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Michael, Sam, and Jesse spent some good quality time explaining their group's history with Larry and Chechik to the government agents and it was well into the night before everyone disbanded to find work stations or couches to pass out on.
Michael advised that non one go back to their houses until Larry and Chechik were caught incase they knew Michael was working with the government. Booth and the squint squad had just shrugged. They spent lots of nights at the lab anyway. Gibbs had considered expressionlessly for a moment before nodding to Tony and McGee.
Gibbs and Jesse had crashed in the lounge above the lab and Booth and Sam had been invited to Hodgins office for some alcohol consumption. Michael figured that Sam would be fine. He had a high enough alcohol tolerance to be able to cope tomorrow without to bad of a hangover the next day.
Angela had slipped out to join Dr. Brennan in girl talk with Fiona and Ziva a long time ago, and McGee was back to illegally hacking government servers to find out more about Larry and Chechik.
That left Michael with Tony. He sighed and turned to the NCIS agent. "Did Ziva tell you were she was going?" he asked.
"Going for what?" Tony asked in confusion. "Oh right, 'girl talk'." he shuddered. "Is that terrifying or what? Anyway, I think she said they were going to Dr. Brennan's office."
"Okay then," Michael said, rubbing his eyes slightly tiredly. He started to walk in a random direction before pausing and backpedaling. "Where is that again?"
"Um..." Tony spun on the spot. "That way," he said pointing.
Michael nodded and started walking again. He paused for a moment and looked back over his shoulder. "Are you coming or what?" he called.
Tony blinked a few times and tried to fire up his over tired brain, "Why would I be coming?" he asked Michael in confusion. He started walking anyway just because he felt like it was probably the right thing for him to do.
"Because this is a two man job. I'll be extracting Fiona but that still leaves Montenegro, Soroyan, Brennan, and David to rope her back in. If you can get Ziva clear then we only have Angela, Cam, and Brennan to worry about. If we stop by Dr. Hodgins office and recruit the others then I think we can get everyone out without resorting to chloroform." Michael answered without breaking stride.
"Okay a few questions. One, do you look at everything like a military mission? Two, won't Fiona be pissed at you if you knock her out? And three where do you plan to get chloroform?" Michael asked as they went.
Michael sighed and sped up his pace. "I look at things like a military mission because I know how to handle those and Fiona has been plenty pissed off at me before I'd deal." he explained.
"What about where to find the chloroform?" Tony questioned further.
"Here," Michael answered as he casually picked the lock on a door marked medical supplies. "Let's see... chloroform, chloroform. Ah! Right here." Michael said swiping a bottle of white liquid off of the bottom shelf of the supply cabinet and shaking it so that the contents sloshed. "Okay let's go."
Tony opened his mouth to ask a question, but he ended up deciding he didn't actually want to know the answer since it probably wouldn't make any type of sense to him anyway. Michael slipped out of the supply closet and shut the door behind him.
They walked together towards Hodgins's office. As they got closer they could hear Booth and Sam filling each other in on the cases and jobs they had pulled since the last time they had seen each other. Hodgins was filling in details that Booth forgot. When they got even closer Michael smiled at the story Sam was telling. It was the story of when they had all pretended to be high end car thieves to take out some gang members who were hunting down a football player and his little sister.
"Hey Mikey! Hey DiNozzo." Sam called. "You're right in time I was just about to break out the Ojo for Dr. Hodgins. Want a shot DiNozzo?"
Tony glanced over at Michael and Booth. "Do I want a shot?"
"No!" Booth and Michael both told him vehemently. They had both had personal experience with that particular brand of alcohol and neither of them were particularly eager for a repeat of the experience. You would have to get both of them really really hammered before they would be willing to try that again, and whole they were both tired, they weren't quite to that point yet.
Michael leaned against the desk and shut his eyes until his ears were greeted with the sounds of spluttering and choking. Then he opened his eyes and took in the wobbling form of the entomologist. "Is he to drunk to help?"
Booth appraised him. "Yeah probably. What do you need help with?"
"Well it's," Michael checked his watch. "11:45 at night. Fi and the others have been talking for about three hours, and if you guys don't come to help us extract everyone then we have to go with plan B." Michael said holding up the chloroform for Sam and Booth to see.
"No worries brother. We'll help." Sam said. He and Booth both got up and walked with Michael and Tony towards the door. Booth took the lead to get them successfully to Dr. Brennans office. As they got closer they could hear the conversation.
When they entered the office, the first thing that Michael noticed was that no one was holding Charlie, and his mother was no where to be found. "Fi? Fi!" Fiona ignored him. "Fiona Glennane! Where are Charlie and my mom?"
"Oh relax Michael. Your mother is sleeping on a couch in the staff lounge and Charlie is asleep in the top drawer of the filing cabinet." then she went back to her conversation.
"You put a baby in a- never mind." he spluttered
Sam looked at him sympathetically and offered him the bottle of Ojo. Michael shook his head and walked quickly to the open drawer and looked in to find Charlie passed out happily next to another baby with a small sprouting of curly hair. He let out a sigh of relief that neither baby seemed to be particularly asfixiated.
He turned around to see that all of his freinds had been sucked into the little group. Sam looked pleasently surprised to be seated next to Cam. Ziva curled up next to Tony who looked like someone had handed him a time bomb, and Booth had placed a protective arm around Bones's shoulders. Michael decided to give up for now and slipped into the seat next to Fiona.
Angela was heckling Fi. "So tell us how you met Michael." she prodded.
"Or how about don't," Michael suggested.
"Oh come on!" Angela prodded. "You heard the story about how I met Hodgins. Ziva told about how she met Tony, and you heard about how Tempe and Booth got drunk and made out during the first case they ever worked together."
Booth made a gagging sound, "You told them?" he hissed at Bones.
Bones shrugged and curled further into Booth's side. "Angela and Cam are my best friends, I tell them lot's of things and I found gossiping with Ziva and Fiona very soothing."
Booth groaned and gratefully took the bottle Booth offered him. He took a swig of the alcohol and grimaced and waited for the more pleasant effects to set in.
Fi smiled. "Well I was at a bar in Dublin when Michael walked up to me and said-" Fi looked to him to help her tell the story.
Michael rolled his eyes but complied. He let his voice slip into a lilting Irish Brough and said, "Would you care to dance?"
"That's right." Fiona said with a smile. "Do you remember what happened next?"
"Yeah, you threatened to shoot me." Michael said with another eye roll.
"But I didn't," Fi pointed out.
"What happened next?" Angela asked happily.
Michael shrugged, "I said, 'I suppose that means yes'."
"Did you use that accent to?" Booth asked. The alcohol having not yet taken effect at this point.
Michael nodded. "It was part of my cover ID."
"When did you find out Fi?" Sam asked. He had never heard this story before.
Fiona smirked. "Michael talks in his sleep sometimes. I figured it would be hard to sleep talk with an American accent for someone who was actually from Cullcunny."
All of the girls laughed and Michael groaned. He tipped his head back against the chair and tried to ignore the noise so he could fall asleep but it wasn't working.
Michael turned to Booth. " Just give me the god damn alcohol." he sighed.
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