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Chapter 8
McGee pushed the door to the Director open, letting it slam against the wall with a loud thud. He winced slightly as he jolted his injured shoulder. Vance glanced at him angrily, then continued his conversation on the phone. McGee stood there impatiently, waiting for him to finish.
"Yes, I understand, thank you Eli,…and I am sorry for your loss, Ziva was an excellent Agent." Vance smiled sadly the put the phone down.
"What can I do for you Agent McGee" he asked casually, turning his attention to his paperwork.
"Yes there is something you can do" he yelled. "The director wont let us attend Ziva funeral…I" Vance interrupted him.
"If you're finished Agent McGee." He paused "I want to tell you that the Director of Mossad struck a deal. You find Jamal, you and the rest of the team are on the next
flight to Telia Viv" McGee broke out in to smile.
"only, if you catch the bad guy!" Vance warned. Tim nodded. The started for the door.
"oh and McGee?"
"Yes sir?"
"I want you to question Habib some more, see if you can get anything else out of him," McGee felt a pang of fear go through him. Habib Chavev was currently serving another ten year sentence in the prison not to far from NCIS headquarters. He hated prisons, ever since he was held captive in the woman's prison. He nodded in agreement then walked through the door.
Xxx
It had started to rain again, the kind of trencheal down pour that you only seemed to see in horror movies, the lighting that struck every so often illuminated the grey walls of the jail, making it seem scarier then it really was. A large metallic gate surrounded him, a jagged barbed wire coil resting on its head. The were exactly four guard towers towards in at the front of the jail, two of them being either side of the door, and the others. stretching to both ends of the prison. The prison itself was a large grey building, its windows bared and double glazed. Two security guards stood by the door, holding in their hands, a large rifle. As he was escorted in to the main room of the prison, he was not surprised at what he saw. A grey room with nothing but a table, some chairs and a large desk with a large woman behind it.
"What's your purpose here!" she spat, McGee found himself fearing the woman. He flashed his badge and a shaky smile.
"NCIS, I am here to asked an inmate by the name Habib Chavev some questions." the woman made a noise that resembled something between a snort and a grunt, then inclined her head to the gate to her left. The door opened with the slight push of a button and McGee was lead through the halls. Inmates stood at the bars, reaching out, spitting and shouting crude remarks. McGee ignored them, coming to a stop in front of the end cell.
Staring into the cell, McGee's eyes widened, the burning sensation of bile rising in his throat. The cell was dimly lit, but even through the poor lighting, Agent Timothy McGee could see the sickening sight in front of him.
An unusual pattern of blood spattered the walls, painting them a crimson red. In the middle of the cell, a decapitated body lay in a sprawled position on the floor, its arms laying to the sides of its naked body in a Christ-like fashion. And there, carved crudely in it's chest was one word.
'Snitch.'
Regaining his composure, McGee called to the guard. He came quickly, stopping at the Agents side, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Open the cell!" McGee demanded the man complied, not saying a word. McGee stepped in, ignoring the pungent smell that greeted him. He glanced round, disbelieve marrying his features. It was obvious who had done this. Jamal, who else? But the thing that struck the young Agent as odd, was how a fugitive got in to a state jail, passed the guards, managed to brutally murder an inmate, then get out again?
"I want all the surveillance tapes from yesterday to now!" McGee ordered, his tone rather forceful. The security guard nodded, heading back down the hallway. Sighing once again he turned to the sight of Habib Chavev mutilated body, the put on his gloves, ready for another hard days work.
Xxx
When McGee walked into the Bullpen, he was just about ready to collapse into his chair. His eyes felt as if the were to heavy to hold up anymore, his legs, arms, back and neck all ached, accompanied by a dull throbbing in his head.
He hadn't noticed the silver haired man sitting the desk across from his own, covered in shadowed from the darkened room. as his attention was turned to the clock. : 17:00 hours.
Sighing he fell into his chair, trailing a hand down his tired eyes. The elevator doors opened and a group of FBI agents exited, arguing amongst themselves. McGee mumbled under his breath, resisting the urge to roll his eye at the agents. An FBI Agent Josh Davies appeared in front of him, his pale spotty face sporting an unattractive expression.
"Can I help you?" he said, Josh nodded. "We need to find this terrorist, and you are sitting at your desk staring in to space, no correct me if I am wrong, but I don't think that is going to find him Agent McGee" Josh said, his voice holding a squeaky nasal quality to it. McGee stood, facing the man directly.
"Then how do you suppose we find him Agent Davies, where do you think he would have gone, can you tell me that , or are you gonna let me do my job and find his GPS tracker so we can arrest the bastard! " McGee shot back, venom in his voice. Josh opened his mouth, then quickly shut it again. "So you want to tell me again where he would be" the young agent mocked, enjoying the look of fear that crossed Josh's lips.
"Where do you think he would go McGee?" came a familiar voice from beside him.
"Boss?" the light to Gibbs's desk clicked, revealing his sitting calmly in his chair.
"He would have tried to get out of the country, Check the earliest flights to Tela viv" Gibbs said, rising from his seat.
"Why Tela Viv Boss?" McGee asked, typing furiously at his keyboard.
"Because McGee. Jamal is gonna finish what he started."