Vin lifted the silver phone to his ear. He had been told about this Special Agent Gibbs from Emily who seemed to know more than she wanted to admit.

"I told you already. He was on an investigation I was a witness to," Tony strained to hear through the door where Emily and this 'Guy' were talking. "What? No of course not. Gibbs isn't like that."

DiNozzo stopped trying to listen to that conversation as he heard a bark of "Gibbs" on the receiving line of Vin's phone, or rather, his phone.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs. Good to finally hear you voice. I've heard a lot about you."

Tony rolled his eyes. These people had definitely seen too many movies or watched that new CSI franchise that had just hit the screen. He knew without a doubt that these people probably watched T.V from morning to night, apart from when they are killing people of course.

"I seriously doubt that, special agent. Ha, you want to hear your snoop? Alright…" Vin thrust the phone against Tony's ear and he heard Gibbs barking something.

"Hey Gibbs."

"Tony! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, as good as I can be I suppose." Tony glanced up at his captor who raised his eyebrows slightly as he tilted his head to the side.

"Ride it out, okay?"

"Alright boss." DiNozzo only realised his phrasing as the phone was shoved away from his ear. He had called Gibbs boss.

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"Damn it." Gibbs threw his phone on the concrete slabs beneath him as the suspect hung up after explaining exactly what they wanted.

"What was it?" Jethro didn't even bother to look at Turner as he waddled up behind him.

"Need to know."

"Well lucky for you Gibbs, because I need to know. That's my detective in there and I'll be damned if you don't tell me."

Gibbs finally turned to face the annoying man that wouldn't let him think.

"They want to be allowed out without any charges."
"Well that's not going to happen." Turner didn't wait for a response as he barged past Gibbs and up to the NCIS agent currently telling them to release Tony.

"This is Detective Adam Turner. I am ordering you to release Detective DiNozzo and come out before any unnecessary force will be used." Turner clutched onto the radio as no movement came from the house. The special agent stood next to him was trying to retrieve it back from the Captain. "God-damn it, I am ordering you to stand down and come out with your hands up!" He screamed down the radio microphone.

No movement happened from the house so Turner turned towards his patrol unit and pointed at them to gear up and follow him towards the house. Gibbs saw Turner signal his 'troops' and pushed the captain on his chest.

"Listen. If you go in there now, they will kill Tony without thinking twice. These are serial killers."

"In case you haven't noticed Gibbs," he sneered at the name, "they are already going to kill Tony no matter what we do. All I know is that the press are going to turn up soon and if they see what holding one detective can do then we will have no cops left on the street!"

Gibbs watched as the man found a very large vest and strapped it on. He would have laughed in other circumstances as the man tried to reach around his back.

"How the hell did you become Captain?" Gibbs stepped into the man's personal space with his lips slightly apart showing his exasperation. "You clearly have no idea what you-"

"I don't quite feel like a pep talk right now Special Agent Gibbs. Listen, if you're not going to stop pestering me, strap up by all means. Just let me do my job." Turner stopped and glared at the taller man.

Gibbs, with hands on hips, thought for a moment before making him and the back up agents strap up.

"Fine. But we do this my way."

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"-Detective Adam Turner…" The rest died away as Tony watched the man in front of him. He knew it wouldn't have been long before Turner turned up, he just hoped he would have been out of here by that time.

"Poppa, they're gonna' come in here!" Emily screeched running back into the living room from her watching spot at the window.

"You sure?" He rushed over to the window she had been staring out of and found a man, he guessed Gibbs, pushing a small plump man with Police written across the front.

"Get the other guns…" 'Poppa looked at each member in the room. "If they get in, use him as a shield." All eyes turned to Tony.

"Am I allowed to object to this plan?" Tony remarked sarcastically.

"No." Erupted from every other mouth in the room.

"Agreed?" Poppa asked for confirmation.

"Agreed." Was the resounded response.

Tony looked at Matheus sat on the sofa nearby him.

"Jordan… I really, really don't want to be you when we get out of here."

Matheus looked at Tony with wide and slightly glazed eyes.

"Wha-Wha-," he cleared his throat to tough himself up, "What do you mean?"

"Remember your last interview?" At his nod Tony looked as if he was about to continue when he let out a dramatic sigh and face forward. "No, I don't want you to worry."

If it were possible, Jordan's eyes grew even wider. He opened his mouth as if to reply when Vin strolled over to Tony and punched him in the side of his jaw. The large man turned to Matheus sympathetically.

"He's just winding you up. Now get up you stupid piece of sh-"Vin went to grab for Matheus as a huge boom erupted from the door in front. Unable to see what just happened, Tony found people looking through the back door just before it flew off its hinges. Half of the occupants turned and aimed their guns at the back whilst the other aimed it at the front.

The dust began to settle and Tony watched as a silhouette emerged from the dirt in the air. Holding a raised shotgun, Gibbs walked through the cloud and stared at the 3 men currently facing him.

"Hey Gibbs."

Gibbs nodded at Tony as he caught his eye.

"If you won't say it then I will," All the eyes flickered over to where he was sat. "Hasta la vista baby!"

Gibbs suppressed a slight smirk at Tony's words. He could pretty much guess what Tony had been saying whilst held captive… -"DiNozzo… shut up."- even if Turner didn't. He could tell by the way Vin's hands, a larger man by any means, shook as he held his hand-gun towards Gibbs.

"Drop your weapons and hands up!" Gibbs commanded gesturing with the shotgun in his hands.

Vin, seeing the two guns still held strong towards the agents and cops, twisted his arm so the gun almost touched Tony's temple.

"Or maybe, you should put your gun down agent Gibbs?"

"You're not going to get anywhere. Think about it. He had a wire attached to him. Your conversations were recorded both here and outside. Give yourselves up and I will go easier on you."

"That's bull and you know it."

"Yeah you have a fair point. But I would still advise dropping your weapons. The area is surrounded and you have no means of leaving."

"Seems we both have good points then because I'm not going to prison."

"You are."

Gibbs watched as Vin shook his head and a smile spread across his face.

"Don't do it."

"Too late." Gibbs saw light pressure being put on to the trigger only a second before all the guns were let loose in the living room.