Chapter 14
Gibbs strode angrily down the hallway towards interrogation; Ziva right behind him, followed by Tony who was limping on crutches. Harris had injected Tim with 6ml of codeine. If Ziva hadn't gotten there in time, Tim would be dead. He also shot Tony and he hadn't even done anything. He was just...there. No one, and he meant no one, was to hurt his family. Gibbs barged into the room, slamming his hand on the table as he sat down. Tony and Ziva stood in the corner, staring daggers at the second occupant of the room.
"I've been beginning to think you wouldn't come, Agent Gibbs. What took you so long? Had to make funeral arrangements?" Grinned Harris.
That was all it took for Tony to snap. He threw his crutches on the ground, ignored the pain in his leg and went at Harris, grabbing his collar tightly.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled angrily.
"Tony! Tony, stand down! Let me handle this!" shouted Gibbs as he gently pulled Tony back.
"You better control your agent, Gibbs. You don't want me to press charges, do you? I think the last thing you want to happen is for me to go free."
"Quiet!" Gibbs hollered as Tony went back into the corner, panting furiously.
Harris shrugged as he waited for Gibbs to speak. Suddenly, the interrogation room door opened slowly and Abby stepped in.
"Ooh, what do we ha-"
"Shut. Up." Gibbs growled , then he turned to Abby, his face softening.
"What are you doing here, Abbs?"
"I wanted to get a piece of this guy myself for hurting Timmy, Gibbs. Please can I stay here?" she whispered.
Gibbs sighed, giving in, and gestured her to go stand with Tony and Ziva. Then he put his "pissed face" back on and turned to Harris.
"Who hired you?" he said.
"Well, wouldn't you like to know," sneered Harris.
"Do you want to be sentenced to life? Never mind, you'll be sentenced to death. Wanted for 150 murders throughout the world? You must be a first class killer, Snake."
Harris shrugged and smirked at the sound of his pseudonym. "I guess you could say that; to bad you only have evidence for one-no wait," Harris paused and looked up the ceiling as he counted on his fingers. "Four," he smiled as he looked right back into Gibbs' ice cold eyes.
Gibbs scowled. He just wanted to punch the smug grin right off the bastard's face. But not yet. He had to wait.
"Make that three. Tim is still alive," Gibbs smiled as he saw Harris' smile disappear.
"W-what do you mean? I killed him, he's dead! God dammit, why won't he just die!"
Gibbs smirked as he saw Harris' mask of arrogance turn to fear.
"What's wrong? Scared your Boss is gonna punish you?" blurted Abby as she stomped over.
"You have a very sexy voice, milady," grinned Harris, smiling charmingly.
Abby glanced over at Gibbs, who nodded and she instantly punched Harris in the nose.
"Argh! What the hell! My Boss said you did that to-" but then he stopped, realizing he'd said too much. "I have nothing else to say; I'm going to deny everything you ask me," Harris quickly said.
"Y-your, Boss is Fred Rinnert?" whispered Abby, taken aback.
"Not saying anything."
"Ziva." said Gibbs.
Ziva smiled innocently as she nodded.
"Everyone out of the room, besides Ziva and Harris." Gibbs ordered.
"What! Why?" yelled Tony. One look from Gibbs, though, and Tony immediately shut up.
"Sorry," Tony said sheepishly as he followed out of the room and into observation.
Gibbs smirked at Ziva as he shut the door, but not before he saw the terror in Harris' eyes. He joined Abby and Tony in observation, shutting off the recording and speaker.
"Why are you-" began Abby. But knowing Ziva, she closed her mouth and began to watch what was happening on the other side.
"I hope he gets the worse," growled Tony.
Gibbs glanced at him curiously. Tony's eyes said "murder," and he hoped that it wouldn't actually come to that with him. He pulled Tony out of the room and into the hallway, getting a glare from the senior agent.
"What?" Tony hissed impatiently.
"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked.
"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be? Tim the one who almost died three times; you should be asking him if he's okay!" Tony said in a loud whisper.
"Tony, I know this guy is a total asshole, but you need to calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down? How can I calm down! This guy he...he tried to kill my best friend. He was dying right in front of me, Boss and I couldn't do a damn thing! I-I felt helpless...like a failure. I couldn't save the man who is like a brother to me!" Tony cried, a couple of tears making their way down his face.
Gibbs sighed sadly, watching his agent beat himself over something he couldn't control.
"Tony. I'm going to say this once and only once. It. Was not. Your. Fault. It could have been anyone of us that was with Tim at that moment. Anyone could have been shot in the leg. You want to blame yourself for something? Blame yourself for losing control!"
Tony was about to argue, but then he realized that Gibbs was right; he usually was.
"Okay. Thanks, Boss."
"Glad you understand. Now lets get back to the show."
Tony smiled slightly as he and Gibbs went back to the window.
"Where were you guys? You almost missed the best part," squealed Abby excitedly.
The two agents grinned as they turned their focus towards the scene in interrogation. Ziva was standing behind Harris, whispering in his ear, while he had a skeptical look on his face.
"What's she saying, Abby?" asked Tony.
"Uh...I don't know. I can only make out parts. Something like 'skin' 'salt' and 'limbs.'
"Sounds kinky," chuckled Tony before getting head-slapped by Gibbs.
"Sorry, Boss."
Suddenly Ziva whisked out a knife and grabbed Harris' fingers, getting dangerously close to them with the blade. They saw the fear grown in their suspect's eyes and a couple of tears forming in them.
"Got him," said Gibbs.
Finally, after a minute or so, Ziva left interrogation and met the team out in the hallway.
"He confirmed that Rinnert ordered the hit and he even was nice enough to give us an address. Rinnert's hideout is in a warehouse facility on Minot Street in Norfolk. There are three unarmed men, not including Rinnert, and one of them is a spy."
"Good. Call security and have Harris brought to a maximum security prison," said Gibbs as Ziva took out her phone and dialed.
"Geez, Ziva, you make all the little boys cry," laughed Tony.
Ziva smiled the began to give information to the person on the other line. This was it. They were finally going to get Rinnert. Tim was finally going to be safe.
~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~
Ziva and Gibbs along with some metro cops and a couple other NCIS agents arrived at Rinnert's warehouse, armed and ready for a take down. Tony, much to his disappointment, was with Abby, waiting nervously for any news. This was personal. A metro cop and an NCIS agent were murdered, and that angered fellow officers.
"Wait for my signal," said Gibbs through his mic. "Go!"
All at once, the officers and agents barged into the building, guns in the air.
"NCIS! Put your hands up!" yelled Gibbs.
A man came out from behind some crates, an automatic gun in his hand. Instantaneously, Ziva pulled the trigger and shot him in the chest. Some metros removed the gun from his side and made sure he was absolutely dead.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" yelled another one, coming out from his hiding spot.
"Get down on the ground!" yelled an angry cop. The man cooperated and laid down on his stomach. Gibbs walked up beside him and bent down to his level.
"Where's Rinnert?"
"I-In the room behind the c-crates," he whimpered.
While metro cops arrested the goon, Ziva and Gibbs made their way to Rinnert.
Almost there...
Getting closer...
Here we go...
"NCIS! Rinnert put your hands where we can see them! It's over!" Gibbs shouted as they ran into the room. They saw the surprised but angered look on Fred's face, then without warning, Rinnert took an army knife and quickly slit his throat. He dropped to the ground, his dark crimson blood flowing slowly from the gash.
"That just made things a lot easier," breathed Ziva.
All of a sudden...
"NCIS, drop your weapon!"
Gibbs and Ziva looked at each other before running back out into the opening, just as they heard the rhythm of gunshots. By the time they cam out, the other agents were removing a gun from, what they figured was, the Harris was talking about.
"It's over," whispered Gibbs as he put away his gun. "It's finally over."
What do you think? Next chapter to come soon. If anything is messed up(punctuation, sentences, words, etc) please excuse it, because I have a major headache and I'm ridiculously tired. Don't forget to R&R! Thanks :))