Director Vance looked up when his door flew open and Gibbs stormed in.
Gibbs opened the file and slammed it down on the desk as he started to rant. "Damn it, Vance, you expect us to keep track of all of our man-hours when we've got an agent missing?"
Quickly scanning the handwritten note about the dirty agent and the bug in the lab, Vance kept up his side of the pseudo-argument as Gibbs walked the room with the scanner. Once the bug was found and pointed out, the two men continued the argument out the door and down into one of the lesser used conference rooms. This one scanned clear and Gibbs quickly brought the Director up to date.
-NCIS-
"Abby? Abs? ABBY?" The third yell was finally loud enough to be heard over the music and she looked up to see Tony standing there with a computer tower. She pointed and turned to her office, not waiting to see if he was following her. Once inside, she quickly scanned Tony, whose eyes widened at her reaction, before carefully running the scanner over the computer. When the needle swung across the gauge, he bit back a curse.
Abby mimed instructions to him and he took the computer back out into the lab, then returned to the office, waiting for her. She locked the office before finally speaking. "We're clear in here."
"Who's bugging us? What is going on? What has Kort gotten McGee into?"
Knowing how worried he was about his friend, Abby took a deep breath and started explaining.
-NCIS-
"McGee? McGee? Tim? Come on, kid, I need you to wake up." Eventually the gentle slaps to the face brought a groan and the green eyes fluttered open.
"B'ss?"
"No, kid, it's Trent Kort. Remember?"
"Weap'n smuggl'n?"
"Yeah, that's right." He tapped McGee's cheek as his eyes started to drift close again. "Come on, stay with me. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Trip... tripwire." Energy spent, McGee lost the fight to stay conscious and Kort sat back, rubbing his face. This was not good, not good at all.
-NCIS-
His own scanner tucked away,Tony returned to their floor, wondering how he was going to talk to Ziva without raising suspicions. The opportunity presented itself when he saw Ziva walk into the ladies room. It had been a standing joke among the agents aboard the Yard that he would, one day, turn the tables on her. Because of that, his arrival in the ladies room was met by laughter as the other occupants scattered, leaving them to whisper in peace after clearing the room for bugs.
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Bankruptcy at the national level had closed one of the smaller burger joints that kept the personnel of the nearby NCIS building fed, so they had been glad to see workmen arrive to begin remodeling for the new tenants. If they'd ever been able to look inside, they'd have been very disappointed by the lack of progress. Instead of a wielding hammer and nails, the lone workman was sitting in front of a bank of recording equipment, headphones on. The loud music in the lab had given him a headache, especially now that it was coming through in stereo, while the yelling in the Director's office had made him smile. Now he carefully listened to any sounds of importance coming from the squad room, a job made even harder now that there were only two listening devices left there.
-NCIS-
A change in McGee's breathing caught Kort's attention and he rolled the younger man just as he started to gag. There was nothing in his stomach to come up, but at least when it was over McGee was aware enough to take a few sips of water. Kort managed to also get two aspirin down him before he slipped back into unconsciousness. He tucked his coat more securely around Tim before feeling the large lump still on the back of his head. "Don't do this to me, kid." Sighing, Kort dry swallowed a couple of aspirin before putting the bottle back in Tim's bag. He could handle the pain from the knife wound easily enough, but he could tell infection was already setting in.
-NCIS-
Gibbs was the first one back in the squad room, yelling at Hicks as he rounded the corner. "Your sources find anything yet?"
"Sorry, Gibbs, nothing." When he received a glare, he amended his response. "Nothing yet, but I'll keep looking, Sir."
"You do that, Hicks." If any of his team had been there, they would have been surprised when Gibbs didn't correct the use of 'sir' but he wanted the CIA agent to feel a step down from the rest of them.
Tony arrived back from his errands, falling back into his seat. "Abby's looking through Probie's computer, Boss."
From Gibbs he just got a grunt, but Hicks had noticed the time Tony had been away from his desk. "Took you long enough, DiNozzo."
"Hey, Abby's pretty upset. She and McGee are tight."
"The hot Goth and the Geek? Yeah, right."
Tony was immediately back on his feet. "You don't diss McGee, Hicks, ever. You got that?"
"That's enough, both of you." The Gibbs roar had them both backing down just as Ziva returned. "Everybody go home, don't want to see you back here before 06.00"
"Boss?" Tony didn't want to leave for a second with Tim missing and the CIA playing dirty. Behind him, Ziva was voicing her own objections.
Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've been going for over forty-eight hours straight. We won't do McGee any good if we miss something because we're too punch drunk to see it. Go home, get some sleep, that's an order."