A/N this is only a shortish one. But considering the size of the last ones... i'm sure you don't mind! Enjoy...
"Why did you do it, Poppa?" Tony asked sincerely to the murderer.
"Honestly?" Poppa asked with eyebrows lifted.
"Would I have it any other way?" Tony smiled and tilted his head once again. A snarl escaped the lips of the soon-to-be convicted.
"Everybody has there own reasons DiNozzo." Poppa leant forward to rest his weight on the metal table in front. "Some just rather describe it in their heads," He tapped his temple to show his point, "Then out loud."
"Lucky for me you're the second type. Speak." Tony said, all humour lost. Poppa sighed and rolled his dark eyes.
"To tell you the truth," his pools bore into Tony's, "I'm not so sure why they were the ones who were killed."
"Let me guess then. This 'Guy'," Tony held imaginary speech marks in the air, "just told you to jump and you asked how high?" He stopped to think of his wording before shaking his head and adding, "In so many words."
"In so many words. But Detective DiNozzo, I don't think even you is stupid enough to believe that that is the real reason. It was more like," His eyes looked up and to the right, thinking of his next words, "He told us the type of person and we would think about who we wanted out."
"That's how Matheus killed his man." Tony stated. Poppa let out a hard laugh.
"Hardly. That man could hardly kill a fly without first planning every step. It would get away before he had time to follow through!" He smacked his hand on the table, Tony didn't flinch. "That's why we stepped in. We cut out the thinking. We cut out the silly messing around." Poppa leant forward to glare at Tony in the eyes, "We cut out the man before our payment disappeared, just like the fly. That's why, my friend, we killed those men."
Tony and Poppa sat in silence for another 15 minutes. If Tony had been a probie, he would have been shocked at how natural this man looked sat across from him in chains. Poppa clearly wasn't bothered about going away to prison for life and even gave off an air of… smugness? It was almost as if this man would repeat his actions in a heartbeat without any remorse for other people. That was what affected Tony, although he never showed it. The idea that no compassion, emotion was displayed or ran through the mans' veins just baffled him. Sure, he could relate to people hiding away feelings such as jealousy or love but that was different… wasn't it?
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He slid the great metal door shut and leant against it. His head touched the door as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Tony held it in for as long as possible.
"You gonna let that out soon? I would hate to take you back down to Ducky."
Tony reeled his head against the door to look at the special agent smirking at him.
"Good job Tony." Gibbs turned and left heading through the small corridor door.
It took Tony a moment to register the rare praise before calling out a 'thanks!' and made a short jog to catch up to Jethro. He fell in step behind the Agent.
"Gibbs! Ducky is taking us for drinks. Care to join?" Abby looked between the Special Agent and Detective with hope gleaming in her eyes.
"How could I resist a request from a lady?" Tony beamed at the Goth girl in front.
"Sweet!" She turned expectantly to look at Gibbs who just gave a small smile and a peck on her cheek.
"Why not."
"I was hoping you would say that Jethro." Ducky appeared from behind them with his coat over his arm. A smile graced his lips. Just as Gibbs was about to speak, Tony beat him to the punch by glaring at the silver haired man.
"I'm driving."
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"So I jumped down from the ladders and Bang! Landed right on the running man. It was a real James Bond moment."
Gibbs, Ducky, Tony and Abby crowded around a small table at a local bar Abby had suggested. It was small but local place with soft music playing in the background. The lights were turned down a fair bit and people drank whilst speaking and standing. It was homely in the Goths' eyes.
"What were your gadgets, Tony?"
Tony looked at the girl and smirked suggestively. Gibbs rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin at Tony's humour.
"Quite." Ducky laughed before lifting his glass in a toast manner. Tony and Gibbs lifted their pints whilst Abby lifted her bottle.
"Here's to all those that I love.
Here's to all those that love me.
And here's to all those that love those that I love.
And all those that love those that love me."
"Should I even ask Ducky?" Gibbs laughed.
"A very popular Scottish Toast, Jethro. My mother used to say it at every birthday! It stays in your mind after a while."
The four laughed genuinely as they clinked together their drinks.
A/N Like I said before, this story isn't quite finished yet but please review. i hate to beg again but you know! It only takes 10 seconds. Thanks. x Leigh