Sorry for the delay, no excuses. Every time I sat sown to write the 'blahs' came over me.
The two teams sat and listened as Abby then Ducky brought them up to date with their finding from the latest crime scene. It was unusual for the BAU team to have access to a doctor of Ducky's caliber give them such an in depth report. On the other hand Abby's report as concise as it is, isn't as helpful as they had hoped.
"I'm sorry, I really am. I went over everything twice. There just wasn't anything worthwhile to process. Nothing that would be of any help at least," Abby by tells them all then she sighs softly.
"Just like the last crime scenes then." Tim ponders.
Hotch scans the people at the table before he settles his eyes on Penelope. "Garcia, what did you find?"
"Nothing of any use, I put all of the victims' names through all of my data bases. The only thing that came up is a rewards card for the same store. But,"
Ziva stands holding her cup tightly in her hand. "I told you we should have let McGee do the computer work. I'm certain that he would have found something. Instead she has lost us valuable time." She spits out as she tosses her empty cup in the nearby trash can.
Garcia looks at Hotch with a blank expression on her face, but a look in her eyes he knows all too well. "I'd like to continue please."
"Go on Kitten what did you find for us." Rossi tells her as he sits forward in his seat.
"As you know I was here very late last night. I was going through all of the videos that we have. I almost missed it because it happened so fast." She tells them as she types on her laptop sending the information to the plasma on the wall.
The video plays for the agents, she doesn't say anything just letting them watch the crime. "This is foolishness there is nothing there, just a stabbing, a blitz attack. There is nothing to see."
Gibbs looks over at Ziva and glares. "Knock it off. Just because your bad driving caused you problems don't take it out on the rest of us."
"Come on Baby-girl, don't tease."
"Pay attention to the unsubs' hand. He touches the underside of the arm of the side view mirror with just his pinkie. It was just after two-thirty in the morning when I saw it, I called in a favor. Talked to one of my favorite detectives and told him exactly what I wanted. I would have called you Abby but it was very late and I knew that you had already left your labs."
Playing the video again, the teams can see why it was missed the first time they watched the CCTV video. "I talked to Mike ten minutes before we started he said he would call me, to give him twenty."
"Did he have any trouble getting the print?" Emily asks.
"Not that i know of, I just owe two favors now. One for Mike and one for Ken, the CSI where the car is being held in the impound lot."
Everyone looks at Gibbs then at Rossi seeing both of them smile and shake their heads slightly. "What not? By the end of the month I'll be I the black again and they will be owing me."
"Garcia?"
"Yes, Dr. Reid. Before you ask I went through the other videos. There was nothing there, I think he is playing with us."
She can't help but smile when her cell rings. "Good morning Mike, I'm going to put you on speaker I've got team here waiting for your results."
"The composite you made is an exact match. Two-bit criminal, petty crimes in and out of prison most of his adult life. His last stay he was beaten severely made friends with the wrong people, head trauma. According to the prison reports his behavior changed he would have violent outbursts at slightest provocation other times he would be mild would follow orders and be the ideal inmates." the agents can hear the rustling of some paper. "Perps name is Justin Marks, there is another male in the hotel room, he matches your composite perfectly; there is nothing on him at all in our system. We caught a break and a big one for you guys, one of our undercover detectives was with me when I was pulling the file, he passed the information on to the rest of his unit."
"How does this help detective ?" JJ asks.
Mike can't help but laugh. "You're going to love it. A couple of our undercover guys doing their thing near the hotel, gangs and drugs. They were hanging out in front of the Bodega, spotted them. They will keep watch until you get there. You won't have any trouble identifying them Morgan and DiNozzo play ball with them. "
"Thanks, did you happen to. . ."
"I sent the address and the mug shot we have on file before the beating he got in prison to your email. They never took and exit picture, a big mistake on the guards part. Gotta go we just caught a double." He closes the call before anything else can be said.
A smiling Garcia closed her cell before gathering her things, she stops and looks at Ziva. "Not bad for a courtesan; or is it a Harlequin?"
While the younger agents chuckled softly at Garcia's comments, Gibbs and Hotch were ever so grateful that they were able to hide their reaction; practice from having to deal with criminals and agents alike.
Rossi on the other hand didn't give a damn what anyone thought about him. "Great work Kitten."
"Abby you and Ducky go back to the office I'm sure you both have work and reports to do."
"Gibbs are you going to say something? She shouldn't be talking to me like that, she isn't an agent only a tech. I deserve more respect than she is showing me. I demand that she be punished, suspended at least."
"What did you expect Ziva? Garcia is a member of the BAU and works with the best profilers in the world. Maybe you need a refresher class; seems like your Mossad training is lacking in reading people. Another thing respect is earned, you haven't earned it as far as I can see."
The bosses wait until Garcia is gone before they make any plans to the arrests. "Morgan and DiNozzo you pair up, meet up with your friends get a feel for the place." Hotch orders.
"McGee you go with Prentiss and JJ. Make sure you follow their lead."
"Yes Boss."
"I'm going to Garcia's office. I'll feed you information. I bet she has already tapped into any and all CCTV in the area." Reid tells them before he leaves the office.
"I do not understand why I could not go with Tony to meet the undercover LEOs." Ziva protests from the back seat of the FBI's SUV.
Dave shifts in his seat next to her so he can look at her. "Tony and Derek have been playing ball with a group of undercover LEOs and agents for years. They have developed a good working reputation and they trust each other. They can signal to convey a move without having to talk to one another it takes time to build that kind of trust. Having you involved would disrupt their game play."
Not liking being left out of the action she schools her features. "Did you know about this group that Tony plays ball with, Gibbs."
"Yeah, some of them have come over for steak too."
"I will tell Tony to let me join and play."
"You don't meet the criteria, Officer David." Hotch tells her looking at her with the rear view mirror.
"Ha, I'm sure I can beat any of them in any game they choose. I have been well trained by Mossad, being a woman should not count against me."
Hotch doesn't even bother to look at her as he responds "You have to be at least six feet tall. Some of the woman, yes there are women players, are better than some of the men. You're just too short."
As luck would have it they were too late by the time they rest of the two teams arrived. Tony and Derek along with the two undercover LEO's had the unsubs cuffed and sitting on the sidewalk.
Tony looks at Morgan and laughs. "Your lead, I'm here as backup, you tell them."
Morgan rubs the back of his head as the bosses come closer. He smiles at Hotch then shrugs. "They tried to rob the bodega, the owner is a former DI at Parris Island. Told us he recognized DiNozzo as being NCIS and the two undercover guys he's seen out and about. He held his weapon on them we cuffed them."
It was all anticlimactic after that, prisoners to be booked and processed. Then their least favorite thing to do; reports had to be written up.
Ziva finished her report, such as it was she did nothing; same as the rest of the team. "Gibbs will we be bringing the prisoners back to NCIS to be charges there as well?"
"Nope they crossed state lines federal laws take precedence. JAG will send over a lawyer to add what ever charges are needed."
"Dumb luck." Rossi says as he pours coffee into the cups in the small kitchenette.
Thanking Rossi for the coffee. "I just wish all of our cases were lucky." Emily sighs.
"We going out for dinner and drinks?" Reid queries.
Picking up his coffee Hotch shakes his head. "Go if you want, Garcia and I can't go. She is working on something for someone else. I'm here as her legal backstop. shouldn't take her long it's just the reports that take time. "
"I don't want to know any more. Less I know the better off I am." Morgan admits. "Come on DiNozzo a quick pick up game then we can join them for dinner, seven good with all of you?"
A few days later just after eight at night Gibbs unlocks the door to a comfortable home, after locking and resetting the alarm he goes in search of the home's owner. Surprisingly he finds her in the kitchen, dressed in a very large man's shirt that is long enough to cover her bottom, cleaning her supplies after painting small Blue flowers on the kitchen cabinets.
He stands there watching her for a minute, somehow she has managed to get paint on her hair, face and well to be honest there is not a spot that doesn't have paint on it. It looks good on her makes her all the more beautiful. "Coffee or would you like a drink?"
"A drink would be great. Thanks."
She hands him his drink and smiles softly as she sips her own. It is the ringing of his cell that destroys the mood, the gentle seduction that they are playing. "You should answer it. It might be important."
He barks in his usual greeting. "Gibbs." as his mouth goes suddenly dry as she starts to unbutton the shirt that she is wearing
"Gibbs, you have to come tell these imbeciles to let me go. They have no right to hold me and impound my car. They have taken license away and shredded it in front of me."
"What did you do?" he asks as Penelope's starts on the last button'
" Nothing! They said I failed to yield then they wanted me to take blow away test, I refused."
"Nothing I can do Ziva call a cab."
"Gibbs you have to come help me."
"Goodnight Ziva." he closes the call and looks at Penelope.
"Penelope, did you have anything to do with all of the tickets and trouble Ziva is having with the LEO's with her driving?"
Smiling she looks like a very satisfied lioness after killing her prey, turning half way. "I could use a little bit of help, I know it's not snowing but a marine like you would never let a lady wash all of this paint off on her own. Would you?" she asks as she finishes turning letting the shirt drop at her feet reveling that she is completely bare as she walks toward her bedroom.
Finishing his drink he follows her stripping his clothes away as he does. The answers to his question doesn't seem to matter, not right now anyway.
The en-suite bathroom had seen better days by the time they were finished removing the paint and the explosive shower sex.
"It's a shame we don't have more snowy days, I could get used to helping you." He tells her as they are in bed.
"Snowy days or not, I will always be need your help in one way or an other right now I have this itch." She tells replies then she pulls the sheet aside, smiling she lowers her. . . .
The end.