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Finally updated. I already have the next chapter written so the more review I get, the quicker I update.
Also, one reviewer was a little coonfused on how Tony gave Ziva the jacket if they were cuffed. Hope I explained that here...
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"Aw," Peter said, stepping back into the room, "he gave you his jacket." The sickly sarcasm in his voice was impossible to miss.
Ziva rolled her eyes and Tony shrugged. "She was cold. I wasn't," he said. "It seemed like the logical thing to do. Not that you would know much about logic."
"Why is it inside-out?"
Tony stared at him. "We're still cuffed. It was the only was to get it off me and onto her."
Peter, having realized it was just better to try and ignore the smart-ass remarks, pulled out his phone. "Time to call again."
Tony reached out for the phone, but Peter held it back.
"I'm doing all the talking this time."
Tony just shrugged and pulled his hand back as Peter dialed the number.
Again, he had to wait no more than two rings before it was answered with the standard- "Gibbs."
Gibbs stepped into Vance's office without knocking, ignoring the protests of the secretary. Vance looked up immediately.
"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?"
Gibbs fixed him with a stare. "David and DiNozzo have been kidnapped." He noted Vance's posture changed somewhat. "They want a million dollars for their safe return."
"Agent Gibbs, you know that we don't-"
"Negotiate with criminals," Gibbs finished for him. "I have no intention of actually giving them a million dollars, Director."
"What do you plan on doing then?"
Gibbs gestured for Vance to follow him, leaving the office and walking down to the bullpen. McGee looked up at his arrival.
"Boss, is-"
Gibbs' cell began to ring.
"Trace it," Gibbs said. Then he answered the phone. "Gibbs."
"Ah, Agent Gibbs. Do you have the money?"
"You said I had three days."
The voice chuckled. "Yes, I did." He paused and Gibbs could imagine him grinning. "Unfortunately there has been a change of plans. I need the money by tonight."
Gibbs grew angry out of concern for his agents. "That wasn't part of the deal."
"With all due respect, I'm the one making the deals."
Gibbs ran a hand over his face. "Where and when?"
"Tonight. Ten o'clock. The corner of Woodland and Frank Street."
"Okay."
"And Agent Gibbs?" There was a pause. "Come alone. I'm sure you would hate for the woman to lose her head."
Dial tone.
Gibbs turned to McGee. "You get a trace?"
McGee nodded. "Address is printing out now. It's an old house on South Street."
He stood and began to gear up.
"Sit down."
"Boss?"
Gibbs sighed. "If he hears us coming, they die." He checked his watch. "We have two hours until we need to make the drop. There's no point storming in and risking getting them killed."
"So what to we do?"
Gibbs looked at Vance and then at McGee.
"We give him what he wants."
Preview of next chapter:
Peter pulled a key out of his pocket. Then he pulled a small remote control from his other pocket. "See this?" He jingled the key. "Yours. Your agents are in the basement of 129 South Street." He threw Gibbs the key.
Gibbs caught it with ease. This was too easy. Way too easy. There was something else. His eyes focused on the remote in Peter's other hand.
Peter continued, "And this," He held the remote up, "this is a trigger. A trigger that will detonate the bomb in the basement of 129 South Street."
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