Blown
Chapter 31th
Tobias Fornell was angry at himself for agreeing to the idea of speaking with his friend Gibbs at the hospital.
Walking out of his house with the remote to open up the front door of his Chevy vehicle. Moving to open the door. Fornell looked up into the sky to see that it was getting dark with a possible chance of rain.
It was a good thing he had his rain gear in the trunk. Even though his umbrella was sitting in the back.
Starting up the vehicle with the car key. Fornell placed his hands onto the steering wheel before moving out of the driveway of his house. Moving out slowly making sure that there weren't any vehicles moving up and down the street.
Finally...
He was driving along the highway heading for the hospital. There was a great deal of traffic even at the late hour of the evening. He knew that his friend will be still awake having to be a night owl.
But ever since he had the double by-pass his energy levels have dropped a great deal. He had kept looking back for any type of tails on him. Since this whole situation was a total mess.
With the shake of his head. He turned around into the circle heading for the hospital. When he noticed a blue SUV following him. However, he speeded up with entering the underground parking lot with the vehicle moving past him.
Breathing a sigh of relief ...He parked his vehicle on the first level over by the elevator. Checking his revolver in his black coat pocket. He will be stopping at the security station in order to have a pass with visiting hours to be over in 30 minutes.
Moving out of the elevator heading for his friend's private room...
Special Agent Gibbs had been sitting in his chair watching the Yankees baseball game with the Boston Red Sox's having beaten them with the entire series to continue their winning streak. They will be playing next at the Bronx stadium with the Twins.
There was a knock on his door to have Gibbs slightly annoyed who it might be. "COME." Gibbs grinned when he sees it's his friend Tobias.
"Hey, Butch, who's winning the game?" Fornell will say with pulling up a chair.
"Yankees, however, you didn't come here to ask me about the Yankees?" he noted with the question getting the feeling there was something going on with his friend.
"No, I didn't Jethro. I was ordered to come here to speak with you about the latest Intel in regard to the Cartel and merchandise shipments."
"Okay, what about it Tobias?" Gibbs was beginning to be annoyed with his friend.
"The F.B.I. and other agencies and including NCIS were able to find out who is the next Cartel leader to be taking over." he shakes his head with a head to be rubbing the back of his head still in a ponytail.
"WHO?" Gibbs needed to say to his friend.
"I suggest my friend that you're going to be ready for the news because it's someone you know." Fornell could see that his friend was anxious, along with the rise of his heart rate and blood pressure.
"GOD DAMN IT, Tobias tell me already!" he was sitting on the edge of his chair now.
"Alejandro Riveria." Fornell spitted out with his answer.
With the shake of his head and a wave of his right hand jerking. "That's not possible Tobias. He's dead. He was killed down by the Mission District. How is this possible Fornell?" He was now standing off his chair.
"We think it was doppelganger Butch to have him die, when in fact the real Riveria was elsewhere to set a further plan to kill you. And I hope to have you protected further by the D.O.D. and other agencies." Fornell whispered into Gibbs's ear with anger building in his gut.
"I can't believe this! Do you know just how dangerous how this man is ?" Gibbs raised his left hand wanting to hit something in the process.
"How well I know it, Tobias. I will be needing to let Marcie know since she needs to be protecting herself while I am here in the hospital."
"Do you want me to call her with the news or you will?" Fornell had to ask his friend.
"I will call her Tobias and no doubt she is not going to like it one bit with the news," Gibbs commented with sitting down back into his chair.
Marcie had been sitting in the rocking chair placed near the fireplace warming her up while working on her laptop. She had been catching up on the news around the world and the States.
She wasn't liking the idea that the Cartel had been causing trouble with the rebels in Paraguay, Colombian and other countries.
It was awfully quiet without her husband around. Even though at times he would be down in the basement to relax and to get away to clear his mind, and right now he was recovering from his by-pass surgery.
She had felt that hopefully, he will be able to come home soon. Even though she only has a week to go before having their son. All of a sudden she was broken out of her reverie when the cell phone was vibrating sitting on the coffee table.
She had to take a peek at the name to find out it was her husband's name.
"Jethro now this is a surprise. What's going on with yourself?" she will say over the phone.
"Actually It's about the local Cartel and Alejandro Riveria having to be still alive Marcie, and you know that he's a real thorn in my side?" Gibbs did a little whining with his response.
"How is this possible Jethro?" she cried out with moving to the edge of the rocker...