Anger Management

Chapter Nine

Loreile headed inside to call for the food. Even though there was nothing she could do with changing his mind with whatever plan he has in the works for when it comes to Alex Roberts and his connection to Jose Juan Hernandez.

Making the call and with placing the order. Gibbs came into his house to sit down onto the couch to relax since his back was beginning to bother him as with his right knee. After she was done placing the order that was to arrive in 35 minutes. She headed for the freezer to grab the ice pack for his knee swelling.

"Thanks." He will have said with her telling him that the Chinese was going to arrive in 35 minutes. Giving her the chance to change her clothes again and taking out money from her blue purse in the bedroom to give the usual five dollar tip.

She came back down to find him reading a file that was hiding under the couch like always. Now this really pissed her off further with him checking for every little detail with Alex Roberts and Hernandez. Intel had gathered that Jose Juan Hernandez. He had placed on his glasses one of three pairs since his eye sight hadn't gotten any better from over the years.

"I know Jethro that I have been a real pain in the ass lately with the baby hormones driving me crazy. I just don't like to see you get any further after what that monster Hernandez and now Roberts has done to you to almost kill half your team. I need to know Jethro that you're going to try and take it easy with finding Roberts. Knowing now that he's basically after you now that two of the Marine recruiters are dead in the process." She had to sit with her legs beginning to hurt with the swelling as well.

"I realize this is not easy on you either Loreile. I need for you to take it easy with the baby and of course your own health." He asked her to sit closer to him.

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Alex Roberts had woke from his sleep at the second place after the first one had blown up at his own hands to try and kill Special Agent Gibbs. He was waiting on his friends with further intel on Gibbs and what he plans on doing with trying to find him here or whether he was going to lure him elsewhere to get him there.

Moving into the bathroom to throw some cold water onto his face. He was thinking about whether he had received the note as yet with the way the post office works. Moving back into the bedroom to change his clothes to head for the bar & grill to have a few drinks and hopefully to get lucky with a woman. He's not been with a woman for a long time ever since he had gotten out of prison ten years ago.

Changing into his black leather pants, shiny boots and cowboy type plead shirt black as well with a studded sleeves. Checking his wallet for his funds and credit cards. Plus checking on the dresser draw his revolver to be placed inside his jacket just in case it's needed.

After a moment with realizing he needed his keys placing them into his pocket to lock the door and then with his car a Rolls Royce worth a mint in his eyes with all types of alarms enhanced with the blue vehicle.

Once out of his apartment. He headed down the hallway to take the elevator down out into the underground parking lot for where the Valet was waiting to hand the vehicle over to him before leaving with a tip. "Thank you, Gelf." He said to the 21 year old student of Alexandria, Virginia college of Communications.

Once he had arrived at the Carol's Bar & Grill. He walked in to see two of his friends there to meet with him. Though he wasn't exactly sure they would be there at all. His two friends both long range shooters like himself had worked for him in the past prior to going to prison.

Moving over to the bar itself to settle behind his one friend Gabriel Hickland age 45 and the other Frank Dennison age 35 both drinking scotch. "I see you made it gentlemen." He replied to the two friends turning to face him. "Shall we sit at a table so that we can discuss business?" He asked the bartender to bring him a bourbon over to the table in the corner.

They all had seated down with their drinks sitting now on the table. "What's going on Alex? We heard that the explosion didn't kill this Gibbs of yours?"

"That's right Gabriel and I screwed up for the most part. And now I need you to help me out with taking him out with thinking of a good place to shoot him."

"Did you say that he likes to eat at his favorite diner most of the time when he's working and going home?" Dennison will make mention having read his profile.

"He does most of the time. Along with taking jogs on occasion in the Alexandria park with his wife, or he will use his bike on occasion. We need to lure him with like a snitch of his having information on the where about of a heavy hitter for when it comes to the Cartel. This will get him out of the house to find out the truth about Jose Juan Hernandez even though it will be false." He says with a snicker and than a smirk on his facial demeanor.

"It will certainly get him out of NCIS or his house to track down a lead. Which snitch do you know has this type of information that Gibbs had been working with over the years?" Gabriel will make mention to his friend taking a sip of his strong drink.

"I do know that a snitch name Willis Lopez that Gibbs had made contact months back on other cases involving large shipment of drugs. I was able to convince him to help us out with paying a large payment into his favorite account. Once I am set with the plan I will contact him on what to say to Gibbs to lure him to the diner to meet or even the park."

"Sounds like a great plan Alex." His friend Dennison said with waving the waitress over with another drink order..."However I would go with the park.