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Chapter 3

"DiNozzo! Move your ass! How long we can wait for you!" raged his captain, Phil Smith. He just arrived at work, and already on a good morning all hell broke loose. Like for once there could be just nice and calm. Unfortunately, wrong business - he sighed to himself, but what else could he
expect? After all he didn't joined pacifists.

"What's the fuss, Frank?" he asked, sitting behind his desk. "They all got up on the wrong foot, or what?"
"Oh, Kiddo" Frank moaned from above the papers, which he was reviewing He was already older man with honest face, but heavily lined, and often poorly shaved. He had dark circles under his eyes, which inevitably testified that for last few days he didn't sleep too well. Too much work, coffee, and stress - Tony summed up quickly, approaching boss's desk.
"We have a triple murder. Young woman and two military men. Old man is raging" he said emphatically, looking at the supervisor's office "because NCIS wants to take it under its jurisdiction, and the media are eager to sink their teeth into us ... Back to the case, the woman was probably the mistress of Senator Franklin. It's going to be really nervous job. I hate politicians" Frank sighed, rubbing his tired face.
"NCIS?" He looked suspiciously at his partner. He didn't hear about them before, could it be some new separate agency? There were so many of them: DEA, FEMA, FBI, EPA, NSA, CSS, LEO, DOD, DIA, CIA, PETA, FETA... this country just loved acronyms... or printed letters.

When he couldn't sleep at night, in his mind he listed those names, alphabetically, beginning with A. In mid-D, more or less, he was asleep.
"Navy feds" quickly explained Frank. "You are here only for two years, so you don't know much yet. They take cases like this, Semper Fi and stuff, internal issues. Everything will be fine if it Silver haired Fox won't arrive.

"Silver haired fox?" Tony frowned again, wondering if he didn't understand some slang used for years in the office. Intrigued, he waited for an explanation, but he never got it, and at least in the way he expected it.
"God damn" He heard a silent curse from colleague standing at the coffee machine. He looked in the same direction, but saw only two agents going to the captain's office. His attention was immediately drawn to shapely, beautiful woman with brown hair falling to her shoulders, in black skirt, a little before the knee, and matching shirt, gently emphasizing her ...values. She was accompanied by a man, probably in a similar age to Frank's. His hair was cut as per regulations, as in the military. Tony winced and instinctively combed his longer hair with his hand. Good thing he didn't enlist. A similar hairdo on his head probably wouldn't look too becoming. But on the other hand, he would save some money on the shampoo.

He looked again at the duo walking down the hall. Moreover, he wasn't the only one. Several other workers also send curious glances in the direction of the man, but the stern look from Fox successively send them back to their jobs. In turn, said agent decisively headed to the captain's office.
After about ten minutes of the conference behind closed doors, Captain Smith came out of his office, accompanied by two agents.

"Listen" began firmly captain, and in the entire office fell absolute silence. "We made a deal with NCIS. They won't take over this case, they prefer to cooperate, because the issue is quite complicated. Needless to say, the scandal is in the air... Frank, you and your people will help them. Keep an eye on everything, especially the Kid" commanded the captain in a tone that brooked no objection, then disappeared behind the doors of his office. Tony rolled his eyes. He worked here for two years, and they still treated him like a complete amateur, who in addition was born yet for two years he also worked in another place and, moreover, he managed repeatedly to prove himself.

Agents approached Frank, giving Tony the opportunity for closer and properly reasoned observation.
"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs and Agent Kate Todd" silver haired man introduced himself and his companion, measuring Tony and Frank with icy and assessing gaze. Tony felt at that moment like a corpse in pathologist "office". Pathologist was agent Gibbs, who tried to discover the cause of death just by looking at it.
"Detective Frank Prixton, and they are my people" pointed at Tony and two men who had just walked in their direction "Detectives DiNozzo, Stanley and Frox".

"Since politeness is over, let's get to the case. What do you have?" He said dryly, and in his voice one could feel the impatience. Frank, despite many years of experience, tensed slightly and he began to lay out information he learned during his morning reading of the files, and his own conclusions, backed up by logic. It didn't last too long because, as Tony pointed out, Frank was quite economical with words. Not that he was usually talkative, but now his speech was laconic.

"Kate will go with two of your me at the crime scene again and talk to witnesses. And I will go to your analyst" Gibbs decided, in a tone that clearly said that this is not a subject for any negotiation.
"DiNozzo, show the way to agent Gibbs" ordered him Prixton. Tony looked uncertainly at his boss. The idea of being with this guy alone wasn't really something he liked, but what he could he do. He had only hoped that this agent won't suddenly become a sergeant and begins to drill him. Somehow he wasn't too good at submitting to someone else orders. He was much better at working alone, where he himself was a captain. On the other hand, it led him right here to Baltimore and local homicide... maybe this time following somebody else lead won't put him in any trouble.
So he nodded his head to the agent and headed for the elevator, without looking at his companion.
"They call you 'Kid'" Gibbs more said than he asked, when the elevator doors closed behind them.

Tony nodded. There wasn't much to say, and this guy wasn't rather interested in the circumstances of birth to the nickname.
"You are young for a detective."
"This nickname is misleading... and the youthful appearance I inherited in my genes, but because of it I had quite a long time problem with buying alcohol without ID".

Gibbs said nothing, but carefully watched Tony, which again brought association with the dissecting room. The guy seemed to have X-rays in his eyes.
After a moment Tony looked away, berating himself in his thoughts for the previous statement. Mother said him many times that he should rather put his feet in his mouth than speak... Well, now he couldn't do anything about it. Suddenly, like a deliverance from oppression, his phone began to vibrate in the pocket of his trousers.

"DiNozzo, talk... "He tossed carelessly. "Sure, free laugh. Seriously? Okay, thanks" he said, then hung up looking at Gibbs, who was still measuring him with his eyes.

"The murderer came in himself, and is in the interrogation room?' Gibbs guessed correctly. Tony nodded again, this time remembering to keep HIS tongue in check. Although he was tempted to ask how Gibbs knew it. Maybe Gibbs was really well trained government agent, something like Bond, to the teeth in super gadgets, such as laser and micro-speaker in the ear...

"It's too easy " Tony said, scratching his head, trying in the same time to discreetly check if Gibbs didn't actually have a transmitter in the ear. "Let's see what Alice and Mac will say."

Gibbs smiled slightly. "Let's see" he agreed.