt when he realised the vampire hadn't been injured in the fight), he was yelling at a grey haired police officer, the decorations on his uniform leading Gibbs to believe that he was of a high rank. Two detectives were flanking Tony, one with short greying brown hair, the other with black hair a little longer than Tony's, flopping in his eyes. Their arms were stretched out towards the vampire but not touching him, Gibbs wasn't sure whether they were going to restrain Tony or attempt to calm him down. The fact Tony wasn't cuffed made Gibbs inclined to think that the second option was correct. Gibbs paid extra attention to the black haired detective. He looked to be about the same age as Tony (well, the same age that Tony appeared to be), and as soon as he laid his hand on Tony's arm the vampire calmed down, which was strange, Gibbs thought. Tony turned, and a glint of silver hanging from his neck had Gibbs straining for a closer look, before an ambulance drove across his line of sight, backing up slowly to collect more victims. By the time it had crossed his line of sight, Tony and the black haired detective had disappeared, along with the other two older men, swallowed up by the crowd.
