Dangerous Measures
AN: Thankyou for the reviews! i really appreciate them!
Also a humangous thankyou to Kate for her inspiration and fantastic work!
Gibbs shuffled onto the plane, ignoring the clinks of the chain as he walked – or tried to. As he found the row of seats they were to sit in, at the back of the plane, the officer behind him, Ferguson as he'd found out earlier,shoved past and sat next to the window. Sighing, Gibbs shuffled across to sit in the middle, with the other officer, Mark,sitting on the aisle seat.
"Put your seatbelt on," Mark told him, "I don't want you to give us any trouble,"
Gibbs did as he was told and watched as the other passengers started to get on the plane.
"How long is the flight?" Gibbs asked
"Why? Do you get travel sickness?" Ferguson asked
Gibbs shook his head, "Just want to know how long it is,"
"About an hour," Mark told him
The plane quickly filled up and after around half an hour, the plane took off. When it flattened out, a pair of air hostesses went up and down the aisles, asking if people wanted refreshments.
"Tea or coffee?" one of them asked when they got to their row
"Yeah, tea," Ferguson replied
The woman poured the drink and gave it to him, then looked at Gibbs, noticing the chains and orange jumpsuit. Swallowing hard, she looked to Mark, "Tea or coffee?"
"Could I get a coffee?" Gibbs asked, returning the woman's attention to him, "Please?"
"You don't have the privilege of getting coffee," Ferguson responded
"Don't be stupid, Ferguson," Mark said, then turned to the air hostess "He can have his coffee, so long as he doesn't try anything" he said with a pointed look at Gibbs
"What do you think I'd do? Pour it on you?" Gibbs asked
The officers exchanged glances, clearly debating whether or not it was a good idea.
"Look, I just want a coffee," Gibbs said in exasperation, "And maybe a cookie, if you have them" he asked, looking at the clearly scared woman
"Yes, we have cookies," the woman answered
Gibbs smiled, "Thanks,"
The woman looked at Ferguson for confirmation before giving him the coffee and cookie, then asked the officer at the aisle.
"You guys need to lighten up," Gibbs commented as he sipped the coffee, "I'm not gonna try anything, planes aren't exactly easy to get out of. Not unless I held everybody hostage and ordered the captain to land. Which I wouldn't do,"
"How can we be sure of that?" Mark asked, before thanking the woman for his coffee
"I know it doesn't mean much, but, you have my word," Gibbs responded
"You're right, it doesn't mean much," Ferguson scoffed
"If I would have tried anything, it would be between transport," Gibbs admitted, "Easiest time to get away, everybody learns that within the first year or so of working in law enforcement"
"So, why didn't you try anything before?" Mark asked
"In the airport?" Gibbs asked, "Because I want to get back to DC. I'm hoping a surprise will be waiting for me,"
"So you'll be trying something once we land?" Ferguson asked
"Nope. Hopefully it won't come to that," Gibbs answered, "But, I'm kinda hoping for a miracle, so, it's unlikely to happen,"
"Mark, should I notify the ground crew?" Ferguson asked
Gibbs smiled, "That's just a waste of resources," he commented, "Can I use the phone? I'm entitled to a phone call, and I haven't had it yet,"
Ferguson smiled, "We're not that stupid. I'm not gonna have you arrange the whole thing…"
"You can listen in if you want," Gibbs offered
"Okay," Mark told him, "But keep it short"
Gibbs picked up the phone and dialed the lab.
"Yellow?" Abby answered
"Abs, how many times do I have to tell you how to answer the phone?" Gibbs asked
"Boss-man!" Abby exclaimed, causing Gibbs to pull the phone away from his ear
"Hi, Abs. So, what's new?" Gibbs asked
"Fornell and Tony are having a crack at some guy in interrogation. They're trying to get him to confess. But we have more than enough to get the charges on you dropped," Abby replied
"It would stand up in court?" Gibbs asked, feeling a bit of hope
"Absolutely," Abby replied
"Who was it?" Gibbs asked
"An old 'friend' of yours and some punk you don't know," Abby responded, "Ooh, and I think Tony and Kate are gonna get together, they seem closer and…"
"Abs," Gibbs warned, shaking his head, "Look, I'm on a plane back to DC, so…"
"We'll have somebody pick you up," Abby finished for him
"With a large coffee?" Gibbs asked
"Well?" Tony asked, leaning on the back of his chair. Hobson remained silent. Tony nodded, "Okay, have it your way, but once I walk out of that door, the offer goes with me…and, I don't think I can control my partner forever. And he knows that I'm leaving early today,"
When Hobson continued to remain silent, Tony walked towards the door. As he twisted the handle, Hobson finally spoke, "Wait,"
Tony turned around, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"I'll tell you everything; just…What kind of deal can you give me?" Hobson asked
Tony pushed a pad of paper and a pen at him, "Write it all down and we'll discuss a deal,"
"Good work, Agent DiNatzo!" Fornell congratulated with a grin
"Same to you, Agent Fornell," Tony replied
"So, which system are we putting them through, civilian or military?" Fornell asked
"I think we should let our directors battle that one out," Tony replied, "Thanks for helping us out and your faith in Gibbs,"
"Don't mention it," Fornell responded
"Yeah, people would stop thinking of you as a bastard," Tony said with a smirk
"Exactly what I was thinking," Fornell told him, "Tell Gibbs to drop round sometime. I have an old bottle of whisky he'd be interested in,"
"I'll pass the message on," Tony said, "It was good working with you, so to speak"
Fornell smiled and held out his hand, "Yeah, wasn't too bad, was it?"
Tony shook his hand, "Well, this time you didn't bring us coffee and bagels,"
Fornell laughed, "Maybe next time. Oh, and good luck with Agent Todd,"
Tony frowned, "What do you mean?"
Fornell walked into the elevator, "Go for it. I'm a federal agent, DiNatzo, I notice things,"
Tony continued to frown at the elevator doors, long after they'd closed.
That's it for chapter 14!...Hope you liked it! PLEASE review! Tell me what you think
