Chapter 11: FBI Really Stands For" Foolish Blithering Idiots
When I had arrived at the barn that Jacob had hidden me in, only the yellow "DO NOT CROSS" security tape remained at the crime scene, everything else had been bagged and tagged and shipped back to the NCIS impound yard. I quickly scoped out the surrounding area, before making quick work of the security tape. I stashed my motorcycle in the back of the barn, behind an old broken down tractor, then I readied the scene for the show I would put on for one Mr Kyle Boone.
Hours later, I stood by the window of the barn, only close enough to see anyone approaching, but still far enough away that they wouldn't be able to see me. It was starting to get dark. I glanced at my watch. "6:52, he should be here any minute now," I thought. Stepping away from the window, I placed a small piece of duct tape over my mouth, a shiny red bow on my head, and sat down with my back to a bail of hay that was conveniently placed in the middle of the barn.
I heard quick, heavy footsteps approaching the barn, so I put my hands behind my back, as if I had been hand cuffed, and feigned a panicked expression. Then, the door to the barn flew open, and I began to scream through the duct tape – my parents had always praised my acting skills. "Hey Jake, sorry I'm late, I–" he paused after shutting the door behind him, "now what's this?" he walked over and squatted down in front of me. "Did my little brother leave you as a welcome home present for me?" his head tilted slightly to the side, but the maliciously sadistic smirk stayed intact. "Oh, I just can't wait to kill you," he mused, as he stood up, "now, where would I find a knife?" he turned and walked towards a rusted old tool bench that stood next to the window.
As quietly as I could, I peeled off the duct tape, got to my feet, and crept up behind him. He must have felt my breath on his neck, because his whole body went ridged. "You couldn't kill me if you tried," I hissed in his ear, before bringing my elbow down on the pressure point in the crook of his neck. He fell from his crouched position and crumbled on the ground at my feet, unconscious.
Without taking my eyes off of him, I went to my bike to get the hand cuffs that Abby had lent me. After Boone was cuffed to a wooden post in the middle of the barn, I called Gibbs.
"Gibbs," he said. "Gibbs, I have Kyle Boone in my possession," there was a long pause, "have Tim track my phone to my location. Oh, and you might want to have someone make a call to the local penitentiary to give them an update, I'm sure they can't wait to have their prisoner back." I hung up and went back to watching my captive.
Twenty minutes later, I heard several cars come to a stop on the grass that surrounded the barn. "That's way too many cars to be just NCIS," I thought as I walked over to the window. Just as I got close enough to get a glimpse of the people surrounding my makeshift prison, the door was knocked clean off its hinges by a battering ram. "FBI! Hands where I can see 'em!" There must have been at least twenty uniformed FBI agents storming the barn, all donning the same black Kevlar vests. "You have got to be kidding me!" I said as cuffs were placed on my wrists, "I'm an NCIS agent! My credentials are in the motorcycle behind the tractor along with my ID and firearm." "Yeah right, we haven't gotten word of any new NCIS agents, and besides, you're too young to be working for the government anyway," an agent droned on as he dragged Boone and I away to a metal van.
Without a second's hesitation, I smashed my head back into my captor's nose and kicked his legs out from underneath him. This got the attention of the agent who looked to be in charge of this whole operation. "Listen Agent…" I barked as I searched his ID tag for a name, "Fornell, I am Special Agent Madison Redmond. I am the forensic field agent for team Gibbs. Now if you can get that through your bloody skull, then feel free to give him a call. But I swear that if you don't uncuff me in the next thirty seconds—" "No need to finish that threat, Madi," Gibbs said as he appeared in the doorway, flashing his credentials to the other agents. "Now, Fornell, I'd do as she says," Gibbs continued with a smirk of his own.
I turned back to Fornell, who nodded to the agent behind me, to uncuff me. The man, then, proceeded to unlock my cuffs, but not before trying to cop a feel of my backside. This action resulted in me turning around and punching him in the jaw. He was unconscious before he even hit the floor. "And as for you, Fornell," I yelled as I marched over to him and threw the cuffs at his feet, "you want to know what I think of the United State's FBI? They are a bunch of Foolish Blithering Idiots!"
I stomped over to my bike, put my helmet on, and started the engine. "Gibbs," I called over my shoulder, "if you need me, I'll be talking to my uncle." He nodded back an affirmative, and I was off, speeding out into the last rays of sunlight before darkness settled over the roads.