Chapter Twenty-Five: Beer For My Horses
Well a man come on the 6 o'clock news
Said somebody's been shot, somebody's been abused
Somebody blew up a building
Somebody stole a car
Somebody got away
Somebody didn't get too far, yeah
They didn't get too far
"Another prostitute has been killed here in D.C.," the newscast person said. "Has the…"
Leroy Jethro Gibbs tuned out the reporter and listened to what his agent, Tony DiNozzo, was saying.
"Another one biting dust, Boss," Tony said.
"Let's get out of here," Jethro said. "Leave the rest to Ducky."
Tony noticed the look on his face. "Don't tell me you're going to call him?"
"We need a pro."
"He's not going to do it!"
"Yes he will. I can talk to him."
"No you can't."
Jethro turned and slapped the young man on the back of the head before walking over to the driver's side of the car, sliding himself in as he dialed the familiar number.
"He's been out of the game for years, Gibbs," Tony said, getting into the passenger seat. "He's not gonna do it."
Jethro glared at him and put the phone to his ear as it rang on the other end.
Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son,
A man had to answer for the wicked that he'd done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street, for all the people to see
Mike relaxed in his hammock, drinking his usual beer. This was all until his phone started ringing. Why the hell did he get one of those? He didn't want to be bothered. He picked up the phone.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked when he answered.
"Geez, Mike," the familiar voice of Leroy Jethro Gibbs said on the other line. "Crabby, are we?"
"I don't like to be disturbed, Probie. You should know that," Mike said, chuckling.
"Sorry, Mike, but this is an urgent matter."
"I'm retired, Probie. I ain't helping you out."
"C'mon, Mike!" Jethro pleaded, an unusual thing for him. "We're stuck and we need some professional help."
Mike grumbled. " come to me, Probie."
"Thanks, Mike."
Mike hung up the phone. What was he getting himself into? At least he'd get a criminal off the streets, whether it be putting him in jail or just plain shooting him.
That Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smokes settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
Jethro entered the little hut with a few items in his hand necessary for the case. Tony followed with his arms full of everything else.
"Probie!" Mike greeted.
"I'm back again, Mike," Jethro said, smiling.
Tony dropped down one of the boxes he was carrying. Mike picked up a file from inside and skimmed through it before heading into his kitchen.
Tony looked at the guns hanging on the wall. He went to pick one up when he heard Jethro's voice from the entryway.
"Hey, DiNozzo, he doesn't like his stuff touched," Jethro warned. Tony nodded and just looked at them, sitting on the couch and picking up a file.
Mike came back in with a beer and a coffee. He handed the coffee over to Jethro before sitting down on the couch, going over the files and and what they already had.
We've got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds
Too much corruption and crime in the streets
It's time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground
Send 'em all to their maker and he'll settle 'em down
You can be he'll set em down
Tony looked around to make sure no one was in the room before he picked up the guns and started messing around with them. He heard a throat clear behind him and turned to see Mike standing there with a very angry look on his face. He stormed over to Tony and grabbed the guns out of his hands, giving him a good glare and placing them back where they were before.
"Don't touch," Mike growled.
"I tried to warn him," Jethro said from the doorway where he was chuckling. He turned and headed back to the other room.
Mike went back to where he was and ten minutes later his face lit up.
"Hey, Probie, I think I got it!" Mike shouted. Jethro came in.
"This guy," Mike said, pointing at a picture of a threatening guy.
"Nathan Knight," Jethro said. He smiled. "We'll get him."
"We need to be quick about it," Mike said. "And we need bait." They both turned to Tony.
"Me?" Tony asked. "But this guy goes after female prostitutes!"
"Your point?" Jethro asked.
'Cause Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
We'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses
"Wait for my cue, everybody," Jethro's voice sounded over the radio.
Tony straightened up a bit and walked down the dark, empty street as best he could with the heels on. He was dressed as a female prostitute. He had on a short skirt and high heels. A leopard print jacket covered up his torso, which was bare other than the bra Jethro and Mike had forced him into. Not to mention the blonde wig he had on. He fumbled to get the purse on his shoulder as he was walking. He heard footsteps behind him and he turned his head ever so slightly to see that a man that resembled Nathan Knight was walking behind him, following him.
"Got him boss," Tony whispered into his wrist as he pretended to be fixing a bracelet with his teeth.
"You know what to do, DiNozzo."
Tony continued walking down the street. Nathan Knight's pace quickened, and Tony pretended not to notice.
"Hey, little lady," his voice said. "What's a girl like you doing out on the street all alone?"
"About to kick your ass for calling me a lady," Tony said, turning around to face the man. He pulled out a gun from his purse. "NCIS! Hands on the ground, Mr. Knight!"
Nathan Knight smiled. "I don't think so." He turned and ran.
"He's headed your way, Boss," Tony said into his wrist.
Jethro appeared out of nowhere and pointed his gun at Nathan Knight. "I wouldn't take another step if I were you."
Nathan Knight backed up one step, right into Mike, who grabbed his wrists and trapped them in a pair of handcuffs.
"Got him," Mike said loudly.
A group of federal agents, from both the FBI and NCIS, came out, their guns held aloft.
"I'll take it from here," Agent Ron Sacks said as he took Nathan Knight, reading off his Miranda rights.
"Job's all done," Mike said.
"Sure is," Jethro agreed. "Thanks for coming up and helping."
"No problem, Probie," Mike said, smiling. "Now can I go back to Mexico?"
Jethro laughed. "Sure you can. Tell that bartender I said hi."
"Will do!"
Tony stood there, looking at his boss. "Can I take off the heels now?"
Justice is the one thing you should always find
You got to saddle up your boys
You got to draw a hard line
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune
And we'll all meet back at the local saloon
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces
Singing whiskey for my man, beer for my horses
Whiskey for my man,
Beer for my horses
A/N: A kind of guy chapter. I based this mostly on the music video of Beer For My Horses, or at least what I can remember of it, plus the bit I saw the other day. Thanks for all the reviews I've been getting! Please review now!
Song - Beer For My Horses by Toby Keith, featuring Willy Nelson