Okay, another so-so chapter, but the plot thickens. Who is this crazy man watching the Embassy? What connections does he have to Imran/Kharyym? Read on and ye shall find out!
Chapter Eleven:
Operation Stalker
Tony was still keeping a discrete eye on the man when he spotted Ziva walking out of the Embassy, bags in hand. The man continued to argue away on the cell phone, but Tony could tell that his eyes were alert for any sight of suspicious activity.
Tony motioned for Tali to be quiet as he got out of the car to help Ziva load the bags. Out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the man with the cell phone. His sharp eyes were starting to take in the scene around him. Ziva, in particular, was spiking his interest.
Tony embraced Ziva when she approached. "How'd everything go, Babe?" he asked unlocking the trunk. He whispered to her: "Guy behind me with cell phone."
Ziva acknowledged him with a simple nod. "Boring, as usual. I hate presenting my reports in person. I would rather put them in writing." Ziva got the message and was playing along with the ruse for now. Tony was going to get hell later for calling her "Babe" though, he could sense it.
"Part of the job though, right?" Tony replied. "C'mon. Let's get outta here. The kids are getting restless in the back seat. He loaded the last of the bags in the trunk and motioned for Ziva to get in the passenger seat.
"You do know our stalker is going to follow us, yes?" Ziva asked quietly as Tony got in the driver's seat of his Mustang.
"I figured as much. We'll lead him right to the Navy Yard."
"Good plan. I will call Gibbs."
"I sent Abby a pic of the man talking on the cell phone. She's gonna run him through the facial recognition software."
"Okay."
Gibbs was in Jen's office rocking his daughter to sleep when his cell phone rang. He handed Shannon to Jen and answered.
"David, you better have a damned good reason to interrupt me," he barked into the receiver.
"Gibbs, our 'friend' is tailing us back to the Navy Yard. He is half a kilometer behind us in a black Charger."
"Figured he would. We'll get down there and nail the guy. How far out are you guys?"
"With Tony's driving, twenty minutes," Ziva replied.
Gibbs could hear Tony muttering in the background about Ziva's driving skills or lack thereof. "Meet you at the entry."
"Ziva and Tony?"
"Their friend is following them here." Gibbs stroked his daughter's cheek and stepped out of Jen's office.
"McGee, gear up and follow me."
"On it, Boss."
McGee quickly followed him to the elevator. Gibbs quickly filled him in on the situation at hand. They took one of the dark blue sedans to the main entrance of the Navy Yard, Gibbs barreling down the roads at breakneck speed, screeching to a stop five minutes later.
McGee, still a little green from the harrowing speeds, quickly got out of the car as Gibbs motioned for him to take his position.
Tony and Ziva entered the Navy Yard four minutes later in Tony's Mustang. Gibbs motioned for Tony to join him.
"Go to HQ and get the kids down with Abby and DJ," Tony muttered. "When it's clear, we'll go home. Love you, Sweetcheeks."
The duo broke their embrace and Ziva got in the driver's seat, and put the car in gear. She sped off at a not so rapid pace much to Tony's surprise.
"Here, DiNozzo," Gibbs ordered him to his position.
Tony nodded that he understood and waited for Gibbs' orders.
The black Charger approached, and the guards flagged him down, asking for some kind of identification. The man's voice replied in accented English that he had an ID.
Gibbs motioned for Tony and McGee to approach the vehicle. He then crept slowly toward the car himself. He made it to the Driver's side door when Tony yelled, "NCIS! Get out of the car!"
McGee crept to the front of the car, his gun trained at the man's head. Gibbs trained his gun at the man from his angle.
"What is the meaning of this? I am simply here to visit a friend."
"Yeah, sure. That's why you followed me all the way from the Embassy," Tony muttered sarcastically as Gibbs pulled the man out of the car and cuffed him.
"I did not follow you. I do not even know who you are!"
"Well, we have you on suspicion of stalking. You're going to be getting friendly with us for a while, bud."
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" He started raving in Arabic.
McGee searched him for any weapons. He came up with a gun, two magazines, and a knife.
"Packing heavy just to see a friend, aren't you?" Tony quipped.
The man just sneered at him.
"McGee, have the car towed to the garage. I want to make sure your wife goes through it inch by inch."
"Abby'll love that, Boss," he replied dialing on his fancy phone or whatever he called the thingamabob.
"Just get it done, McGee," Gibbs said resisting the urge to smack the Probie on the head until they were back in the bullpen.
Tony bagged the weapons the man was packing. "Ready to go now, Boss?"
"Ya think? Let's put this guy on ice for a while."
"Gladly, Gibbs."
Well, still a little bit of a mystery we have here, yes? Keep reading for the answers. For all of those reading from the Gulf Coast that left because of Gustav, my thoughts and prayers are with you. Maylee