AN Yes. I know that chapter three is almost the same as chapter two. I did that on purpose. One situation, different points of view. To get a feel for the characters. /AN
Tony was sitting behind the one way mirror and observed the interrogation. He dearly wished for popcorn. So far, Gibbs had ramped up his glare from burning to Death Star level, while their suspects glare had turned colder and colder, now approaching absolute zero. Neither man had said a word yet. In almost forty minutes. Most people started talking after five, and the longest someone had held out had been ten minutes. Tony was itching to start a betting pool.
Ziva was frustrated. And angry. And very annoyed. She had run the license plates of their suspects car. Nothing. The serial number of the gun. Also nothing. Checked the surveillance tapes. Blank. Because someone had hacked the security system. Now she was going to check if Gibbs had turned up anything in the interrogation. As she entered the observation room she found Tony sitting there.
"Well?" Ziva asked.
"Well what?" Tony replied.
"What has Gibbs got so far?" Ziva asked impatiently.
"Nothing." Tony answered.
"Nothing? It has been almost two hours!" Ziva hissed quietly.
"They only sat there and glared at each other. I swear, if a fly flew between them, it would die." Tony whispered back.
"Who do you think will crack first?" Ziva wondered.
"We'll find out." Tony replied.
Ziva settled down to watch.
Tim was sitting alone in the bullpen. Tony was in interrogation, and Ziva had left some time ago. Tim had been running the suspects phone. So far, he hadn't found out which service provider the man used. As far as call lists went, he was getting nowhere fast. There were a few numbers in the phones memory, but he wasn't finding anything on those either. It was very frustrating. Gibbs should have gotten something by now. The sight that greeted him in the observation room was very strange. Tony and Ziva were sitting next to each other. Without bickering.
"So, what's up?" Tim asked.
"Nothing." Tony and Ziva said at the same time. Tim only blinked confusedly.
"Complete silence from our suspect and our boss since the interrogation started." Tony expanded.
"The just sit there and glare at each other." Ziva added.
"Whoa. If you could harness that power you could supply a small nation with electricity for a year!" Tim murmured in awe.
"Yupp." Tony said.
Tim sat down to watch.
Abby glared at her computer screen. Their suspects prints had turned up nothing, the DNA had turned up nothing, ballistics had turned up noting and every other piece of evidence was so unspecific it was useless. She hated it when science let her down like that. To make matters worse, the victim didn't exist either. At least she hadn't found anything on him. She stalked up to interrogation. No one noticed her entering the observation room.
"How long have they been sitting like that?" She asked the room at large.
"Since the beginning." Tony answered absently.
"That was four hours ago." Abby said.
"We know." Tim replied.
Abby had a feeling that it would take a lot longer still.
Yet another hour later everyone was startled out of their thoughts when the Director entered the interrogation room with a white clad dark skinned woman in tow. He looked very unhappy about something.
"Gibbs, we are pulled from the case. I like it about as much as you do, but apparently this whole mess is part of an even bigger intelligence mess that is above our clearance level. All evidence, the body and the suspect are to be handed over to her." Vance pressed out through clenched teeth.
The suspect smirked, one eyebrow raised and followed the unnamed woman out of the room. Gibbs punched the wall with a yell.