Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! keep 'em coming :)
Forgot to mention in the first chapter that although i wrote this story - the story idea belongs to Cole Taylor
(sorry this chapter is short - i promise there are longer chapters to come :))
Gibbs rounded the corner in the Squad room and sat down at his desk, "DiNozzo," he said, giving Tony an invitation to speak, one he couldn't decline.
"Abby managed to get a hit of one of the partials," He informed, "Ran it through AFIS and got a hit," Tony stood up pressed a button on his clicker to bring up a police record on the screen, "Jake Milos, fifteen,"
"Fifteen?" Gibbs repeated as he joined Tony by the screen. He crossed his arms.
Tony nodded, "Parents died three years ago in a car accident, by the time social servies arrived at the hospital the boy was gone. It seems running is an old habit," He added with a smirk. It quickly dissapeared from a trademark Gibbs glare. He swallowed before continuing, "He's had a couple of run ins with the police, petty thieving, tresspassing, nothing serious. He's always got off with a warning and always managed to evade capture by social services."
"Evade capture?" McGee asked as he raised an eyebrow. Tony shrugged.
"What about Marine sergeant Rick Yates?" Gibbs asked.
Ziva stood up and took the clicker from Tony without asking, she clicked the button and pulled up Rick Yates' service record, "Based at Quantico-"
"Doing what?" Gibbs interupted.
"Works at the MSG headquarters, assigning and transfering Marine Security Gaurds to post around the world."
"Not exactly a reason for killing him," McGee considered.
"Unless a couple of Marines weren't too happy with their placements Probie," Tony argued.
"What about out of work?" Gibbs asked.
"Played a little basketball at a nearby park with some friends, liked to go fishing, even had a small cabin near Shenandoah National Park," McGee answered from his seat.
"Well liked?"
"No-one seems to hate him," Ziva replied with a slight shrug.
"From the neighbours I talked to it seems he helped out a lot around the neihbourhood, helped old ladies with their shopping, mowed lawns, fixed roofing. He was even known to open his door to homeless kids on occasion."
"Explains why Milos was in the house," Tony added.
"He gave them some food and a place to stay the night, even tried to help them find permanent shelter," McGee continued.
"Sounds too good," Gibbs said with a raised eyebrow.
"You think Yate's is hiding a dark side?" Tony asked.
"Nobody is that clean," Gibbs replied, motioning to the picture of Rick Yates on the screen, "Keep digging until you find something," He ordered.
"What if there isn't anything?" McGee asked. Gibbs turned to McGee and stared "Right, keep looking," McGee ducked his head and began typing furiously. Any further conversation was interupted by the shrill ring of the phone on Tony's desk.
Tony stepped back to his desk and picked up the phone, "DiNozzo," He answered. He listened a moment, "When?...okay, I'll be right there," He put the phone down and turned to the team who were all waiting expectantly, "That was DCPD, A young boy was picked up slightly intoxicated, trying to buy more alcohol from a liquor store a couple of miles from Rick Yates' house. His prints match those we found at the crime scene that i sent out with the BOLO."
"Where is he now?"
"Sitting in a holding cell downtown while he sobers up," Tony smirked.
"Take Ziva," Gibbs ordered and Tony nodded, grabbing his gun and backpack before leading Ziva towards the elevator.
Tony and Ziva entered the police station and showed their badges at the front desk.
"Special Agents DiNozzo and David," Tony greeted as he flipped the badge shut and put it back in his jacket pocket, "You called about the BOLO I put out on Jake Milos," The uniformed officer nodded silently and then picked up the phone. A minute later a familiar detective walked into the room.
"Special Agent DiNozzo," He held out his hand and Tony shook it.
"Detective Raimer," Tony replied. He'd got to know quiet a few of the detectives working in DC, "You have our suspect?" Tony asked, getting right down to buisness.
"Sure do," Raimer nodded, leading Tony and Ziva through a door and into lock up. Sitting in the far cell was Jake Milos. Tony recognised him from the chase earlier. He sat on the wooden bench with his head in his hands.
"You mind if we take him off your hands?" Tony asked even though he wouldn't be taking no for an answer.
"He's all yours DiNozzo, have enough paperwork to do without him adding to it."
"Has he said anything?" Ziva questioned.
Raimer shook his head, "Nothing polite anyway," Tony smiled. Raimer pulled out a large bunch of keys and opened the cell.
Tony stepped into the cell, "Hands behind your back Milos," Tony ordered. The young boy glared at Tony, "I do love it when they choose the hard way," Tony quipped. He lifted Jake to his feet and then pulled his hands behind his back. He pulled the cuffs from his belt and snapped them on.
"That hurts!" Jake growled.
"I'm sorry, forgot to bring my furry cuffs to work today," Toyn retorted. He pushed Jake out opf the cell and then lead him out the building. Ziva opened the car door and Tony pushed the boy inside. Tony then slammed the door and climbed into the passenger seat. Ziva frowned at the new arrangement but got into the drivers seat with no comment. Tony turned to Jake and smiled evilly, "This'll teach you for running," He said as Ziva pulled out of the car park with a screech. As Tony was flung across his seat he smiled, "Well worth it," He murmured to himself.