Michael Coldsmith-Briggs III, also known as Archangel, stalked into the NCIS headquarters, Marella as always close at his heels. Gibbs and his team had managed to catch someone Archangel had been hunting for some time. To add insult to injury, they had done so completely by accident and didn't even realize yet who exactly had fallen into their grasp. It was therefore quite understandable that Archangel wasn't in the best of moods.
A few security guards tried to stop him, but a quick wave of his badge and a glare that could have liquidized helium stopped them in their tracks. He could see them calling someone out of the corner of his good eye. Much to the relief of everyone in the lobby an elevator was waiting for them.
Director Vance had been waiting for them in his office, but had caved in to their demands after a bit of pressure. The man had political goals and the accompanying sense of meeting someone too big to take on.
Archangel made his way down into the bullpen to deliver the news himself. He noticed Vance stepping out of his office after him, presumably to watch the show. Gibbs was just about to tear into his team about their lack of progress when Archangel interrupted him.
"Special Agent Gibbs. You have something that belongs to me." Archangel said. Gibbs turned around and his glare clearly said that he recognized the man in white and what he thought about him.
"Yeah? What would that be?" Gibbs asked.
"Your suspect." Archangel replied.
"And what does the FBI want with my suspect? He had a Marine killed." Gibbs shot back.
"He is wanted in most states. The laundry list of his offences starts with fraud and ends with murder. Some of the people he had killed were children. Of course he had them tortured first, so their parents would do things his way." Archangel said. Gibbs scowled.
"Where will he be prosecuted?" Gibbs asked.
"That will be decided at a later date. First he will be brought to a secure facility where he has no chance of contacting his organization. Then he will be thoroughly interrogated. By my people. After that he will go to court. Now, hand him over." Archangel answered. Gibbs growled.
"You got the necessary paperwork?" Gibbs asked. Archangel waved it at him.
After the white suited pain in the butt had left with their suspect Gibbs exchanged a look with the director. He looked as if he had eaten an entire crate of lemons. Gibbs himself wanted nothing more than to punch some dirtbag's face in.
He would also bet that the man wasn't FBI at all. Probably intelligence of some kind. That was the second time they had stolen a case of his. He knew that intelligence types were tricky to handle, so he needed to find more information about them. Next time he would be prepared for them!