"Obviously this isn't working," DiNozzo sighed behind the two way glass. The group was secretive and right now seemed to turn to Kisuke for answers, or the small white haired kid. Toshiro and Kisuke didn't act like father and son, or even their story of parental guardianship.
"Yes, Tony. That was the plan," Ziva said, knowledge behind her words. Gibbs had not told Tony of their plan so to make DiNozzo appear normal, so the group would not know of an underlying agenda.
"What plan? You know, the more the merrier."
"Tony, you inadvertently ruined the plan by coming in here in the middle of the interrogation," replied Ziva, slightly annoyed.
"What plan?"
"In seeing how they act together in response to questions, then separately," McGee explained, hoping that the soul reapers could get their stories straight.
What the team members hadn't noticed was Gibbs was no longer in the room but removing the soul reapers, plus Karin, out of the room. When Ichigo, the last of the group, tried to exit Gibbs held him back.
"You'll stay in here."
"What's going?" asked Kisuke, a mock sense of alarm in his voice. Kisuke knew the NCIS team was going to separate them as soon as DiNozzo-chan had left the room. He obviously wasn't clued in on the scheme at hand. Well, it had made things more believable.
"We're going to do separate interrogations," Gibbs said flatly, motioning for Urahara into the next interrogation room, right next to Ichigo's room.
"Why thank you, leader-chan!" said Kisuke happily, entering his designated room. Gibbs frowned at the title given to him, but chose to leave the subject alone. This man didn't take things seriously, and was probably trying to get something out of him. Gibbs stared into the room, watching as Urahara sat down with a grin. When he saw Urahara wave to him, Gibbs let the door shut.
Next Gibbs opened the last door for Toshiro, who studied the empty room quietly. Toshiro walked in and immediately sat down in the chair, waiting to see what Gibbs would do. Gibbs did a once over of the interrogation room and closed to door.
Karin hung along the back wall, curious to what would become of her. She didn't want to be interrogated; she and Ichi-nii hadn't truly gotten their cover stories entirely straight.
"Stay here," Gibbs said before walking back towards the first interrogation room.
DiNozzo was just about to go into a rant about how helpful he would have been in this so called plan when the door opened behind him, slamming into his back.
"Hey!" He yelped.
"DiNozzo," said Gibbs nonchalantly.
"Boss," DiNozzo replied emotionless, hoping a head slap wouldn't be added.
"I'll take Ichigo Kurosaki," said McGee, walking out and into the appropriate interrogation room. He found that Ichigo might be the easiest one to fake the interview with and when Gibbs had mentioned this plan it wasn't specific on who was interviewing who.
"I guess I will take Toshiro Hitsugaya," said Ziva, curious about the white haired boy.
"That leaves me with Urahara then!" said DiNozzo, his tone was mixed with both excitement and dread.
"No, you've got the Kurosaki girl."
"What? Come on bo-"
"DiNozzo," there was a warning tone in Gibb's voice, almost the tone for a head slap.
"Right boss, I'll get on it."
Gibb's was left with the strange Kisuke Urahara. From what little contact the two had, Gibbs could only tell that his whole demeanor was a charade. Something else was happening here, something that everyone knew about, and possibly two members of his own team.
. . .
The three brothers arrived in DC, not by any commercial means. They weren't planning on being caught or having to explain their presence. Taro, the eldest of the brothers, held a strange device in his hands. The small, metallic box had a dark green screen with moving black lines. A tracker of sorts. Their employer, who none of the siblings new by name, had created such a device to track any and all the gigai she had crafted.
Koji, the middle child, started rattling off about America, and American culture, in which his two brothers ignored. Koji hadn't truly noticed the lack of interest from his brothers, and even if he did notice the slight hints he chose to ignore them. His brothers were only people he had left, besides their employer. Their employer was a strange lady, never exactly giving a name for herself. She liked the silence so Koji didn't speak too much around her and made sure not to rattle off facts.
The last child, was Nao. Nao was the youngest and most timid. He was quiet like his eldest brother, Taro, but not for the same reasons. Taro chose silence, which also naturally accompanied his cold and detached attitude. Nao on the other hand was just too shy and hesitant, unsure of each action. Being in DC was starting to stress the poor boy out, luckily his fighting abilities made up for a lot.
In comparison Taro looked unrelated to his brothers by sheer appearance. His facial structure and build were similar but his coloring was off. His hair appeared black, but in the light looked more like a dark blue and his eyes like the color of the deep ocean plagued with a terrifying storm. Koji, the middle brother, had very light brown almost blond hair and had eyes like the calm sea. Nao had similar hair to Koji but his eyes were a beautiful, sun kissed hazel. In reality it was hard to tell these boys were related. Taro could see the resemblance easier in his two brothers compared to himself. Taro had always wondered if maybe he had a different father, but at the question their mother would always dodge it.
Abruptly Taro stopped mid step and turned to face the building in front of him, "We're here," he said emotionless, in Japanese.
Koji frowned and stared at the large building. It didn't look like a residential building, "Where exactly is here?" Replied the brother.
"W-what does that s-say?" asked the youngest nervously pointing to lettering in English.
"NCIS," said Taro with Koji sounding out the lettering behind him. Taro knew English and could speak it well, he just worried for his two idiot brothers. Koji had definitely been taught English but who knew if he actually paid attention and Nao had just started learning it.
"W-we can't get in t-there," whimpered Nao, who had seen all the security.
"Hey, we can see them but they can't see us," Koji winked and headed straight towards the government building. Taro only nodded in agreement and followed.
"This won't end well…" mumbled Nao, fearful of the adventure before them.
. . .
"How is this possible?!" Yelled Abby to no one in particular. She had redone the tests again, and again, and again. The same results each time, there was nothing strange about the chocolate. It was just chocolate.
"How is what possible?" asked DiNozzo as he and Karin walked into the lab. Abby's music was blaring throughout the room and could easily be heard down the hall, but so could Abby's scream of frustration. The goth turned down the music upon Karin and DiNozzo's entry and immediately approached Karin.
"Karin, Karin! You'll have to get that Urahara guy down here! I wanna ask him some questions about this chocolate!"
"Why? Was there something wrong with the chocolate?" DiNozzo asked hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.
"Of course not silly! The chocolate is perfectly fine! But that's what I wanted to talk to Urahara about!"
As DiNozzo let out a sigh of relief, Abby took a large gulp of her Caff-Pow. Upon swallowing Abby looked towards the entrance of her lab and saw three boys enter, three boys of which she didn't recognize.
Choking on the drink Abby coughed and sputtered, "Who the heck are you?!" causing the attention of Karin and DiNozzo to shift to the lab entry.
"Y-you can s-see us?" said the shortest one, sounding like a nervous wreck.
The taller, darker one of the group pointed back outside the lab, "We're lost. Directions?"