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Family Ties - Part 7
Gibbs strode into interrogation. He purposefully ignored making eye contact with the suspect as he took a seat on the chair closest to the one way mirror. He laid out the contents of the folder he had been carrying on the desk and made a sweeping movement with his hand, motioning for Martello to sit down.
"Thank you for coming in Mr. Martello. I take it Agents Todd and McGee brought you up to speed as to why you are here. Just a few formalities left now. We have all of the physical evidence we need to lock you away for a very long time. This is your one and only chance to tell your side of what happened." Gibbs wasn't really bluffing; he did have enough evidence to prove, without a doubt, that Martello killed Gulia Diablo on purpose. However he also knew that he couldn't touch the man because of his diplomatic immunity. It was worth a shot at a confession though. Sammy Martello wasn't fooled. He took the seat opposite Gibbs and leaned back resting his feet on the table.
"Meester…" Gibbs only offered a raised eyebrow in response. "Well whatever your name is, I don't really care. You cannot touch me, I have Diplomatic Immunity. I mighta not speak perfect English but Ima not stupid." Gibbs tried not to let his disappointment show on his face. It was time for plan b, and that would, after all, bring a more righteous justice down upon the young Martello's head.
"No Mr. Martello I can see you're a very intelligent man so I'm going to show you what awaits you if you don't make a deal to serve time in federal institute." Gibbs pulled out the picture of Martello's car hitting the Lt. Cmdr. "This is your car hitting a Navy Officer. I can prove you're at the wheel with some other photos so don't worry about that. I know that you're a member of the Martello crime family, the one that your father is in charge of." Martello sat there, his face an emotionless sheet. Gibbs smiled a creepy smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I also know that the Navy Officer you hit was born into the Zito crime family and that your family is currently at war with her family. "I believe they would be very interested to see this evidence. They might be even more interested to know the route that I will be taking when I take you home again. Now if the car were to break down on the way, that could have disastrous consequences. Don't you think?" Gibbs watched with silent pleasure as he saw the colour drain from Martello's face. - Ha. I've got you now boy. You're going to squirm and make a deal to go to prison. That will make it easier for me to get word to the Zitos about your guilt and let them deal with you. Go on make a deal. -
Martello looked Gibbs in the eye; he could see that the man wasn't joking, so he uttered those immortal words, "I want a lawyer." They were his get out of jail free card normally but now he just wanted to get away from this man, who could put his life in very grave danger. - You're a Martello, why are you scared of this quietly spoken man? Use your family ties to scare him into backing down. - "Before you go get my lawyer though I have one thing to say to you." Gibbs stood and walked over to the door, as if ignoring Martello. He put his hand on the door handle before stopping and using the mirror to look at him.
"You have 30 seconds Martello and then I'm out of here." Martello smiled in what he thought was his scariest 'gangster grin', Gibbs wasn't impressed.
"If you turn me into the Zitos you will have joined our war. My family will hunt down and slowly kill your family. We will get your father, your brothers and your uncles. We will make them pay for whatever you do. This is your only warning." Gibbs smiled in response and shot his reply over his shoulder without looking back, as he walked from the room.
"No brothers. No uncles. My father passed away 16 years ago. But I have 3 ex-wives; I would gladly give you their names and addresses…" Martello cursed under his breath.
Gibbs stood outside Tony's apartment waiting for the younger man to answer the door. He knew that he could have spoken to Tony over the phone but, as he had told Abby earlier, this was different, this was personal. Gibbs heard the sliding of a dead bolt on the other side of the door.
"Come on Tony, open up. We need to talk." Gibbs muttered quietly as the door slowly opened. When he could see his agent's face he smiled and handed him a cup of coffee.
"You're bringing me coffee boss?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow and shrugged in response.
"Yeah, so… are you gonna let me in or what?" Tony stepped aside, allowing his boss to enter his home. He led the way through to the living room and offered Gibbs a seat. They sat in silence for a few moments before Tony spoke up.
"Uh, boss? Why are you here?" Gibbs played with his coffee cup before looking at Tony.
"I need to ask you a few questions." Tony nodded for Gibbs to continue. "I know that you were a witness to the accident. Why didn't you tell me?" Tony looked Gibbs straight in the eye, Gibbs could see a glimmer of anger and he hoped that Tony wouldn't explode like he had in the interview room.
"It wasn't an accident Gibbs. The driver didn't even slow down after he hit her. I didn't tell you because I didn't see anything. I had dropped my sister off at her door and was walking back up the road when I heard a sickening crunching sound. I turned around in time to see my sister flying through the air and the car speed off down a side road. I didn't see the driver or his number plate." Tony's eyes glazed over, the memories of the recent past still too painful.
"I'm sorry Tony. I know it wasn't an accident. We have video footage of the crash. I really came here to ask you about Sammy Martello." Tony's face visibly paled at the mention of that name, Gibbs could see that it brought back even more painful memories for the young man. Gibbs hated causing his agent pain and he desperately wanted to help him, to ease his pain. He moved to sit next to Tony on the couch and put his hand on Tony's shoulder. "We have him in custody Tony but he has diplomatic immunity and we may have difficulty putting him in prison." Tony squirmed away from Gibbs touch; he could feel the rage building up before he snapped. He began hitting Gibbs as he cried out.
"He killed her! He killed her and he's gonna get away with it. If you let him go, I'll kill him. I'll kill him slowly and I'll film it and send the video footage to his father and brothers. Nobody kills a Zito and gets away with it Gibbs. Nobody." Gibbs grabbed Tony's fists to stop the punches, which were beginning to hurt.
"Tony… Tony look at me. Good, now you have to believe me Tony. He isn't going to get away with this. I have given him a chance to make a deal."
"You are letting him deal! He doesn't deserve that chance!"
"I have given him a choice. Either he asks to go to prison for a long time or I deliver the video footage of the crime to a Mr. Zito. I also told him that the route I was going to use to take him home might also get slipped to the Zitos and that it could get dangerous if my car broke down on the way. He is speaking with his lawyer at the moment but I think he may choose jail. I do have a bit of a reputation for bending the rules when one of my own is hurt and his lawyer knows that." Tony stared at Gibbs in wide-eyed shock.
"Boss, if you go to the Zitos you could end up in Leavenworth and that's only if my father's people didn't kill you when they jumped Martello." Gibbs nodded and smiled.
"I know Tony. It was a slight bluff I want him to choose jail. It will make it easier to get him to pay in there." Tony frowned.
"What do you mean Boss?"
"I mean that if you want to get accepted back into your family's wings then I can help you. You need to contact your father and find out which prisons he has people in. I will make sure that Martello gets transferred there for a brief period before being moved to wherever they decide to send him. You can tell your father when he will be there and your father can make sure that Martello really pays for his crimes." Gibbs saw a flicker of understanding in Tony's eyes.
"So that way no-one will be throwing their lives away for a Martello and Scumbag Sammy will still receive the punishment he deserves. I'll contact my father if you give me the information." At that moment Gibbs' phone began to ring. He snapped it open.
"Gibbs… He did? Ok good work McGee." Gibbs put his phone back in his pocket. "Martello took the deal. He's being sent to Washington State Penitentiary tomorrow." Tony stood silently and began to pace up and down the room.
"I don't know if I can do this boss. They hate me and rightly so. He said if I ever set foot in their territory again then they would kill me." Gibbs walked determinedly to stand in front of Tony. He put a hand on each of Tony's upper arms to stop him from pacing.
"You don't have to go into their territory Tony. You just need to call them. You need to call them because they can deal out the kind of justice that the law can't. Only your family can get justice for Gulia now. Do you want to get justice for your sister Tony?" Gibbs also wanted to add that Tony nodded slowly and picked up the phone.
Two days later Tony sat in Gibbs' basement. He had been talking to Gibbs as Gibbs sanded the boat. All conversation stopped when the news came on though.
-- Earlier today the son of a west European politician died in Washington State Penitentiary. A police spokesman informs us that there will be a full investigation but at the moment it looks as if it was an unfortunate accident. -- A picture of Sammy Martello was shown just above the reporter's left shoulder before the reporter moved on to another story.
"My family's good at what they do Gibbs. Thanks for helping us make sure that Gulia can rest in peace. My father still hasn't forgiven me but at least he won't kill me next it me I have to pass through my old neighbourhood." Gibbs nodded and smiled before turning back to his sanding. The bastard who had hurt his friend had been punished and Tony was going to going to heal from this hurt. He would always have a hole in his heart that his sister had once filled but he was going to be ok. Gibbs ran a hand along the smooth wood and glanced at Tony who was jabbering on about a film that he had once seen and saying how Gibbs' basement reminded him of it. He smiled and started to sand a new piece of wood because he knew that everything was, once again, right in his world.
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