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This chapter is based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna, which the partial lyrics are from.
Just for the record: I Own NOTHING
Chapter 13 – Russian Roulette
Enjoy!
As my life flashes before my eyes
I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
So many won't get the chance to say goodbye
But it's too late to pick up the value of my life
"McGee relax. Slow down and tell it again. Who is missing?" Gibbs said, having a bad feeling.
"It's Harry Boss, he is missing. We we're on our way to the car when something knocked me out. When I woke Harry was gone." McGee said, his voice sounding distressed.
"Get working McGee. I'll get Tony and Ziva." Gibbs said in the demanding voice he used at work, he didn't want McGee to freak more than he already was and if he needed to be cool on the outside then so be it.
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Harry moaned painfully when he woke, he felt like he had been run over by a car.
"Nice to see you here with us Mr. Evans, or should I say Potter?" Harry tried to look up at the talker, but all he could see were blurry blobs.
"Wish I could say the same." Harry bit out, his mind going into fight-mode, making him sound way braver than he was.
"Oh yes, I was told about your disadvantage." The voice said and a snap from his capture sounded in the room, a second later Harry felt his glasses put on his face; he couldn't help but flinch when he felt foreign hands on his face.
"There, much better." The voice said again, this time Harry recognized it as the one he had heard before everything went black earlier. The room he was in was medium sized and windowless, Harry looked around and found four other men beside the one sitting in front of him at a table, they all looked big and muscled, their eyes blank for all emotion, making shivers run down his spine.
"That I wouldn't say, you're not the one tied to a chair." Harry said, hoping he would find a way out of the mess he had ended up in.
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"McGee did you find anything of the surveillance camera?" Gibbs asked when he got in with Tony and Ziva before he put a cup of coffee on Tim's desk.
"Two guys, the one that knocked me on the head, is going through the face scanner, and the other I couldn't get anything useful from the camera's beside he was wearing a dark blue jumper. There was a shadow of a SUV; I'm checking ATM and traffic cameras in the direction the SUV drove, hoping to find something." Tim said and the second he finished his computer gave a beep.
"The face scanner found a match, a Sebastian Fires, been to prison several times for fraught, rubbery and drug possession. He was released from prison three weeks ago."
"DiNozzo check his phone records, find out who he has talked to while he was in prison and after. Ziva find that SUV. Have you had anyone to check your head?" Gibbs asked and turned to look at Tim, who was running his hands over his face. Tim raised his eyes and looked into his Boss' worried eyes.
"Not yet." Tim said and took a sip of the coffee in front of him.
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Harry didn't like the situation he was in; it all seemed like a nightmare-like déjà vu. The four men around the room had moved closer to the table after their leader, who had introduced himself as Mitchell Burke, had told him about how he had been hired to take out Harry.
"Now that I'm going to die and all, you wouldn't want to amuse me and tell me who hired you?" Harry tried, hoping Burke would tell.
"Nice try little one, but I have been told everything about you, every little last detail." Burke said and placed his arms on the table, leaning forward.
"Do you wanna play a game, little one?" Burke asked and indicated for the biggest of the other four to step closer. Harry eyed the big man and it wasn't really a game that came to his mind when he looked at him.
"Don't worry, little one, Max here won't be playing, he is just here to give us the main piece for our little game." Burke said and Max placed a gun on the table; now Harry knew why it seemed like a déjà vu, it was the same scenario he had been seeing in his dreams during the last three, or so, weeks.
"What kind of game?" Harry asked looking up at Burke. One of the yet unidentified men in the room snorted, clearly knowing what the game was about. Burke smirked and gave the gun on the table a swing, making the handle turn towards Harry.
"Ever heard about Russian Roulette?"
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"I have checked Fires associates and have come up with three possible matches, Max Moore, Igor Busca and a Mitchell Burke. Burke has called Fires, Moore and Busca several times the last week. Burke has been to jail two times, but has paid his own bail both times, the guy clearly have money and well placed contacts; but from the data I have been able to find on Burke I haven't found anything that indicates a job or an heritage. During the last four years there have been deposits to Burke's bank account several times with big amounts." Tony said and pulled the info up on the plasma.
"I got an usable picture of the SUV from a traffic cam on New Jersey Avenue and have been able to follow it to Jefferson Davis Highway. The SUV, a Mazda CX-9, is registered to a Daniel Blicher. Blicher is wanted for grand theft auto around the DC area, is known for drug possession and has been to jail for kidnapping, but the chase was closed when there wasn't pressed any charges." Ziva said showing the route of the SUV on the screen.
"Where are they going? Have any of you been able to track the GPS in their phones?" Gibbs said looking at the screen. Tim was sitting at his desk, a bag of ice pressed to the back of his head.
"No. They have all been turned off. The last place I were able to track them was near the Army and Navy Country Club." Tim said showing the place on Ziva's map.
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Harry knew he needed to buy time, needed to give Tim and his Uncle time to find him, but how he didn't know; he didn't even know where he was. Something that made harry's nerves stand up and ready, was how calm everybody in the room were, like they had tried it before or that they were sure they weren't going to get caught.
"See little one, one bullet. The one of us that lives, win." Burke said and placed one bullet in the barrel. It was when the gun clicked that Harry got an idea, hopefully it would work, but first he needed to find out where he was. Harry let his magic seep out of him around the room, behind him he found a door and let his magic slip under it and out into a bigger room. Harry closed his eyes, hoping not to seem suspicious in front of Burke and let his mind follow the magic all the way out to a car that was parked in the room outside the one he was in. Harry focused his magic on the car, making it start before letting the tailpipe backfire.
"What was that? Blicher, go check it out. Busca go with him, check everything around the building and keep an eye out, I don't like surprises." Burke ordered. Harry focused some of his magic on the older one of the two, hoping that it was Busca, and mumbled a spell he had learned during his training for the war, a spell that allowed him to see what the person the spell was cast on saw.
"What was that little one? Already saying your prayers?" Burke teased having heard Harry mumble.
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Tim looked up from his now empty coffee cup when he got a mail, they had been searching for Harry most of the night and dawn was now close approaching. Tim quickly opened it when he saw Harry's name at the subject line.
"I'm fine, please hurry.
Pier 1 Imports – 3901
Harry"
"What's that McGee?" Tony asked from beside him, he had noticed how Tim had jumped when the mail had come. Tony turned the screen to take a better look, before he turned wide eyes to Tim.
"How?" Was all the Agent could get out.
"Not important Tony, I'll explain later, now we need to find it." Tim said and started searching for the place Harry had mentioned. Tim had been just as surprised as Tony when he had seen the mail, but knowing Harry everything was possible.
"Got it. Potomac Yard Center, Alexandria. Pier 1 Import was involved in a fire last month, the place is still under reconstruction." Tim said standing up, already pocketing his badge and gun.
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Harry didn't like the game, each time the trigger clicked Harry was praying that his magic had done it again.
"Lucky again little one, this is starting to annoy me a little. It usually doesn't take this long for the job to be done." 'Usually?' Harry didn't like the sound of that word, it could only mean one thing, that Burke had played his game before, and had obviously been successful every time. Since they had started playing an hour or two ago, Harry had used his magic to make sure that there wasn't any bullet when it was his time to shoot, it had worked so far, but Harry didn't liked the sour and irritated look that Burke's face had gotten after forty-five minutes of playing.
"Max, why don't you go switch with Busca, he wouldn't like to be left out of the fun." Burke said and Moore made his way to the door. Harry had kept the spell on Busca since he left the room, but so far Harry hadn't gotten anything useful to pinpoint his location. As Burke raised the gun, Harry focused on Busca, hoping that when the man turned around he would get any new information; slowly the man turned to look at Moore as he approached and Harry got a glimpse of the building he was in, giving him enough information. Harry cancelled the spell on Busca and let his magic fill the surrounding area searching for a way to let Tim know where he was. Just before Burke handed him the gun Harry found a computer in one of the other buildings in the area.
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Gibbs was behind the wheel in one of the cars, Ziva was driving the other. McGee was sitting beside him putting on a bulletproof vest. Gibbs had been worried about his nephew and had been more than surprised when a mail had made its way to McGee's computer, but his junior agent had promised to explain when they had saved Harry.
"Turn here." McGee said and pointed at the exit. Gibbs turned the wheel and switched lanes, noticing in the mirror that Ziva copied his actions.
"You're sure about this?" Gibbs asked, not liking the idea that it could be mistake and big waste of time in their search for Harry.
"Very sure." McGee said and showed the next turn on the GPS. It had been half an hour since they had gotten the mail and Gibbs had the feeling that they needed to get there faster.
As they pulled into the south part of the parking lot Gibbs ordered Ziva and Tony to go around back and made McGee follow from the front.
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Burke was starting to get mad, Harry could see in the man's eyes, his posture and how he kept clenching and unclenching his hand. Harry knew he needed to survive this any way possible, but Burke had already slapped him across the face twice with the gun because of his cheekiness, one of the hits giving him a shiner, and there was no way of knowing what Burke would do next.
"Now little one, I was told you were lucky, but this is really getting on my last nerves." Burke said when Harry once again shot blank. Harry could feel his use of magic taking its toll, manipulating objects with raw-magic was harder to do than dueling with the use of spells.
"Then let me go and you won't have to be so frustrated." Harry tried, but knew by the challenging look in Burke's eyes that the man wasn't going to let him go, not before one of them was dead anyway.
"Where would the fun be in that?" Burke said with a smirk and pulled the trigger, just to hear the gun click again. Harry and Burke both looked up when they heard guns being fired outside. Harry noticed how the four men beside him in the room tensed and shot glances at the door.
"Busca, Fires, go see what all this is about and don't come back before it is taken care of." Burke ordered and the two men hurried out of the room, gun in hand.
"I believe it was your turn little one." Burke said and handed Harry the gun.
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Tim knew they were the right place when he saw Max Moore outside the building. Over the earpiece Tony announced that he and Ziva had gotten inside the building, claiming that no one was in sight and that they were waiting for orders. Gibbs signaled for them to get closer, but just in the same a car turned on the street bathing them in light. Moore turned, saw them and pointed his gun at them, looking ready to fire.
"Federal Agents put down your weapon." Gibbs ordered pointing his own gun at Moore and taking a step closer, Tim just behind him. Apparently Moore didn't want to stand down and started shooting at them. Tom and Gibbs both shot at the man and hit him in the chest making him fall to the ground. Gibbs was checking Moore's pulse when shots were heard from inside the building.
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Harry looked up again when more shots were fired, this time closer. Burke took a quick look at the door before nodding at Blicher, sending him out to help the others.
"I'm sorry little one, but it seems our game have been cut short." Burke said and raised the gun at Harry. Harry flinched when he heard the safety being pulled.
"Now, close your eyes, it will make it easier." Burke said and aimed. Harry heard the door open, but didn't dare open his eyes, but he didn't to as two shots were fired and Harry felt a pain before everything went black.
A.N.
There you go, another chapter. I hoped you liked it, for I sure had fun writing this chapter.
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