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A/N: it's hotting up now the story is moving along quicker. Thank you to those people who have stuck with me. It is really appreciated. Also big thank you to Emypink, my awesome friend and beta. I really do appreciate all your hard work. Thanks, Kandon. Please read and review, enjoy.

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The cell vibrated along with most of the cells in the cell bay. Tony's eyes flicked open, they became wide as he realised what had just happened. Even as he leapt off the bottom bunk in his cell, the door to his cell closed and locked into place. Tony glanced at the empty bunk that Antoine Prescott usually occupied. "He's done it," Tony sighed with relief, "Now we have to see whether or not that bomb blew a hole in the wall of the laundry!" Sirens blared as the guards ran into the cellblock, other prisoners had begun to throw paper and toilet rolls out of their cells. Tony walked up to the now closed door and looked out. Guards raced up the stair all dressed in riot gear, they began to check each cell in turn.

Finally they arrived at Tony's cell, the guard who stood at the door eyeballed Tony, "Step away from the door Reed!" Tony didn't move, the guard and he stared each other down, before the guard spoke into his radio, "Open Reed and Prescott's door!" The bell for the door opening rang and the door swung open, two more guards joined the first. "Step aside or we'll make you Reed!" The first guard threatened.

"Okay," Tony said throwing his hands up in surrender, knowing that resistance was futile from here on. He stepped back and the three guards advanced into the room.

"Where's Prescott?" The first guard demanded as he backed Tony into the corner of the cell.

Tony shrugged as he continued to resist for the time being, "I don't know…the latrine or the laundry, who knows, I sure don't!"

The guard not happy with the response, turned to his colleagues, "Cuff him!" Tony clenched his fists as the other two guards advanced. After he pieced together what was happening, he relaxed and held out his hands for the guards. Both hand cuffs clicked close as they tightened around his wrists. The first guard nodded towards the door, "Move!" Tony walked quietly out of his cell, followed closely by the three guards. As he walked down the small walkway, prisoners cheering and jeering him, the whole time Tony could feel the eyes of Strahan boring into the side of his head. Tony paused for a moment and he turned towards Strahan's cell. The man nodded with approval at him before Tony was shoved by the guard behind him, "Keep moving Reed!" Tony descended the stairs and was forced in the direction of the warden's office.

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Colonel Robert E Matheson stood looking out of his bullet-proof window, watching the rest of the prisoners assemble for a head count. When the door of his office opened and Tony was lead into the room by Captain Paul Walker, the second in command, two guards also followed him. "So this explosion was your doing, wasn't it, Reed?" Matheson asked as he turned to face Tony, then flicked a glance in the direction of one of the windows that looked to a nicer view.

"Sorry Colonel!" Tony acted uncomprehending the question, "I'm in a prison, how could I even try?"

The Colonel walked round his desk and stopped three inches from Tony, "Cut the crap Mister! I know you did it. I know you gave it to Prescott and I know that you tried to cover up his disappearance." The Colonel walked around to his desk and sat down. "Should report this to the prison board. I should be recommending you for extra time. I should in all fairness to my men let them beat you up a little, but it would seem that you have friends who wish you not to be harmed and were explicit about you being released at the time specified."

Tony stood there stunned by what was said, he thought hard. Gibbs, he's the only one who knows about the head injury situation. Tony made to look in the direction that Matheson was looking. "Face the front!" Captain Walker growled at him.

"Can you thank the Boss for me, Colonel?" Tony said quietly but loud enough for everyone in the room. Matheson glared at him. "Permission to be excused, Colonel?" Tony finally asked after a somewhat prolonged silence.

"Granted!" Matheson glowered, "You pull another stunt like that Reed and I'll makes sure you're a eunuch for the rest of your life, understand?"

"Yes Sir," Tony replied, saluting awkwardly still handcuffed. The guards shoved Tony through the now open door. The door closed behind them and Captain Walker walked over to the Colonel's desk.

He glanced over at the man standing by the window and looking out of it. The man had a warm smile on his face. Walker sighed, "How the hell did he know you were there Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs turned, his serious face now on his face, "Cause he's one damn good investigator." He turned to Matheson, "Remember what I said Colonel, one of you're men touches his head, I'll personally smash their teeth out." Gibbs turned and walked to the door, he opened it and walked through, "That'll include you!"

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The small white van was parked a kilometre down the road from Fort Leavenworth. The two people sitting in the van were cramped and the van smelled of too many people sitting in it on too many stakeouts and wiretaps. The van had been parked on the side of the road for the last two weeks.

Reports of visual sighting of Khaled Abu Masaf had flooded across Director Shepard's desk. Prompting her to take action, Gibbs Team had been split. McGee and Gibbs were forming the wiretapping team, keeping tabs on all of Strahan's phone calls. While Stan and Ziva kept chasing up each report from the capital, it had been Gibbs' idea to appoint Stan Senior Agent status for the time being. It meant that he was in charge and he could keep a better eye on Ziva.

McGee sat quietly in the car with the headphones around his neck, "You sure Strahan's going to talk to Masaf soon, Boss?"

Gibbs sipped at the coffee that he had been brought by Fornell, "My gut McGee."

"Reports say that he's in the states," Fornell nodded in agreement, "I'd go with Gibbs' famous gut."

The computer blinked with a message indicating an 'Outgoing call', McGee slid the earphones over his ears and typed away at the computer, "Okay outgoing call, recording now!" McGee cocked his head to the side for a minute, "It's Strahan!" He typed quickly, "On speaker."

Hey it's me!

Calling me is dangerous you know that. They could be monitoring the call.

Fornell looked at Gibbs, "I think the other guy would be Masaf."

Gibbs nodded, "Yeah and he's smarter then Mike Strahan, I'll give him that."

I think we've found the right guy. He's perfect for the job.

All right, we'll meet him when you get out. But don't call me anymore!

Fine.

Gibbs looked at Fornell as the call disconnected, "You know, I think Tony has just got himself into a Terrorist cell." Gibbs sipped at his coffee as he grinned, "That's our boy!" Gibbs pulled the printed transcript from the printer and handed it to Fornell, "Let's keep up our wiretapping and casual surveillance of Strahan and Tony. Something interesting might turn up."

"Let's see what the Director's got for us on the other end," Fornell said warily, "I have a feeling Masaf is a hard bastard to chase down when you're not around Jethro!" Fornell grinned at Gibbs, "Stan's a good Agent but remember he's not you!"

"Yeah, thanks Tobias," Gibbs caught the meaning in Fornell's voice.

A/N: Okay so I hope you're enjoying it. Thanks for the reviews so far. Kandon