Sorry again for taking so long to update! Got over my case of the flu earlier today, and I immediately got writing. Anyways, don't forget to favorite and REVIEW!
The warehouse was buzzing with noise as pumps vigorously pumped poisonous gas into metal tanks slightly larger than fire extinguishers. The tanks were loaded onto metal racks in a large storage room layered with 2 inch-thick titanium. Hundreds upon hundreds of the tanks were already stored inside, and that number was growing by the hour.
Chris was tasked with attatching remote charges on the tanks that would release the gas with Abdul, the man he talked to right before getting into his car to drive over to the warehouse. At the moment the rest of the group was still scouting out DC to look for the best places to release the gas and Abdul was starting to get hungry.
"Hey Chris, I'm gonna go grab a bite, I'll be back in 30 minutes. Want me to bring something back for you?" Abdul asked, itching to feed his growling stomach.
"Just bring me some McDonald's or something." Chris said without looking up, attatching another charge onto a gas tank.
"Gotcha!" Abdul said as he jogged out of the room, closing the door behind him. Chris immediately stopped working and put his ear to the door, listening for the tell-tale rev of an engine that would tell him that Abdul had indeed left. After hearing the roar of the engine, Chris bolted to the nearest gas tank and pulled out a small device from his pocket.
Chris went to each gas tank and planted the device on it. A whir of metal shifting could be heard inside the device and a second later the device popped right back out. He managed to plant it on each gas tank right as Abdul came back.
"Hey, Chris! I'm back with some food!" Abdul announced, a bag of McDonald's burgers clutched in his right hand as he noticed Chris spin around a little too quickly.
"Thanks." Chris said, snatching the bag and digging right into his meal. Abdul eyed Chris suspiciously, something wasn't right.
"You feelin' alright man?" Abdul asked, easily noticing that Chris was nervous under the calm exterior he tried to hide behind.
"I'm fine, why?" Chris said quickly. Abdul stared at Chris for a couple more seconds before opening the door to leave.
"You seem antsy is all." Abdul said before shutting the door behind him. Chris could barely bite into his Big Mac as sweat formed on his brow. Shit, that way WAY too close.
NCIS
Birds chirped and sang happily as sunlght pured into the DiNozzo residence. Ziva groaned as she rubbed her eyes. Feeling around she noticed that the familiar presence of Tony was missing, and she shot up with eyes wide-open. She scanned her surroundings, and began to panic that Tony was missing, and that based on the amount of sunlight she was late for school by about 2 hours.
Ziva jumped up and frantically searched the house to find Tony. She was about to call his name when she heard faint music coming from upstairs. Ziva crept up the stairs to the source of the music, which was by far the most beautiful thing she had heard, ever. A steady flow of music echoed through the upstairs hallway, a heavenly voice resounding against the walls. Tony? Ziva came to a large bedroom with lilac-colored paint coating the walls, setting the interior in a peaceful and relaxed mood. Ziva saw Tony playing a beautiful piano that faced the entire neighborhood, where kids were outside playing.
Ziva took a seat on a nearby chair and closed her eyes, listening to the harmony of music Tony produced. Tony had went through 3 songs with absolutely no mistakes whatsoever, hitting each note right on cue. Tony had an everlasting smile on his face as happiness flowed through him, still unaware of Ziva's presence. Tony stopped playing after his fifth song in Ziva's presence and simply stared at a framed photo resting on top of the lid. Ziva didn't even notice it until she slowly followed Tony's line of sight to the picture.
Ziva squinted to see what the picture was, and after a brief moment she realized it was the same photo Tony let her see on the bus, it was her first day at Washington High. She could see that Tony was completely lost in the picture, so she crept up behind him to subtly let him know of her presence. Tony stilled and turned around to find himself face-to-face with Ziva.
"You play beautifully." Ziva commented, earning a slight grin from Tony.
"Thank you." Tony replied. Sensing the next question, Tony put his finger on her lips.
"School holiday, so we don't have to go to school." Tony said, and Ziva nodded in understanding.
"Where did you learn to play like that?" Ziva inquired, still amazed by his skill. Tony smiled as he brushed Ziva's cheek with his thumb.
"My Mom taught me. We would play together in this very room, and on this very piano. Hours and hours we would go on uninterrupted. It was just another one of those things we did together exclusively." Tony answered, earning a smile from Ziva. Tony's stomach grumbled, and Ziva smirked as she stood up.
"Would you like me to make you breakfast?" Ziva asked, not waiting for a reply as she walked out of the room and went down the stairs.
"Yes please!" Tony yelled as he went after her.
Tony and Ziva sat together on the kitchen island 30 minutes later with bacon, eggs, and toast on their plates. They both sipped on a glass of milk as they dug into their food.
"So, what would you like to do today? Since we do not have to go to school, it seems that we have a lot of free time." Ziva said as she chomped down on another bite of toast. Tony pondered it for a minute, completely dumbstruck as to what they could do. Then it hit him.
"Well for starters, we could always watch a movie after breakfast. You know, since we missed it last night." Tony offered. Ziva tensed slightly at the word movie, knowing how much they truly meant to Tony.
"Are you sure? I would not want to intrude on something that means so much t-" Ziva was cut off as Tony's lips connected with hers. At first she was surprised, but quickly regained her bearings as she wrapped her arms around Tony's neck and returned the kiss. They broke apart after the lack of Oxygen in their lungs became life-threatening. They rested their foreheads against each other as they panted heavily, frantically filling their lungs with air.
"I wouldn't want to watch a movie with anyone else but you." Tony assured her, placing a quick kiss to her lips. Ziva smiled as she got up off the chair and dropped her dirty dishes into the kitchen sink, running the faucet over them to make sure none of the food got stuck on the plate. Tony hastily ran his own plate under the water of the faucet before plopping down on the couch next to Ziva. Tony turned on the TV and immediately got lost in a Sham-Wow commercial.
Ziva poked him in the side, causing Tony to spin around with a questioning look on his face.
"The movie, Tony?" Ziva asked playfully, giving Tony one of Gibbs's headslaps.
"Ahhh...right." Tony said as he hopped up and opened the cabinet door where the movie's were.
"So we got the Spiderman Series, Psycho, Scarface, Tra-" Tony was muffled as Ziva placed her hand over his mouth.
"I think it would be easier for the both of us if I just looked at all the movies." Ziva said, pushing Tony to the side and looking over the movies for a few minutes. Finally she found a movie she had always wanted to watch.
"How about The Sound of Music?" Ziva asked, drawing an amused look from Tony.
"Are you serious!?" Tony shouted as he dropped to the floor laughing his ass off. Ziva growled as she put the movie in the DVD player and went back to the couch. Tony slowly got up and made his way to the couch, every now and then breaking into a massive fit of laughter at the look on Ziva's face. Ziva punched Tony in the arm as he broke into another fit of laughter on the couch. Tony yelped as he feigned an expression of pain.
"Ouch, what was that for?" Tony asked. Ziva smirked as she playfully tapped the tip of his nose.
"For laughing at my movie choices." Ziva replied before returning her attention back to the movie.
NCIS
Gibbs was observing his agents work on their latest reports when the elevators opened and a man wearing a black trench coat walked in. It only took Gibbs a second to realize who the man was, and immediately he brought out his SIG SAUER and aimed it at the man.
"NCIS, hands in the air!" Gibbs shouted. Everyone agent on the floor brought out their service weapons and pointed it at the man in the trench coat who had a haunted look on his face as he shakily raised his hands above his head. Tommy ran over and cuffed him tightly, then started marching him over to Interrogation Room 1. Jenny bursted from her office, her service weapon out as well.
"What is going on he-" Jenny stopped herself as she saw the identity of the man who was being marched to interrogation. The man's name was Nikolai Gusarov, one of the men on the most-wanted wall at NCIS. Jenny simply nodded at Tommy, who then led Nikolai into interrogation, Lisa and McGregor close behind. Jenny hurried down the steps to face Gibbs, who was waiting for her.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Jenny asked, suspicious that Nikolai, a man who could be sentenced with over 100 life-sentences and 50 death-penalties, just happened to be arrested here, at NCIS.
"I have no idea. He just walked out of the elevator and I recognized him. He turned himself in." Gibbs said, eyeing the retreating form of Nikolai.
"Lets go to interrogation and see why he's here." Jenny growled before storming to interrogation, Gibbs trailing behind.
30 minutes later Tommy, Lisa, McGregor, and Jenny watched from the Observation Room as Gibbs burst into the interrogation room, causing Nikolai to jump. Gibbs slammed the door and tossed a file onto the black table, taking a seat across from Nikolai. Nikolai was literally shaking as Gibbs opened the file.
"Nikolai Gusarov: 128 assaults, 5 acts of terrorism in the United States, 207 murders, 92 kidnappings, 62 accounts of money laundering, 42 kidnappings of United States citizens, and the new leader of the Reynosa Drug Cartel in Mexico, newly renamed as the Gusarov Drug Cartel. You are a dangerous man, Nikolai." Gibbs said, steel cold blue eyes meeting nervous and frantic brown eyes. Nikolai was sweating profusely in anxiety as he shakily wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Why are you here, Nikolai?" Gibbs asked, confused by Nikolai's fearful and anxious behavior. Nikolai gave no answer as he stared at the table, twiddling his thumbs.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE!?" Gibbs shouted, slamming his fist on the table. Nikolai actually screamed in fright as his entire body quivered in fear. Gibbs and everyone in observation quirked their eyebrows in utter disbelief. Nikolai was credited to be a cold man who didn't know fear, who could massacre scores of men, women, and children without a second thought or remorse.
"He's going to kill me... He's going to kill me... He's going to kill me..." Nikolai repeated like a mantra, his eyes wide-open. Before Gibbs could have another outburst, Tommy decided that another approach needed to be taken, so took it upon himself to interrogate Nikolai. Tommy walked into the interrogation room, and both heads snapped to him.
"Sorry boss, rule 22, I know, but I think it would be easier if I did this." Tommy said, wincing in anticipation of a headslap. Gibbs sighed, stood up, and brushed past Tony, rubbing the back of his head on the way out. Tommyfurrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before shutting the door to the interrogation room and brought his chair next to where Nikolai was sitting. Nikolai had a fearful look in his eyes as he looked at Tommy.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Tommy said, holding his hands up. Nikolai calmed down slightly by the honest expression on his face.
"Now, let's start from the beginning. Why did you turn yourself in?" Tommy asked, and Nikolai seemed to regain his bearings.
"I...I needed protection." Nikolai said.
"Why do you need protection?" Tommy questioned. Nikolai gulped visibly and closed his eyes, the horrors of the attack fresh on his mind.
"Yesterday the base headquarters for the Gusarov Drug Cartel was...attacked. Two men...two men against 200 of my finest bodyguards and soldiers. They threw these...gas canisters...and rushed in with these bulky gas masks, guns blazing. These weren't your average HAZMAT gas masks either, they looked...very secure. We all put on HAZMAT gas masks, but the gas penetrated the masks like we weren't wearing anything at all. All 200 were killed by the gas." Nikolai said, obviously troubled by the event.
Tommy knew he should be asking about the men, or who attacked him, but the gas issue seemed to be very important, something he certainly never heard about yet.
"The gas, do you know what kind of gas it was? I'm sure with all your arms dealing and knowledge about modern warfare that you can identify the gas, no?" Tommy asked. Nikolai shook his head furiously.
"It had a green hue, but it was unlike anything I had ever seen. Based on what I saw, the gas seemed attracted to organic material, almost like magnetism. It spread like wildfire, four canisters the size of flashbangs was all it took to spread throughout the entire compound. I have absolutely no idea what it was." Nikolai said. Tommy and everyone in observation were slightly anxious about this new gas.
"What were the effects of the gas?" Tommy asked. Nikolai's eyes grew wide with fear, but he still managed to answer Tommy.
"The gas...it went into your system...and mere seconds later...you would drop dead, blood pouring out of your ears, eyes, nose, and mouth." Nikolai said slowly. Tommy shook inwardly at the thought, but decided to press onto more important matters.
"D-" Tommy was cut off as Nikolai shook his head madly.
"No, no. I agree to accept any charges you put against me, I plead guilty to all of them. However, you must promise me that all death-penalties will be nullified and that I will be put in a top-security prison where I cannot be killed." Nikolai said. Tommy chuckled as he slammed the table.
"And why would we do that? What could you possibly offer us?" Tommy asked, genuinely amused that Nikolai would go for such a big deal.
"Because I know of a plot that the same gas that was used on my compound is going to be used here, in your nation's capitol. And not in small canisters, but hundreds and hundreds of tanks the size of fire extinguishers. Millions would die, and only I know who plans on doing it, and where he is." Nikolai smirked, knowing he had a deal.
Everyone was horrified by the prospect, and within seconds Jenny was calling every federal agency she could think of, the whole Alphabet Soup. Tommy had his mouth agape as he looked at Nikolai in horror, who was smiling evilly.
"Who, WHO IS GOING TO RELEASE THE GAS!?" Tommy yelled at Nikolai, who had a smug look on his face.
"I will tell you nothing until you can promise me a deal. Now with that said, do we have a deal?" Nikolai asked.
"YES WE HAVE A GODDAMN DEAL, NOW TELL ME WHO HAS THE GAS!" Tommy yelled at Nikolai. Nikolai smiled, but before he could answer, he began choking. Tommy noticed this and immediately went over to try to help him in anyway he could.
"GET EMT'S IN HERE, THIS IS A MATTER OF FUCKING NATIONAL SECURITY!" Tommy screamed. Everyone in observation bolted out to get EMT's in Interrogation Room 1. But it was too late. It was only about 20 seconds from when Nikolai first started choking that he slumped against the chair, blood seeping from his mouth. Now all they had to work off of was that a deadly gas attack was going to be launched on DC, and their only lead as to who it would be had just died in an interrogation room.
Oh shit, gas attack on DC, this can't be good. Also their only lead just died in the interrogation room! Shit!
Also what's up with Chris? Why's he actin' all suspicious? Hmm...