A/N Thx for all of the reviews. Sorry about McGee's eyes. I was gonna fix it, but I got reviews and was excited to put up the next chapter. And the LVM's are from the episode "Iced" And the name Capitane was all I could think of.
Ziva was walking around as well. It just sank in that she was a foster mother. She never in a million years would of thought she would be any kind of mother. She honestly didn't think she'd make a good one. She feared of what kind of person she would raise. She didn't want to raise a killer. She wanted to love a child, unlike her father's manipulative definition of love.
"Ziva!"
She turned around to see McGee catching up to her. He didn't have Chelsea, so she must have been with someone else.
"Hello McGee." she said as he fell in step with her.
They walked side by side in silence.
"Are you as scared as me?" McGee finally said.
"Yes," she said, much to McGee's surprise, "I am terrified."
They fell into silence once more. McGee was stunned that Ziva had admitted fear, and she was stunned that she had revealed fear.
"So, uh, is it still ok to stay at your place?" McGee finally asked.
Ziva just nodded. She was glad he didn't say anything about her revelation of fear.
"It is just fine."
Before they entered the front doors, Ziva put her hand on McGee's shoulder to stop him.
"What do we do when the investigation is done?"
McGee looked at her, but his answer was disrupted when his cell rang.
"McGee."
McGee motioned to Ziva that it was Gibbs telling them to get their asses back to work.
It was only when they returned to the bullpen Ziva realized McGee hadn't answered her question.
"We need to find somebody who knows more about The Gifter." Gibbs said.
"You mean like someone on the streets willing to rat on him?" McGee asked.
"A rival perhaps." Ziva suggested.
"But The Gifter is not affiliated with any DC gangs." Tony said, "He isn't a gangster at all."
"Everybody has enemies Tony." Ziva said with a wicked smile, "You certainly ought to know that."
Two frame-up's for murder brought out a list of Tony's own haters.
"What street gangs are the largest DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked before Tony could react to Ziva's dig.
"Well," Tony said, "There are the PC's and the LVM's Boss."
"Find out if any have a problem with a self-proclaimed street boss!" Gibbs barked.
"On it!" Tony hollered, McGee and Ziva rushing to do the same.
"I am going to see Ducky!" Gibbs announce leaving the bullpen.
"Ah, hell." murmured McGee
"Jethro," Ducky said, closing a body locker, "what can I do for you?"
Gibbs just looked at him and sighed. That was 'Gibbs speak' without speaking for 'give me advice Ducky.'
"You are worried that many more children are in danger." Ducky said, leading them to his liquor cabinet.
"We are searching for a ghost Duck." Gibbs said, taking a small shot glass of scotch.
"Ah, Jethro," Ducky said, shaking a finger at him, "ghost hunting is one of the many things you are good at."
Gibbs just stood there, not saying a word.
"I can only read your mind so much Jethro." Ducky said.
"And here I thought you knew everything." Gibbs said, leaning on the autopsy table opposite Ducky's desk, "I am worried about McGee."
"Timothy?" Duck questioned, it was usually Anthony Jethro worried about.
"His attachment to Chelsea is strong," Gibbs said, "I am afraid rule 11 will be thrown out the window."
"Rule 11," Ducky pondered, "ah, yes. 'When the job is done, walk away.' And you feel that Timothy may not be able to."
Gibbs nodded. He honestly didn't have much of an argument against McGee's attraction to an adorable little girl who calls him her daddy. He was sure if he looked deep enough, he could.
But he really didn't want to.
"Have I really become a softy?" Gibbs groaned, exiting autopsy with a wave.
"I believe you have Jethro," Ducky chuckled softly as the doors closed, "I believe you have."
"Find anything!?" Gibbs barked re-entering the bullpen.
"I may have found a rival boss." McGee said, rising.
"May have, McGee?"
McGee scrambled to show a picture on the plasma. A mug shot appeared of a tall Mexican man covered in tattoos, most noticeably, the LVM on his arm.
"This is Jose Ramirez, Boss." McGee said, "He was just released on parole after seriously wounding a gas station clerk."
"Nice guy." Tony muttered.
"Rumor has it that Ramirez was in charge of scoping out any competition the LVM's could have on the streets."
"Did he run into The Gifter?" Gibbs asked.
"Uh, well, I-"
"Today McGee!"
"We'd have to find him and ask him." McGee said in a rush.
"What if he does not cooperate?" Ziva asked.
Tony and McGee just looked at her, then the boss, then her again.
"Right." she muttered.
"Do you have an approximate place we could find Ramirez McGee?" Gibbs asked in annoyance.
"Right here." McGee said quickly, handing Gibbs a paper.
"DiNozzo, David," Gibbs snapped, "you're with me. McGee, we need more enemies."
"On it!" McGee shouted as the elevator doors closed, "Well not for us of course."
"I hate going into gang neighborhoods." Tony nattered from the backseat of their blue sedan, "It's like, as soon as a cop enters the territory, they all have their illegally obtained weapons locked onto you. Then BAM! Somebody hits the bulls-eye and gets free beer for a month."
"Tony," Ziva said, pinching the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on, "Shut up."
"Aw, but -"
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped, "Shut up or get fired."
Tony just poked Ziva and pouted.
About five minutes later Gibbs parked on the graffiti covered streets. The three agents entered the old taco shack where the LVM's gathered.
"Hey Agent Gibbs!" said the chubby leader from his table, entourage around him.
"Capitane." Gibbs responded with a nod, using the man's nickname.
Gibbs had shown Capitane and a few others that a fellow member had killed their leader and taken control. Gibbs didn't have enough to take the rat to court, so he tipped off the rest of the gang. These streets had their own form of justice. Since then, the LVM's had been careful to steer clear out of respect.
"How can the LVM's help, what is it, ah yes, NCIS?" Capitane asked, a slutty Mexican girl feeding him bacon.
"Is Jose Ramirez around?" Gibbs asked, sitting in front of Capitane, who was narrowing his eyes, "We need his help."
"Anything I could help you with Gibbs?" he asked, avoiding Gibbs' question.
Tony looked at Gibbs, and Gibbs nodded.
"Have any of you heard of a self-proclaimed gang leader called 'The Gifter'?" Tony asked, still a little nervous speaking to a gang leader who was visibly smoking something illegal in front of them.
The room stilled. Which made Tony look over his shoulder for a bazooka.
"He givin' you problems Gibbs?" Capitane asked, his tone clearly in disdain of said person.
"We think he is having pregnant women murdered," Gibbs began, an audible gasp ringing through the room, "and selling children."
The room stilled further. Even the LVM's drew the line somewhere.
"We will be on the look out for this 'Gifter'," Capitane said, rising, "we will not let children and women pregnant be slaughtered."
"If you get him, we need him alive." Ziva said, eyebrows raised.
"Ok." Capitane said, though he looked rather upset at that condition, "None of my men will kill him."
"And Jose?" Gibbs asked.
"He will report to you right after I spread the word that he is not a snitch."
Gibbs shook Capitane's hand, looking him square in the eyes. Tony rolled his eyes, still watching for guns. Only Gibbs would create an alliance with a notorious gang.
"You coming DiNozzo!?" Gibbs yelled from the door, interrupting Tony's thoughts.
"Though I have become more accustomed to America," Ziva said, beating Tony to the passengers seat, "I am not sure if it is legal to partner with gangs or Gibbs' kind of legal."
"Believe me," Tony muttered, buckling himself in the back, "those lines blurred a long time ago."
"You better duck down DiNozzo."
Tony yelped and crunched into a ball in the backseat at Gibbs' suggestion.
"Nobody's getting free beer on my account!"
It was only Gibbs and Ziva's laughter that made him realize Gibbs was screwing with him.
"So not funny, Boss." Tony grumbled, panting slightly.
"BAM!" Ziva said, making a gun with her thumb and pointer finger and pointing it at Tony, laughing.
PHOOMPH!