Tony had slept the night in the spare room they had in the tiny house. After having a successful night DiNozzo had managed to catch up on the missed sleep Gibbs had forced him to have. The bed was soft, okay maybe not the best or the most comfortable but it was enough, and it certainly beat sleeping on the floor or couch. He twisted in the sheets so that he was face down. Clutching the pillow above his head he slowly cracked open an eye. The light streamed in around the thin curtain, showing that it was a pleasant day. Smiling, whilst climbing out of bed, he grabbed his pants and underwear. He had kept on his shirt in case of the wire showing through. Gibbs had drummed it into him that he mustn't take the wire off as the details were still vague on these people. His nostrils flared at the slight smell of pancakes being made through the door. Opening the door he was met with the sight of Emily, the woman he met last night, making the breakfast.
"Good morning." She turned abruptly at his voice still clutching the wooden spoon. She relaxed visibly at seeing Tony.
"And to you. I trust you had a nice sleep, yes?"
DiNozzo stretched to prove his point and grinned at the lady as he made his way to the counter.
"Pancakes?" At his nod she put two on a plate. "Here you are." She handed the plate as he sat down at the neatly prepared table. Sometimes it even scared even Tony, and how able he was at blending in with a crowd.
In the following hour, the four missing men arrived in the kitchen. Matheus was first to break the silence as they finished their plates.
"So... Erm… What we doing today then?"
'Poppa' pointed at Tony. "You sure you're in this for real, then?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Tony bended the truth only slightly. Seemingly satisfied with his answer, they continued the discussion.
"A man by the name of 'Guy' has asked for us to go to his yard. New hit." He grinned maniacally as his finished his sentence. Vin laughed and let out a small whoop at the new proposed 'fun'. Still in character, Tony grinned as he picked at the cold remnants on his plate.
"Brilliant…"
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At hearing the sound of talking his earphone, Jethro Gibbs jerked awake. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to focus on the mumbling in his ear. He replaced the earphones back onto his ear and he straightened, finding his pen and pan next to him. He listened to Tony talk to the woman.
"Great. He's flirting." Gibbs had to acknowledge the unorthodox style of working undercover. It had been perfect so far and if he didn't know better, Gibbs would have thought DiNozzo was a genuine suspect and killer.
He knew Tony could conceal anything through that solid mask he has in place, but Gibbs had seen right through it. He also knew that Tony had obviously had some trouble when he was younger, sure it was obvious in how he doesn't get to close to people but the way he talks and acts seems to cover up any past experiences.
Gibbs perked up as the 6 people moved out of the house slowly. He saw and heard Tony talking to Jezza. They shared some banter about the various baseball matched recently and Emily occasionally made a comment that made them laugh.
"Right, I've got the directions. You know where you're going?" Poppa asked the solidly built Vin climbing in the driver's seat of a large SUV.
"Yeah, it's not too far away."
"Where is it?" Tony probed in hope that Gibbs would get there first as to not look suspicious and with Gibbs' driving; Tony didn't see it as unlikely.
Gibbs called the other back-up members scattered around the house and told them the address so they could meet him there. This is the moment that they had been waiting for and once they had the man that created the targets for the assassins to kill, they would be able to get any remaining members.
The Special Agent waited for the big car to turn the corner before he sped off in the opposite direction, using a shortcut he had found earlier. When he reached the large house that was a spectacular view he dropped off the car and climbed into a new one so as to not arouse suspicion. Agent Millar greeted him as he jumped into the passenger seat.
The two agents watched as the black SUV pulled up next to the house and climbed out. Gibbs saw Poppa straighten out his smart suit as Emily pushed the door bell. They listened to the discussion between the smaller man 'Guy', who opened the door and greeted the small group of people as they walked inside of the modern house.
Suddenly a large cackling sound erupted into Gibbs' headphones. He ripped them off his head after grunting in pain. Millar looked at him in confusion as Gibbs swore loudly.
"It's been blocked." Gibbs indicated the machine in front of him. He looked up and glared at the house. "They've stopped any sound equipment."
Millar quickly gathered the radio in his hand and informed the rest of the team. He turned back to Gibbs after getting a reply.
"My agent still has a visual."
"Where is he?" Gibbs almost shouted.
"South East of the building. He can see your man in there now."
Gibbs climbed out of the car and making sure he was concealed ran at full speed to the agent currently waiting behind the wall. He watched as DiNozzo sat in between Matheus and Vin as 'Guy' spoke to them.
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Tony knew something had gone wrong as soon as it happened. He had walked through metal panels on the walls that he was sure interfered with the audio strapped to his chest. Knowing he was effectively on his own, he kept in character as they walked through the large dwelling. The man leading them, who introduced himself as 'Guy' was a short but oddly scrawny human that wore a short black wig that sat obviously on his head. Not a cliché type of villain then thought Tony as they were shown into the living room where a comfortable and long couch sat.
Working through normal procedure in his head, he knew if Gibbs didn't have any view of Tony that he would have 2 minutes max at finding what they need to know about the man stood opposite him. The man's deep voice brought out the thoughts.
"So I hear you did quite a number of that last target?" The guests grinned at one another as they listened to Guy. "Well, I better get down to business then." A picture was thrown across the coffee table of a man Tony recognised as the woman who had opposed him when they were interviewing. She had thrown a fit at Tony for calling a move a 'Chick-flick'.
"What she do?" Emily asked looking at the picture.
"Pissed off the wrong people. Usual larky really." A hint of an English accent came through as he continued speaking. Tony glanced at Matheus who sat next to him. Tony could feel him shaking as once again; he ringed his hands out in front. He repeatedly looked at the picture of the woman and then back up to the owner of the house.
"Problem, Jordan?" Jezza asked his friend.
"Heh, none at all." The others continued but Jezza looked at his friend as if he had grown another head.
"So when do we need her gone?"
"Today if possible." As soon as Tony heard those words he knew that the operation was going to be finished before they left the room. They had caught the suspects, the organiser and his minions. It was a shame though because Tony knew they were decent people, apart from the fact that they were serial killers. If he had met them out of work, he knew he would probably be good mates with them, but that's not how it works and Tony had learnt that from the beginning of his police career.
"Are you sure you're alright, Jordan?" Jezza persisted again.
Tony looked at the man next to him. It was clear he was a nervous wreck once again. The sweat was dripping down his forehead like a waterfall and the eyes were darting to every person in the room.
"Yes I'm fine. Just need a drink, that's all." Emily stood up to get a drink for him but Tony beat her to it.
"I'll get him one. It's fine. I need the bathroom anyway." Matheus looked up at Tony with wide eyes. Emily shrugged and sat back down.
DiNozzo walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He saw Poppa talking to Matheus and getting a sneer on his face. Guy stood up forcefully and was muttering angrily at the Jordan. After closing the door properly he pulled out his mobile and sent a text to Gibbs.
Gibbs. Suspects know. Matheus told. Guns. Tony.
He clutched the phone to his side as the door was ripped open and a gun was pushed against his forehead. Looking down the barrel, he saw Poppa smiling. He pushed send before lifting up his hands in a sign of surrender.
"Good day Sergio Conner. Or rather, Detective Anthony DiNozzo."
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