Chapter 7

"Ziva..."

"Don't Gibbs... I know... I do not want you to break one of your rules... It is okay. It is fine."

"No it's not, what I said was out of order and besides rules were made to be broken. I'm sorry."

"I know..." Nothing more were said, it wasn't needed, they have a special bond some would call it a father and daughter bond.

When they reach Gallagher's work address they slowed down as Gibbs saw John Gallagher talking to someone, the unknown guy's back was turned, but Gibbs was ringing McGee and Tony to let them know that they've got sight of him and to come quickly.

John Gallagher was a man of big built, like a rugby player, at least over 6ft in height, shaven head and both arms covered in tattoos. A man you didn't want to bump into on a dark night. His hand wrapped in a bloody bandage, he was talking to someone, arguing in fact. Blonde, same height and same built, he looked at Gibbs and Ziva direction.

"That's Brian Johnson. Okay, Dinozzo, McGee?" He spoke on his mobile. "You both here, yet?"

"Right behind you, how do you want to play this?"

"Okay this is what we do. Ziva and I will get out first and walk slowly towards them, there's quite a crowd but I see an alley way that we might be able to corner them. You and McGee give us a couple of minutes then follow us. Remember approach with caution."

"Will do boss."

Gibbs with Ziva got out of the car, slowly making their way to the two men. Few minutes later Tony and McGee got out of their car and followed. It was John who spotted them first and looked back at Brian and just give a little nod, without any panic they just walked away and headed towards the alley way.

Ziva and Gibbs still behind them.

Once into the alley way, they lost sight of them, they were joined by McGee and Tony the alley way was long and wide a lot of cardboard boxes laid scatted everywhere, there were also back doors leading to other buildings and another alley ways. "They can't have disappeared in thin air, what now boss?"

"We split up, we take things slow, and we need at least one of them alive, if you have to shoot, shoot without killing. I want answers."

"Okay boss." Answered McGee. "You got it. Shoot to injury not to kill, got it boss." Said Tony. "I'll try." All three men looked at Ziva. "What? I said I try, okay I will try hard."

"That's all I'm asking Ziva. Okay, let's split up." Gibbs went east, Tony went west, McGee with Ziva walked a bit further to the next alley way and took that one. Leaving Ziva to carry on walking straight ahead.

Taking cautious steps, the only sound that was heard was the sound of her shoes crunching on broken glass. She walked slow, deliberately and stealthy, she stopped when she saw the top of a man's head, behind some cardboard boxes. "Come out, slowly and put you hands above your head." The man slowly come out from behind the cardboard boxes. He was about 5' 9 - 5'10. Brown short, spiky hair, thin and pale not what they were looking for. "Okay, take it slow; put your hands up where I could see them."

"Don't shoot! I'm not armed." He lifted his shirt and spun around to show that he was indeed not armed. Ziva still with the gun pointing at him. "What's your name?"

"Matt Davidson."

"What are you doing hiding behind cardboard boxes, Matt Davidson?" Ziva asked, lowering her gun a little. Hearing the sound of crunching glass behind her, without turning her head. "Tony? Gibbs? McGee? We might have a witness. Answer the question what are you doing here?"

"I was..."

"Helping us, Officer David...Oh I forgot, you made agent now, after betraying your father."

Ziva turned to where the thick Irish accent came from and found herself looking down at the barrel of a glock. Beside him stood Brian, also with a glock pointing at her, she turned back to Matt who now lifted his trouser leg and took out a gun and pointed it at her. "What's going? How did you know who I am? Where are my colleagues?"

"Relax, we haven't killed them if that's what you worried about, we wouldn't get paid if we did that."