Ten Minutes Later
Gibbs pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed Tim McGee. "McGee I need to know if it is possible for you to find someone who had a GPS tracker on him from Washington."
McGee never seemed surprised by what his boss would ask of him. "We can do it. I just need to ask for some satellite help. Who are we tracking and does he have the tracker yet?"
Gibbs just smiled at the answer Tim had given him. "His name is Jereld French and he doesn't have it yet. I need you to track him when we let him go. He's a suspect who may or may not know the real bomber. How long will it be until we have the satellite help?"
As Tim listened to his boss he put the request into motion. "It should happen within the hour. They have the request and Abby is getting her locator program up and running. Give us an hour and we can do this."
Jethro wanted to talk with Jane and let her know what the rest of the plan is. They would need some help from her precinct. Gibbs motioned for Rizzoli to follow him down the hallway. Her quizzical expression questioned his request but she followed him anyway. When she couldn't stand the suspense anymore and she blurted out her thought. "Gibbs, what are we going to do? How are we going to get what we need from French? What am I going to tell my lieutenant?"
Gibbs turned the corner into a much quieter hallway. "We are going to follow him by GPS and we'll see who he hangs out with. He may not really know anything but he is thinking real hard about it. I want to see who he's drinking with and what he might have inadvertently told them. We're going to slip a GPS device into his jacket and a button cam on the pocket as well. McGee will find information on whoever is responsible for us. Can we get some tailing help from your department? I need someone who can tail him that he hasn't seen yet. Do you have anyone like that?"
Jane looked skeptical. "Sure we have people. I'll put in a request for another detective to help. Just how is your guy supposed to track French from eight hundred miles away? It seems a little Star Trekish if you know what I mean."
Gibb's face lit up with his standard smirk. He gave a little laugh and a wink. "Don't worry about it. I have the best person for this job already taking care of it. The second best is in Los Angeles and she could do it from there and here's the best news, they both work for NCIS. McGee is currently tasking a satellite to begin searching for French on our say so. My forensic expert is polishing off her facial recognition software. They'll be ready."
Rizzoli smiled her own smirky type of smile. She began the walk back to the crowded hallway. "What are you waiting for? Let's go do it."
Gibbs started after her watching as she walked away from him. He liked what he saw. He gave an inward chuckle and then called after her. "Hey, I know you're graceful and all but could you trip going in and spill a little water on French? We need to be able to get his jacket to add the decorations." He'd caught up to her and then laughed and walked past her. Jane stood watching him as he moved into the busy area. She'd never thought to do the things he'd just suggested. Oh hell yeah, she'd trip all over French if it got to the bottom of all this. "Hey Gibbs, wait up!" Her co-workers saw her do something they'd never seen before; Rizzoli running after a man.
About thirty minutes later, Rizzoli walked into interrogation carrying a cup of water. Just as she got close to French she tripped on her own foot and stumbled thrusting the cup in his direction and splashing the water all over him. Jane began an effusive apology and began patting the jacket with tissue. "I'm so sorry. Let me take your jacket to see if we can dry it somehow."
Jereld French eyed her suspiciously but gave her the coat anyway.
She turned and left the room. When the door closed she wore a grin and handed off the jacket to Gibbs. He once again brushed her hand with his, jolting her emotions. Their eyes met but with those glances came a bit of guilt. There was a job to do before anything else came into play. "We don't have much time, let's do this." Jane spoke while looking into Gibbs eyes. She saw the look he gave her at those words. He'd felt the jolt too.
Gibbs snickered and gave her his trademark move. "The GPS locator is already placed and the pocket cam will take two more seconds. Let's dry this jacket off and get it back to him so he can be escorted home. McGee's already all over this and is waiting on us. Abby is waiting for the first pocket cam shots.
Ten minutes later, with a dryer coat, French was escorted home by a fellow patrolman.
Frankie Rizzoli sat outside his apartment waiting for him to make a move.
A wire tap specialist had place a tap on his home phone and listened to his cell waiting to see who he talked to.
McGee sat in the lab at the Navy Yard watching his computer screen.
Abby sat at her computer waiting for the photos to compare and run through the system.
Gibbs and Rizzoli waited in her office looking at her computer screen waiting for a message from either McGee or Abby. They also waited for Frankie to keep them up to date. They were covering all the bases.
They'd get this guy no matter what.
