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"So let me get this straight," Tony said as he paced across the hotel room. "You guys just blew up an entire Columbian drug cartel, and your not even just a little bit phased?" He watched Fiona, Michael, Sam, and Jesse exchange looks. "Really?" Tony asked sceptically. "Nothing?" Their was still no reaction. "Right," Tony said flopping back into a hotel chair next to Ziva. "Just checking."
Their was a long moment of silence. Michael, Sam, Fiona, Jesse, and Booth had just finished recounting their story while Maddy burned through multiple cigarettes. The whole thing had taken roughly 20 minutes. Ziva and Gibbs had kept solidly blank faces while Bones tended a large cut on Booth's face and listened with interest and a little concern. Tony had been sceptical and disbelieving whole McGee's jaw had nearly fractured against the ground.
"Sooooo... Nice talking to all of you!" Fiona chirped with false cheeriness as she started to head towards the door.
Michael caught her hand gently just as Booth said, "Hey hey! Hold on! We still have to figure out what to do about the dead marine."
Jesse shrugged, "Not really our fault not really our problem."
"Not your problem?" Gibbs said in a quiet, incredulous voice. He had worked with and interrogated plenty of professional killers, but the sheer amount of disinterest from these people was rubbing him the wrong way.
Michael looked at him very calmly and said, "We didn't pull the trigger and we didn't make him join a Columbian drug cartel. Therefore not our fault."
"Well you did twist him into a quivering mess of a psych case before sending out to kill the Columbian's with a gun that was loaded with blanks Mike." Sam pointed out.
Michael glared at him. "Not helping Sam!"
"Quivering mess of a psych case?" Ziva asked.
Michael shrugged. "It's one of the rules of covert ops. Never do anything yourself when you could just as easily make someone else do it. If you can make a bunch of bad guys kill each other, then it saves you the hassle."
Another moment of silence greeted his words. The statement had made everyone who didn't already know Michael realize what he was really capable of.
"So, anything else you government dudes want? 'Cause we got things to do. You know people with issues to charge money for solving?" Jesse asked impatiently.
"Yeah about that." Booth said. He sounded like he was preparing to duck and cover if it became necessary. "Your all going to need to come back to D.C with us and fill out some paper work for the FBI." Booth glanced at Gibb's. "Are you going to want to ask him any questions?" Booth asked with a jerk towards Michael's team.
Gibbs nodded silently. He had reverted back to silent and impassive the minute he had been offered an explanation to Michael's impassiveness.
Michael exchanged looks with the rest of his team. The looks on their faces ranged from boredom, to resignation, to distaste. Michael didn't much want to be in D.C where the general opinions about him ranged, in Jesse's words from 'The he was done wrong folks and the They should have shot him folks.' But if it couldn't be avoided and the rest of the team didn't mind then he couldn't see a good way to say no.
He sighed, "Fine."
Booth was a little surprised. He had thought it would be harder to get the trained ex-spies to agree.
"Michael..." Fiona whined slightly. "If we are tacking a trip to D.C than I will need to go home and pack."
"Aw really Fi?" Michael groaned.
Fiona's eyes narrowed dangerously before an idea occurred to her and she brightened. "Well I suppose you could always buy me a whole new wardrobe once we get to D.C." She suggested.
Michael looked at Booth and Gibbs. "We're gonna need to make a stop before D.C."
Booth nodded and grabbed Bones's wrist to check her watch. "We can't go now anyway it's to late to leave."
"But Booth." Bones complained. "I have dark age bones to analyze."
"And they will still be dark age and bony when we get back to D.C at a normal time, when you can actually get work done without my worrying that you'll fall asleep and stab yourself with a scalpel or something." Booth answered.
Bones huffed but curled up in her chair next to Booth. She stubbornly tried to keep her eyes open to prove Booth's point about falling asleep at work wrong but she couldn't help her eyes drifting shut. Eventually she gave up fighting against sleep and nestled her head into Booth's shoulder so she was more comfortable. In a few minutes she was asleep.
"Okay. As long as we've got everything sorted I think everyone should get some sleep." Gibbs said. "Mr. Porter, Mr. Axe, you can sleep on the couches in my and agent McGee's room. Miss Glennane, Miss Westen, I'm sure you can have the couches in the room Dr. Brennan and Agent David are sharing."
Their was no response from Ziva for a long moment. "Ziva?" Gibbs asked before checking over the back of the couch he had seen Ziva sitting on to find her curled up like a cat next to Tony. Gibbs indulged in a slight smile at seeing her with her head on Tony's chest. The two bickered so often during the day that it was amusing to see how contentedly silent they were when they were tired.
"Tony. Carry her back to her room." He ordered before walking to his bed. McGee had gone already.
Tony nodded and scooped up Ziva while heading towards the door. Ziva woke up about half way there and her eyes snapped open. "What do you think your doing Tony?" she grumbled. Normally the toan she used would have been enough to make Tony cower but when she was that sleepy it only made him smile.
"I think I'm playing the dashing hero to a very sleepy Israeli." he answered her with a grin.
"Don't be ridi-i-i-c-." Ziva started to say before she was cut of by her own yawn. She closed her eyes again and curled back into Tony's chest.
Sam let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like, "whipped."
Madeline followed them to the other room.
"Michael come help me set up the pullout couch." Fiona ordered suddenly.
Michael immediately got up and followed her out the door.
"Although not to that point." Sam said. He used his normal volume of voice this time.
"No kidding." Booth said with a smile. His attention cut off when Bones shifted a bit.
Sam looked pointedly at the sleeping doctor. "Speaking of whipped-"
"Shut up and pour me a drink Sam." Booth growled out.
"Can do buddy."
In the other room Michael and Tony had tucked in Ziva and Fiona while Madeline had managed to fall asleep almost instantly..
They stopped for a moment to watch the sleeping girls.
"It's wierd isn't it?" Tony commented. "The two most dangerous women in probably the entire world and they still look adorable when they sleep."
"Three of the most dangerous women in the world. Although I'll grant you my mother is a little less than adorable." Michael said smiling a little, then he and Tony left to go and have a drink.
A/N: I'm sorry! repeat times 100000! I had a ton of stuff I had to do for homework. I hope you like this new chapter and review for me! Happy Valentines Day in case I don't post tomorrow!