The biggest shitstorm of all times
"Care to tell me, Kieran, what could you possibly have been thinking when you got mixed up with a mobster in NY?" asks Gibbs, playing with a bread stick.
"Listen, you have no idea what I can do to you," he turns to Hope and Faith, who are simply watching the two men, "I will have you arrested for intimidation of a Navy officer, and you," he points to Hope, who just smirks, "you will be arrested for criminal misrepresentation and presenting false credentials."
"What about your crimes?" Faith's gaze burns him, and she also had to restrain herself several times during his speech, because the lies he was spinning, if indeed Hope had been a journalist, would have hurt not only the NCIS agents, but the FBI as well.
"You accessed confidential files, you put at risk federal agents whose whole lives were dedicated to uphold the law and you created false documentation to bring disgrace to all of them. Not only that, you snooped around at what you had no right to look at, and stirred a hornet's nest that you have no way to control. Do you really think that your little friend, Mike, once given a chance of hacking in confidential files in the Pentagon, will stop?" says Faith.
"You're so irresponsible," says Gibbs, "that you gave them your access account to use as port of entry in the attack," he shakes his head, as he might not understand computers, but he understands human stupidity, "even if we had no idea why he would look at our files, we would eventually figure out that someone gave them the access," and he turns furious eyes to him, "and we would inevitably figure out that this someone is you."
"Listen, agent Gibbs, you have to understand…"
Gibbs is too furious to listen to him, and shuts him up with just a punch on the table, "NO, YOU LISTEN UP."
All the visitors on the restaurant become quiet, and look at their table.
"You'd better calm down, agent Gibbs, you don't want to make a scene," says Kieran smirking. He is sure that the agent doesn't want to call attention to them. After all, the scandal would be very useful to him, as he could use it as one of the necessary pieces to the downfall of NCIS.
"It doesn't matter if I make a scene," Gibbs says, "because you are vermin, and vermin must be squashed," he destroys the breadstick until it becomes just breadcrumbs, "and if I need to do it in public, fine with me."
"Are you really so arrogant to think that you can destroy me? If you create a scandal, I assure you that it will be your name dragged through the mud, not mine," says Kieran.
"I don't think so," says Hope, as she grabs a breadstick and puts butter on it, "as your name would be shit anyway, after we're finished with you." She bites the breadstick, and smiles.
"You can't be so sure."
"Ah, we can," says Faith, "as everyone inside this restaurant is FBI. And they all heard your plans, your accusations and your slurs, and they will all corroborate as witnesses against you, just in case you decide to try to attack us ever again."
Kieran freezes, as his mind takes a while to comprehend what has just been revealed to him. "What?"
He looks to the restaurant and indeed all the people present in the room are silently watching the scene. The waitresses, the maitre, the guests, they are just looking at him with calculating eyes, and there is a hardness in their stare, as he dared to threaten one of them, and he has walked into their den. They were all eager to protect one of their own, and they would take any action necessary to do so.
"Everyone?" he asks, unbelieving.
"Yep," says Hope, biting again her breadstick.
He walked in sure that he had the upper hand, and walked blindly into a dragon's lair, and he could feel the hot puff of smoke smoldering on his neck, like the burning gaze of the NCIS agent beside him.
Some people stood up from the neighboring table, and he recognized them as the other two agents from Timothy's team.
"We're going to give you one chance only to walk out of this room alive," says Gibbs, his hands turning into tight fists, "you will cease and desist any action against Timothy and against NCIS, and we will not drag you kicking and screaming to jail." He leans down, "if you don't do that, if you try to weasel your way again into Timothy's or Sarah's lives, and even try to contact them, we will hunt you down, and there will be no place where you can hide, because we will find you and when we find you," Gibbs grins evilly, "we will deal with you."
"That's blackmail," he sputters, not believing at their threats.
"No, dear," says Hope, smiling, "it's a friendly warning. We don't blackmail people, we usually kill them right away."
"The only reason," Ziva says, while cleaning her fingernails with one of her several knives, "why we're not killing you straight away, and throwing your body in the city sewers is that, for some irony of fate, you're McGee's father. And he would be very sad if his beloved father was murdered by our hands."
"So, I suggest you to really rethink your path in life, and start a new life, I don't know," Tony smiles, as he looks at Faith, "maybe join a Buddhist monastery, but you better stay out of our way."
"YOU CAN'T THREATEN ME, I'M A COMMANDER IN THE UNITED STATES NAVY," shouts Kieran, standing up and blushing brightly, almost blowing a gasket.
"AND YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO YOUR UNIFORM AND THE CORPS," shouts Gibbs. He breathes deeply trying to control himself, and continues, "and a lousy father, who had everything one man could dream of, a brilliant son and a loving wife and a gorgeous daughter, and you threw it all away just because they didn't fit your little sick perfect picture."
Both Ziva and Tony lower their heads, as they hear the pain in their boss' voice.
"You are done here," Gibbs points to the door, "you will walk out of this place, and you will walk out of your kids' lives, and you will never threaten them again with your disgusting presence." He steps closer to the commander, and stands nose to nose with him, and stares him with his piercing blue eyes, "if you get near to them, I can guarantee you that your face will have several close encounters with my fist," he growls.
Commander Kieran McGee looks at Gibbs, then at the serious faces of the other NCIS agents and at the FBI agents in disguise, and the other one, older. He looks around again at the restaurant, and several guests had stood up, and they are all looking at him, with folded arms, others with their hands over their hidden gun holsters, just waiting for his final decision. He is painfully aware that, one wrong move from his part, his life would be terminated.
He looks back at Gibbs, and frowns, "why don't you simply arrest me straight away?"
Gibbs keeps studying Kieran, "Because, after all the slurs, the intrigue, and the hate, you are still Timothy's and Sarah's father," says Gibbs, and shakes his head, "no child should go through the shame and ignominy of having a dirty father like you dragged to the front page of all newspapers."
"So," says Faith, "just for the sake of your children, we will let you walk out of this room tonight. But we will be watching you, very carefully, and if you stray, if you attack them, or if you send someone after them, or one of us, or if they simply break one single nail," hisses Faith, "we will hunt you down, and we will destroy you. No matter what the cost."
Kieran looks at the furious brunette, then at the vicious smiles on the faces of Ziva and Tony, and at the furious Marine, that was barely restraining himself not to beat him to a bloody pulp. He evaluates his options, and he decides that walking out alive and whole was much better than any type of vengeance against his children he might consider.
He finally nods, and accepts his fate.
There is a deep collective breath taken in the restaurant, and people slowly returned to their meals, and the waitresses started to walk between the tables.
Gibbs is still staring at Commander Kieran, and saw his contained anger, and frustration at the situation.
"Ziva, Tony" he calls out, "you will escort Commander McGee to his taxi, and you two will go with him to his hotel, and ensure yourselves that he will pack his things and leave on the first flight out to his place."
"On it, Boss," both agents approached the commander, who sighed and started to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant, flanked by the two agents. He suddenly stops, and the two agents look at him, questioningly.
He turns, and looks at Gibbs, staring at him for a long minute. Finally, he asks something that has been bothering him since he met Gibbs, "why?"
Gibbs frowns at him, not understanding his question, and Kieran explains, "why are you so protective of the boy? He's just another agent under you, just a geek, useless in the field."
Ziva and Tony almost draw their weapons and shoot him point blank, such was their anger, but Gibbs growls and approaches McGee's father, and stares him down, "from the moment I met him, he was MINE. MY GEEK. MY PROBIE. I don't care if he's useless in the field, about which you are totally wrong, because he's a brilliant agent, but I handpicked him to be in my team, and he's one of the best agents ever to work for NCIS." He studies Kieran's face, which had become the definition of the word astonishment, with huge eyes looking at Gibbs. "He is MINE, and unfortunately, that's something that you will never understand."
Ziva and Tony grin widely at their boss, and grab each of the Commander's arms and forcibly dragged him out of the restaurant, under the careful eyes of all FBI agents in disguise in there.
Gibbs close his eyes, feeling emotionally drained, as he really wished he could have used his fists not once, but several times on his face, but they needed the evidence of his plans to use as leverage, and now, they had at least tied up his hands. If he twitched, if he tried anything against Tim or Sarah or anyone in NCIS, there was a room full of people who could corroborate with their version of the events.
A soft hand lands on his shoulder, and he turns to look down at Temperance, in her waitress uniform, who has a mobile phone on her hand.
"Wanna have the honors?" she asks with a smile.
He grins at Joy's little sister, takes the mobile phone, and start dialling a number in Norfolk.
It's done.
a/n: Hey, it is still my birthday... so I still demand reviews as gifts! come on! The two chapters of today were very special! So, be nice and comment on them.