Hello! I promised I hadn't abandoned this and here I am. Still, I'm not entirely sure about this chapter, it's kinda forced because I needed to push the plot forward. Still I hope you enjoy it. Huge thank you to everyone who has favorited and followed this. It means a lot especially since this is such an odd crossover.

Disclaimer: Still don't own the originals.

Chapter 6 - Interrogation with Turtles

Picking up Hun was not easy, but the NCIS agents were able to handle him on their own, with minimal assistance from their new ninja friends. Raph, who apparently kept as close an eye on the Purple Dragons as Jones, knew where to find their latest meeting place. So, with a little helps from the local LEOS, they raided the place. The turtles kept most of the thugs from running away so Gibbs and his team focused on apprehending Hun and Dragonface. Hun gave in with remarkable grace when faced with federal agents with guns. Dragonface thought he could take Ziva; so she showed him otherwise. He needed to have his arm and collarbone set at the hospital before he could be transported to D.C. for questioning. The rank and file of the gang would be processed by the local authorities but the two ringleaders were going with NCIS for interrogation. The NYPD officers didn't argue with Gibbs when he told them the plan, in fact they seemed relieved. Gibbs understood their attitude when he saw Hun in person.

"How did you find us?" the behemoth asked as Gibbs led him, at gun point with Ziva covering because they were taking no chances, to a prisoner transport truck.

"I'll tell you later," Gibbs promised. He figured that he could use that information against the man and if he did start raging against ninja turtles, they could at least get him declared unstable.

Hun turned to say something but stopped to stare up at the roof tops. Gibbs turned but he couldn't see anything, not even a turtle silhouette. Hun grinned as he climbed into the truck. Something about that grin worried Gibbs, but there was nothing he could do.

Gibbs sipped his coffee as he considered the changes since the last time he stood in observation, watching a suspect. Last time was a punk kid with a surprisingly good heart and Gibbs was alone. This time, his suspect was a monster of a man and Gibbs was surrounded by people. His team came to watch the show, and Casey and April had talked their way in to. Gibbs wasn't sure how that happened since he was expecting them to stay in New York with the turtles. Speaking of the turtles, Gibbs wasn't alone with his thoughts either. Before they left, Donny had given them little ear buds so the turtles could talk to the federal agents and little camera buttons so the turtles could watch from home. Mikey kept saying it was better than a soap opera, which usually led to a fight with Raph and Leo snapping at them to be quiet. Gibbs appreciated that since it kept him from scolding them and looking like fool.

Gibbs looked around. Granted, everyone here knew why he'd be barking "Shut it!" Tony, Ziva, and McGee all had the same earpiece as he did, though they weren't as subtle with it. Ziva looked annoyed, McGee kept flinching and DiNozzo…Tony loved it. Gibbs fought not to roll his eyes or smack the man as he quietly cheered for Mikey in the latest brotherly brawl. April and Jones obviously had no problem with having four teenage turtles yammering in their ears, though Casey was cheering for Raph and started a shoving match with DiNozzo over it. Gibbs mentally thanked Splinter when the rat reined in his sons and quiet again settled in the room.

On the other side of the glass, things were less cheery.

Hun hadn't moved after he sat down. He didn't need to since he was intimidating just sitting there. He seemed to fill the room and he was more relaxed than Gibbs expected. That was never good. They needed something to surprise the man, put him off center.

"Ziva," Gibbs said sharply, catching his agent's attention. "I want you in there, don't let him get control."

Ziva nodded. She was good and not easily rattled or intimidated. It might not be enough, but it was better than sending McGee or DiNozzo in there.

Ziva nodded and left without a word. They all watched as she entered the interrogation room. Hun eyed her carefully then obviously dismissed her. Clearly he didn't consider a woman a threat. That was good for them, since he would underestimate her.

"Mr. Hun," Ziva addressed the man as she sat down. "I have some questions for you."

"Yeah, girly?" Hun sneered. "I might have some for you, like why a little girl like you is in such a dangerous job instead of home with a man."

Ziva ignored the insult and opened the file she brought with her. She pulled out Corporal Barry's service photo. "Have you ever seen this man?"

Hun looked at the picture and shrugged, a dramatic move in such a big man. He dwarfed Ziva but she didn't back down. "Don't think so, should I know him?"

"How about now?" Ziva pulled out a photo she took at the crime scene.

Hun smiled. "Nope."

"Are you sure?" she asked. "We found your DNA under his fingernails."

"How'd you get my DNA?" the thug asked, suddenly paying attention.

"In the course of our investigation, we linked you to several acts of violence and vandalism in the area," Ziva continued. She was doing pretty well, already the suspect was off balance. "Anything to say about that?"

"I've never been charged," Hun said, leaning back, though he couldn't go far or he'd hit his head on the wall. "Why do you think that is?"

"Because you think you are scary and you have some scary friends," she answered. Gibbs wondered where she was going with that. She needed to be careful. In his ear, the turtles were oddly silent as they listened.

"I do, powerful ones," Hun laughed. "Do you think I'm scary?"

It was Ziva's turn to laugh. In observation, Casey was snarling under his breath and only April kept him from trying to leap through the glass. There was history there, Gibbs thought. Maybe they could use that.

"I have faced scary men," Ziva was saying. "I have worked with them and against them." She leaned forward, calm and poised. "I have killed them. I do not think you are scary."

"I bet you'd think differently if we weren't on your turf," Hun challenged. "I'd squish you like a bug."

"You couldn't squish a rat," Ziva teased. The turtled roared with laughter.

"You don't mean…" Hun looked surprised, startled. Clearly he wasn't expecting a connection to the turtles.

"Sorry, my English isn't always so good. Maybe I mixed my metaphors again," Ziva continued smoothly. Gibbs whispered, "Good job," into the coms.

Hun shook his head, still confused. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. You won't keep me in here for long."

"Where were you on the night his man was murdered," Ziva asked, finally cutting to the chase.

"I don't know," Hun said easily, not falling for the trap. "Probably at the office. I usually work late."

"Do you own any swords?" Ziva asked.

"Yes, I like weapons."

"Where are they?"

"Couldn't tell you at the moment. I'm in the process of moving."

"Really?" Ziva leaned back, giving him some space. "I'll let you think about it. Someone will be in here shortly. We need a mold of your fist, I recommend you cooperate."
"Or what?" Hun growled.

"Or we charge you with obstructing an investigation as well as murder and all the other illegal activities we discovered at your warehouse." Ziva got up, gathered her papers and left without another word.

Hun looked angry as she ignored him, so angry he stood up and punched the table. It caved under his fist, leaving a decent dent.

"If he doesn't cooperate with the mold, we can just use the table, boss," Tony said nonchalantly to hide how rattled he was. It was an impressive show of strength and enough to intimidate Gibbs a little to.

Casey snorted. "He's big and he's tough but he's just a bully. Take a hint from your friend, don't let him scare you. There are scarier things out there."

"Yeah like anchovies on pizza," Mickey said over the coms. His brothers groaned but it lightened the mood wonderfully.

"Okay, let's get our reports together. Turtles?" Gibbs said. "Do you think you can find the man's sword and leave it where we can find it?" He knew giving them something useful to do would help everybody, and it would mean he could get them out of his ear.

"Sure thing, Agent Gibbs," Leo said. "Let's go guys." The turtles' lines went dead as they set out.

"Call if you need anything from me, Gibbs-san," Splinter said softly. "I will be watching my stories."

After Splinter signed off, Tony looked around in amazement. "The rat watches soaps?" he asked incredulously.

"Yep," April said, nudging the agent. "They always find a way to surprise you, huh."

Gibbs hid a smile as he lead them all back out to the Bull Pen. He was pretty confident that they had this case in the bag. Still, there was something that was bothering him, something he couldn't put a name to. Maybe they weren't done with this case after all. He decided to visit MTAC to talk to the director.