March 8
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." - Henry David Thoreau.
"10 bucks says he folds in the next 5 minutes." Tony watched his boss through the glass window of interrogation, figuring he could try and make some money.
"That's a pretty large window of opportunity, Tony. Are you really giving this guy that much credit?" McGee argued, squaring up their suspect.
Gibbs didn't move. He simply glared at the man opposite him, waiting patiently. He had an idea as to the conversation his agents behind him were having, as well as the bets they would be making. If Tony bet on anything longer than 2 minutes, he was going to-
"Oh this is not good." Tony's jaw fell as the Director let herself into the interrogation room without as much as a pre-warning knock.
"Special Agent Gibbs, I have something you need to see."
He wanted to quote rule 22. He wanted to tell her she looked great in that suit. He wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her until his lips were sore.
He didn't.
Instead, he stood up and leant against the door, his face inches from hers.
"Kinda busy, Jen." He growled, with a slight hint of a smile.
"I just got a phone call from Tobias. Your suspect is wanted for murder."
"What are they saying?" Tony leant closer to the glass, only able to see Gibbs' back.
"I can hear just as much as you can." McGee countered, playing with the controls for the sound in the other room. "Let me see if I can..."
"You didn't knock." He reached out to take the file, brushing his fingers along her hand.
"Do you?" She teased. "I expect to see you in my office after this interrogation, Special Agent Gibbs."
Nodding, he closed the door behind her. "DiNozzo!" He shouted, his voice amplified by the fact that McGee had somehow turned up the volume, but still too late to catch anything. "Get in here to read Mr Samuels his rights. He's going to jail."
Tony let his heart rate calm and McGee to fix the sound before entering the room his boss had just vacated. "Where you going, boss?" He called down the corridor as Gibbs turned the corner.
Tony didn't really need to ask though.
He knew exactly who Gibbs was following and where he was going.