A/N: Hello everybody! I'm thrilled that I received all those wonderful reviews so I decided to treat you all on a (in my book) long chapter, unfortunately the flu has decided to throw some party and I was one of the lucky guest that was invited. But I still managed to type a …..so enjoy.
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James Mitchell's day was not going like he had planned it. It all started the moment he had killed his colaege. Well he smiled slightly, the actual killing part had worked out fine but after that everything went to hell. Not only had the stupid NCIS shown up far to soon, no he had also been followed by his brother in law. Because he had been concerned about him, his sister had told him some stories that pressed him to follow James. And that had lead to the actual fact that he had seen the murder. Pressing his hand against his eyes he inwardly sighed, thank god the fool had decided to confront him when he had walked back to his car. Instead of going to the police himself his brother in law had tried to convince James to turn himself in. The reason: he just knew that James had done the actual killing out of self defence. God what a loser. Of course it wasn't self defence, that asshole had tried to rip him of his coke. But that idiot of his brother in law would not see it, well all for the better of course. Because he had been able to convince that moron that he would turn himself in, and gave him the opportunity to deal accordingly with brother in law. But what he hadn't expected was the fact that the twit had fought back, or that a storm would result in a fallen tree on his car destroying his chance on a successful escape. But now, smiling James studied the stricken looking man in front of him, yes now everything would turn out alright again.
"I'm may not be this Tony, but I'm sure I can help you find him."
Gibbs had not expected to get a response, so it was no surprise that he was more then surprised when a man appeared. Quickly recovering his equilibrium he regarded the man with professional interest: tall and broad, were the two most immediate characteristics that came to Gibbs's mind. The man was huge and packed a lot of muscle but that was not what draw the most attention: that honour was reserved for the eyes. Soulless was the best way to describe them, they held no life or compassion. Swallowing his sudden fear (damn it, he was Jethro Bastard Gibbs not a Probie), he responded.
"Hello, My name is Gibbs. And I'm with NCIS." He didn't bother to explain the term since the men was wearing a outfit that indicated that he was a marine. "What happened to you?"
Only years of training alerted Gibbs on the slight wince in the man's posture when he mentioned NCIS. Carefully filing the information away, he waited for an answer.
'Fuck, this day just got worse,' Mitchell thought. 'That goddamn guy was a Fed. His first guess had been that the man had lost his boyfriend after an argument, and supportive as he was he could have helped him find the guy and at the same time have a way to get of the mountain. But now he was under the risk of getting caught. Time for a good show. "Hi, I'm James and I had the unfortunate luck for a tree to land on my car. I barely managed to get out alive. I decided to look for another way down, but it looks like every road that could get me of this mountain is blocked. I had just given up the hope that I could get some help, when I suddenly heard you calling. Really good timing." careful now James, "But, if you don't mind, what is NCIS doing here agent Gibbs?"
Gibbs studied the man in front of him, all his gut instincts where telling him that this man meant trouble. Quickly deciding what he could tell without giving to much information, he started to speak: "No, I don't mind. I'm looking for an agent of mine. We're here to investigate the death of a collegue of your and I had just sent my agent up here to search the area for more evidence when the storm started. I've been looking for him since that time."
Almost growling James suppressed his anger. Not only did he now have to deal with one nosy agent, somewhere out there was a second one... and what was worse, that one might even have heard or seen something. Well there was only one thing he could do now: straitening his shoulders he put on his most sympathetic face and spoke: "I think that we should look for your agent together, after all there's no way of this mountain and two have a better chance of finding him,'... hopefully dead but if necessary then I'm at least right beside you to handle the situation... if that guy saw something he shouldn't have.
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