Dangerous Measures

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Tony parked the car behind McGee's which was up the road from Hobson's place. Kate got out before Tony had put the hand-brake on. Tony frowned and followed suit, walking up to McGee.

"He still in there?" Kate asked

"Well, he hasn't come out the front yet. But there may be a back entrance…" McGee replied

Tony sighed, "So, they may have left already?"

McGee shrugged, looking contemplative, "Yeah…"

"Probie!" Tony barked

"I don't know, the other houses look like they have a back entrance, but I can't see behind their house, I ordered a chopper incase there's a chase and we can't find them. And I ordered back-up, specifically to go to that point. And I tried to pull up the directory on my PDA for this area, but it hasn't been updated yet, and doesn't recognize this area…I'm sorry but nothing…" McGee babbled, getting faster as he talked

"Probie!" Tony barked again, then grinned, "Never apologize; it's a sign of weakness, rule number…"

"It doesn't have a number, Tony," Kate interrupted with a grin

"I knew that," Tony said quickly

"So, are we going to do a Gibbs, or are we gonna wait for back-up?" McGee asked

Tony looked at Kate and grinned, "Let's do a Gibbs"

"Tony, we should really wait for back-up" Kate protested

"And by that time, they could be gone," Tony argued

They looked up as they heard another vehicle approach. Tony looked saw the dark sedan and grumbled, "Of course, the Feds,"

The vehicle stopped behind Tony's car and Fornell got out with one of his goons.

"Agent Dinatzo," Fornell said with a grin

"Agent Fornell," Tony replied

"Didn't think you'd go in there without us, did you?" he asked

"Of course not," Tony replied

Fornell smiled and looked down the street, "Which house is it?"

"Five houses on the right," McGee told him

"Why are you here?" Kate asked

"To arrest the men who set Gibbs up," Fornell replied, "Your director informed us where you were, and what information you've gathered,"

Tony nodded, "Well, what are we waiting for?"


Gibbs shifted in his seat to get into a comfortable position. He knew the paddy wagons were uncomfortable; he'd spent many trips taking offenders to prison in them. But he'd never thought he'd be on the other end of one. And the chains around his ankles and wrists that connected to the chain around his waist made the trip that much more uncomfortable and hard. Sighing, he looked around the inside of the small wagon, his eyes resting on one of the officers who'd climbed in the back with him.

"What the hell are you staring at?" the officer demanded

Gibbs studied the man's eyes for a while before answering, "Could you loosen off the cuffs on my left wrist? It's aggravating my shoulder,"

The officer smirked, "Good," he sneered, "Can't have you getting too comfortable,"

Gibbs narrowed his eyes, "How long have you been on the force?"

"None of your business," the officer replied

"Obviously not very long, if you had been around longer than two minutes, you would have realised that you have to be careful how you handle prisoners. The majority of them have contacts on the outside and wouldn't batter an eyelid at putting you down," Gibbs told him, his voice low

"Are you threatening me?" the officer asked

Gibbs sat back, hiding a smirk, "Merely telling you how it is, just watch your back,"

"Are you threatening me?" the officer repeated

"I'm giving you advice," Gibbs replied shortly

"I asked you a question," the officer stated

"Yeah, I can see that," Gibbs responded, "Can you loosen off my cuffs?"

"Do I really look that stupid?" the officer asked

"Truthfully?" Gibbs asked

The officer glared at him, "Shut up, dirt-bag,"

"Or what?" Gibbs asked, enjoying provoking the officer. Gibbs smiled when the other man didn't respond. He cleared his throat, and squinted at his name badge "So, officer…?"

"Adams," the officer responded

Holding out his hand, Gibbs introduced himself, "Gibbs,"

"I know who you are, dirt-bag," Adams replied

"Okay," Gibbs said, "Do you know where I'm being prosecuted?"

Adams sighed, "I thought I told you to shut up,"

"You did," Gibbs responded

"DC, I think," Adams eventually told him

Gibbs sighed, and looked down, "Thanks," he said dejectedly, shifting in his seat again, "How long till we get there?"

"You'll be spending the night here, and fly out in the morning," Adams said

"What section?" Gibbs asked, looking back up at Adams

"In the prison? Well, you won't be with the general population…" Adams replied

Gibbs sighed in relief and nodded, "Good"


Ben walked into the garage that Collins and Robbins had put their cars in. As he walked through, he looked at the cars being repaired and smiled, glad that he caught the bus.

"Hello!" he called, watching for any signs of movement

Stopping beside a beaten up Ford, he looked around again, frowning as nobody appeared.

"Hello!" he called again

Hearing movement behind him, he turned around and saw a mechanic slide out from under the Ford. The young man looked up at him, pulling out his earplugs, "Sorry, didn't hear you come in," he stood up and wiped off his hands, "What can I do for you?"

Ben pulled out his badge, "Detective Ben Springer, I want to talk to the person in charge,"

The young man frowned, "That'd be my dad. What's this about?"

"Is your dad here at the moment?" Ben asked

"No, he knocked off early and left me in charge," the young man replied

"Okay, and you are?" Ben asked

"Call me Tony," the man responded

"How long have you worked here, Tony?" Ben asked

"Just over a year, officially. But I've been around for about six years, since we opened," Tony replied, narrowing his eyes at Ben

Ben pulled out a picture of Hobson that Abby had faxed him, "Do you recognize this man?"

Tony squinted at the paper as he took it, "Yeah, Brett something, he worked here for around six months,"

"Okay, if I give you some dates and models of a few cars, can you tell me if he worked on them?" Ben asked

"Yeah, sure," Tony replied, giving the paper back, "Follow me,"

Ben followed Tony into a small office at the rear of the building. The young man pulled open a cabinet and flicked through some files, "He worked here around February till August three years ago,"

Ben nodded and gave him the dates that the cars were brought in and the models of said cars.

Tony frowned and flipped through the papers, "Yeah, here's one of them," he paused and shuffled some more papers, "Ah hah, here's the other. He worked on both of them,"

Ben sighed and scratched his head, "How much contact would he have had with the owners?"

"Depends who else was in at the time. He may have dealt with them directly," Tony replied, "Now, you gonna tell me what this is about?"

"Nope, that's all I need for now. Thanks," Ben said as he walked out


That's it for chapter 11!...Hope it was okay! PLEASE review!