Chapter 14
Gibbs entered the squadroom for the umpteenth time in his life. He saw Tony scribbling something down on his notepad. He saw Ziva's wild curls tied in a ponytail. And to his surprise, he saw Dorneget. Gibbs thought the kid was going to take a week of sick leave, but obviously he was mistaken.
"What have we got?" Gibbs barked as he put his precious cup of coffee down and loosened the ropes of his arm bracelet.
"Tim's protection detail hasn't seen anyone enter his room who didn't have the clearance to enter. Apparently Moore isn't carrying out his threats," Ziva answered after hanging up the phone.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that, let's keep our eyes open."
Dorneget jumped up out of his chair in the way too cramped small space next to Tim's personal space. "I think I've got something!"
"You think," Gibbs said sarcastically, as if trying to back Dorneget down, pushing him away from his team. Tony caught the tone and recognised it, like the tone the Team leader had used when Timmy had just started working with the team. It was a way to scare the probies, and if they were not tough enough, the greenies would fall out of the game, and by that never get a place in the MCRT.
Gibbs felt Tony stare at him and turned his head. They shared a look, Tony's expression saying: 'give that kid a break.'
In return to the sarcastic remark, Dorneget's smile faded, but did not completely disappear. "I remember that a few days ago, police found a major drug lab in Baltimore. It was real big, so not all evidence has been progressed yet, but this could be related to Christopher Moore!"
Gibbs and Tony shared another look: 'The kid has a point.'
"You have a file?" Dorneget practically ran back to his temporarily assigned desk and grabbed a manila coloured folder, then handed it to Gibbs, who simply took it and left the squadroom without saying another word.
About half an hour later, Tony grabbed his ringing phone. "Yeah, DiNozzo… Oh hi Boss… oh, OK." He tapped the disconnect button and put the phone back in his pocket. Ziva looked curiously at him. "Interrogation time."
-NCIS-
Gibbs pushed the interrogationroom open with force, making a good second impression to the criminal sitting in the chair facing the mirror. The scared eyes were nothing compered to the eyes he saw when he had tortured Dorneget. Some sweet revenge he was going to get.
Gibbs sat down slowly and dropped the file on the table. "Lesly Smith, even tough you didn't have any ID and refused to give your name, your fingerprints said enough. You're already going down for the kidnapping of four federal agents, the attempted murder of five. Then you will alse be charged for car theft and attempted bank robbery." Lesly just stared at the still closed file.
"You want me to translate? You're going down."
"I have rights. I want a lawyer." Gibbs actually hated this part, he hated laywers in person in the first place, then how they just got in his way was absolutely ruining his day.
"You will go down, but we can get you a deal." Lesly looked hopeful up into Gibbs' eyes. "You tell where your boss stays." The shaking of his head made the decision clear. "You will go down for your boss' mistakes, he ran away and left you and your partner to clean up his mess. He ran away while you took the fall for him. Do you want to do that?"
-NCIS-
Tony threw the file on the table and turned the chair around, sitting down on it, his arms lying on the back of the chair. While sitting comfortably, he started staring at the already shaking young boy.
"Attempted bank robbery, attempted murder of five federal agents, kidnapping four, killing a naval officer," Tony just started to read the crimes the kid would be charged with.
"Please stop!"
"I am just saying what you did."
"I needed the money, I can't get a job. My mom needs money. I need money. He payed well."
"So, for some money you tried to kill five feds, and actually killed a sixth?" The kid started to sob.
"You know, after court you will probably never get a job. Unless," the kid looked up, "you tell me where Christopther Moore is hiding. I can get you a deal, and lower your time in prison, and by that raise your chance of getting a job." The kid started to sob, and Tony decided to play on the kid's feelings even more, make him break.
"You will get sentenced for your boss' crimes." The kid cried.
-NCIS-
"You know, the same talk I am having with you, is happening at the same time with your partner. The one who tells me Christopher Moore's hiding place first, and has it right, can get a deal."
-NCIS-
"Only one can get a deal. Your choice."
-NCIS-
"It's your choice."
No real excuse for not updating, still trying to find one: writers block?-maybe. School?-not really. Job?-nope...
so thanks for the (un)patient wait. I'll promise to update soon.
then, thanks to Moon-fireflies for beta reading this for me!
please tell me how you think this story should end, maybe I get some idea's...