Gibbs felt his heart drop as the SAS men dragged a woman to the front of the group, four guns trained on her.
"Abby!" he screamed, falling to his knees. McGee immediately drew out his pistol and aimed it at Blunt. It was obvious he had a thing for the goth forensic scientist.
"Let her go. Or feel this bullet." McGee was not a stuttering probie, but a very pissed off Special Agent. And, even Gibbs had to admit that McGee looked pretty darn scary, with his gun pointed at Blunt and a dark expression on his normally mellow face.
"Oh, how sweet-" Blunt was cut off as a bullet from McGee's Sig curved into his leg. As the Head of MI6 dropped to the floor in pain, two of the SAS men advanced onto McGee, but before they got there, a swift kick knocked one of the men out. A fearsome Israeli woman pivoted on her feet and glared pointedly at the other man.
"I am sure you SAS men have dealt with many taskforces of the modern world." Ziva spoke smoothly in the crisp accent of hers.
"So? What is it to you what we have done, bitch?" snarled one of the SAS men. Ziva took ten deep breaths before answering. She was scared that she would kill one of the men before their little encounter was over.
"Have you dealt with an organisation called Mossad before?" she demanded, grinning sadistically when four out of five men paled considerably and began to quake in their boots at the very mention of the name.
"Yes. They are nothing but-" the last man was swiftly silenced as Ziva punched him. When he retaliated, Ziva snatched his hand and threw him with such force over her shoulder that the man smashed into a wall completely dazed. She then removed a wicked looking blade from her bra and held it against Blunt's throat, whilst McGee helped Abby up. As Ziva began to confiscate the man's belongings, Abby saw one of the men sneak up behind her back. She slipped behind the idiotic soldier and whipped out her taser. He twitched when he felt the barbed wire snag his shirt, but ignored it. But that was when an angry Abby switched the taser's volts to the highest and pressed the button. A thousand volts of electricity shot through the length of wire, and the man leapt four feet into the air, shrieking and shouting. He landed in a writhing pile on the floor. When he tried to get up, Abby slammed her finger on the button till he lay submissive.
"That, is what happens to people who mess with Abby and her friends. Anyone else want a piece of this?!" she demanded, glaring angrily at the men.
"Sorry fellas, but I guess all of you, including Blunt will be locked up for tonight." Tony skipped around handcuffing the men.
"What are our crimes?" demanded one of the men, jerking his chin threateningly at the Israeli-ninja.
"Hmm, let me answer this, Ziva?" Tony asked in a sickly sweet voice, with a hint of challenge.
"Of course. After all, you are the cop." she replied in an equally sweet voice. The others had to hide a chuckle; those two made an amazing couple!
"Okay... First of your dastardly actions, infiltrating a federal agency that is not in your country. Secondly, shooting a member of an American taskforce, in the Cold Cases Department." Tony said with a voice like a TV presenter. At the mention of a shot agent, the MCRT looked over at the cold cases department, and saw the team crowding around a body. Gibbs hastily called for 911.
"Thirdly, you guys were knowingly, or unknowingly manipulated into the actions of the terrorist group, SCORPIA, of which your honorable boss is one of the Executives of SCORPIA; the Mole of MI6." Tony finished the sentence with a flourish. Gibbs smirked inwardly; Tony did have his moments. The SAS men were shocked at the news, and in various degrees of bewilderment/shock.
"And that is why you dudes are arrested."Tony began to read the soldiers' their rights.
"...will be taken into evidence." Tony led the conscious and moving men into the elevator, with McGee and his gun and Abby and her taser trained on them. Subtle.
"Excuse me, Gibbs? What should I do about the ones who are asleep?" questioned Ziva, as she handcuffed them.
"Take them to Bethesda. DiNozzo will do the rest." Gibbs said with a smile, returning to his desk.
"What is the status?" asked Gibbs, gulping a large mouthful of coffee.
"Agent Sandy Myers of the Cold Cases department just came out off surgery. He had a bullet lodged in his shoulder. Blunt is in a secure cell in Bethesda, the guy Abby tased is in the Trauma bay, and so is the one that got slammed against the wall, apparently he is suffering from a broken collarbone and concussion. The guy I kicked is on the way to the NCIS as we speak." Ziva spoke, sipping form her Berry Mango Madness.
"Blunt is waiting to be interrogated. I was with K-Unit, the men that tipped us off, and got the information needed." Tony held up a file. Gibbs flicked through it approvingly. It was the SAS profiling.
"And I made sure that Abby was OK and got the autopsy report on the Colman case. And Blunt is waiting in the interrogation room." McGee looked up from his computer.
"Good. Ziva, come with me. We are going to interrogate Blunt. DiNozzo, you are doing body language." Gibbs ordered.
"Hmm yeah. But that guy Blunt is like a robot-" Tony began to speak, but was cut off by Alex.
"And he is void of any emotion."
"Yes indeed. That man is like a psychopath." muttered Ziva.
"That is because he is a psychopath. I cannot believe that he is the head of both SCORPIA and MI6." corrected Alex. "By the way, are you all right, Abby?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Blunt is really the son of a bitch." she remarked. Gibbs winced; Abby never spoke ill of someone. Ever.
"You must really hate Blunt, Abby." McGee started to say, but was cut off by an annoyed Abby.
"That bastard kidnapped me from my lab and held me hostage in return for Alex! And he hurt Gibbs, Timmy. And you, and Tony, and Ducky, and Alex! Oh my God, that man is so evil!" she fumed, gulping blindly from her Caf-Pow!
"Okay, you guys have one hour before we get back to work. One hour only. Am I clear, DiNozzo?" barked Gibbs, grinning when Tony fell off his chair with a loud 'gaaaah'.
"Umm, boss, it is ten pm and Director Shepard declined to let us stay in the building after ten." stammered McGee, his earlier bravado extinguished.
"Yeah, sure. Head home. Alex, come with me." Gibbs left the room.
As the team filed out of the room, Alex could not help feeling a pang of guilt; Special Agent Myers was in hospital, and the SAS men were only following orders.
Or were they?
A/N: Coz you guys are amazing, I am getting another chapter up today, and maybe another one if I work fast. Thxxxxx. And I may or may not update tomorrow because I am going strawberry picking, yayy!
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Jeanne
