I Do Not Own NCIS
Hopefully not many mistakes..I realize I've been deleting words without knowing and missing it before I post. How I do that? not a clue.
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"When I checked in with the surveillance team stationed at Crevits', they informed me he hadn't left since we were there. So, Gibbs, I started thinking to myself...Crevits' and Fred are heavily into outdoor survival excursions and procedures, so maybeeeeee..." Ziva looked towards the backseat at Tony then at Gibbs, who was driving, "they built some kind of... fallout shelter or, you know, a shelter made underground. I mean,we searched his basement and every other room in his house and found nothing, but the fact remains he has not left his premises." Tony was leaning forward to include himself in their conversation as he slowly nodded, deep in thought. Gibbs appeared skeptical but was open to consider her theory, scratching his chin.
"So...I looked back a few years into Crevits' financial history and found an offline account with multiple receipts and transactions for rental excavating machinery and equipment along with the purchases of a sufficient amount of lumber and concrete...and so forth."
Gibbs perked up with Ziva's evidence with a half grin growing on his face, but Tony inched forward on his seat.
"But, what are they doing with him, then boss?"
"Well...Whatdaya think DiNozzo?"
Tony frowned as he sat back expelling air from his nose. "But maybe not...I mean is he that valuable...can he really disclose government access codes and files and... all that jazz? I mean..he never told me that he can."
"McGee knows more than you'd care to know DiNozzo. But, he's always had the smarts and ethics to keep that stuff under wraps."
"Gosh. If I knew all that, I don't think I could keep quiet, let alone, not let people know how knowledgeable I was to such important documents-"
"Exactly." Gibbs sneered in the rear view mirror, making sure his senior agent was aware of his disgust. Gibbs quickly brought his attention to the road, driving faster than the posted speed limit as Tony sat in the back seat, the self-revelation consuming him as he stared out the passenger window.
"Turn Gibbs!" Ziva pointed to a road coming up.
"Hey! Who's that? Look, someone just pulled in to Crevits' driveway. We should hang back to observe before we move forward, yes?" Ziva looked at Gibbs waiting for his reply. Gibbs knew how eager Ziva was to get to Tim, hell, he was, too. But, he knew it was important to keep his calm, not wanting to endanger Tim and becoming hasty with their eagerness.
Gibbs pulled to the side of the road then grabbed his binoculars, "Lemme get a quick looksie."
"Son of a bitch...it's McCadden" Gibbs barely spoke above a whisper.
"Holy crap!" DiNozzo looked at Ziva wide-eyed as her face became an out-of-control snarl.
"I swear...I'll kill him-" Gibbs pulled Ziva back as she struggled frantically with the handle of the passenger door.
"Ziva. Hey! Earth to Ziva." Ziva hesitated, realizing her actions as she mumbled to herself in what Tony was sure were curses spoken in Hebrew. She inhaled deeply, "Sorry, Gibbs but I was peed."
One of Gibbs' eyebrows raised as he looked at her with his head tilted to the side. "Huh?"
"Pissed, Ziva." Tony declared from the back seat. "Yeah...I hear yah,me, too. But you can't be peed...you can be P'Oed, or peeved but never peed. Hmmm. Is it strange that you have recently developed a strange, yellow tint to your complexion-"
"DiNozzo!"
"Yeah boss!"
"Focus."
"I'm sorry, it's just... I never thought he would be...you know...dirty! And to think I befriended him. He ain't even a yang to my yang...nope. He's got him some... baaaad juju and karma all rolled into one, big disgusting dirty-dishwater colored aura-" Gibbs and Ziva were staring at him from the front seat,their mouths practically hanging open. "Um...Never mind."
Gibbs pursed his lips then watched McCadden circle Crevits house then motioned for Tony and Ziva to follow him. "Come on. Let's go get McGee before we all lose our minds." They exited the automobile then darted their way towards the property, quickly hiding behind bushes and trees. Gibbs stopped at the vehicle the two surveillance agents were occupying to request their backup. He was grateful a third agent was currently relieving another for duty, able to assist them.
He continued forward, then raised a hand, gesturing for them to sit still as he zeroed in, using his binoculars on the metro cop. McCadden looked over his shoulder then ventured forth, crossing the boundary of the backyard and proceeding onto a rough path that lead into the thick woods.
They followed by staying on the edge of the yard until they reached the border of the forest he had entered.
Gibbs crouched, able to follow McCadden with his eyes until the metro cop came to a hatch in the ground marked by a large boulder and tree stump by its side. He stomped on the wooden door, covered with leaves, waiting for someone to acknowledge his arrival. Gibbs watched as the hatch lifted, revealing the top half of Fred's body as he held the door open for the detective until he fully entered the underground shelter. "Ziva...you were right." He whispered to himself, proud of her good thinking skills. He turned to his team, making eye contact with each agent as he waved them forward.
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The commander hesitated, when the room filled with the bright light of the new day's sun, engulfing the small room, as someone walked down the hatchway stairs. He still had Tim in his grasp and tied to the beam, his wrists bound. Tim heard a familiar voice, recognizing it instantly. His thoughts reeled; so, McCadden was involved in all this? But why?
The commander gave Tim a frustrated shove to his shoulder as he addressed the man that approached him. "He won't break, detective...we've tortured him, endlessly trying to beat the information out of him till he's practically dead, but he just won't budge. I say we cut our losses and dump his body near the warehouse."
"Are you kidding me? I was just over there... at the navy yard. They are no closer to figuring out where he is than they were yesterday. They don't have a clue to his whereabouts. Let me have a go at it, I think I know what can break him." McCadden advanced towards McGee as he looked back at him with contempt in his half-closed eyes as he fought to remain standing. "There's a certain little ninja girl that he should be worried about and just what I could do to her."
Tim sneered, remaining silent.
"All you have to reveal is one little address to one little witness that is a member of the, uh, one little witness protection program. The computer's all ready to go. Come on, you don't want to involve Miss David in all this."
"She can hold her own, just fine." Tim mumbled, his mouth swollen from the beatings. "I'm not the least bit worried about what you ..think! you could do to her. If you were smart...you'd be more worried of what she is planning to do to you-"
"Oh yeah? What about me and a few of my friends that owe me a favor. You don't even want to know, who I know in low places, Timothy."
Tim tried to conceal the worry that blossomed in his chest. He stared across the room, unwavering but swallowed with difficulty as tension quickly built in his throat. The frustration he was experiencing from being restrained, was unbearable. If he was miraculously released, he would be more apt to attack McCadden than to try and escape. With Tony being friends with this guy, and having no idea what he was capable of, could he possibly be putting Ziva into some kind of danger? He pulled on his ropes, as they dug into his chest, stomach and wrists.
"I see it, the concern you have for your little sweetheart. Tell me...does she know how you really feel about her? You know...if you're feeling lonely right now I could go fetch her so you two could spend some quality time together-" McCadden was right in McGee's face at this point as McGee glared across the room, "-better yet... I could spend some quality time with her-"
McGee didn't think twice but head butted McCadden in the nose, instantly smirking when the cop dropped to the ground, heavily onto his knees while holding his nose; blood spurting through his fingers. Tim's aim couldn't have been more perfect, as McCadden cursed while blood flowed and gurgled into his mouth. Tim cracked a smile, unable to control the enthusiasm he felt over the triumph of his action. He expected a punch or a slash from the knife but even the commander did nothing to retribute the situation. Instead, Fred laughed out loud, "Shit, man! He's even restrained and took you down like a ton of bricks! How pathetic are you?"
McCadden pulled himself together as Tim watched him grit his teeth as he rose; a scowl forming on his face. His own senses were slow as McCadden lashed out, striking Tim across the face with a vengeful force.
"Leave him alone!" Yelled George.
"Don't ...worry...he hits like a girl." Tim coughed, bowing his head against his chest, trying to stay conscious. He peered at George, shocked to see him, impulsively snatch his father's gun from his holster. He trained the gun on McCadden but then quickly jerked it back and forth between his father and brother, frantic.
"George! You don't want to do this! Give me back the gun!" His father angrily bellowed but didn't make a move.
"Cut him loose! Now! I'm done with this! I will not go to jail because of what you are doing to him! He doesn't deserve this!" Tim felt a certain admiration grow in his chest for the kid. He was finally making a stand; sick of being manipulated by his family to participate in their criminal actions. George sighed then stepped close to Tim, cutting him loose. He had to quickly grab his bound arms when he staggered forward, exhausted and weary.
Fred stepped forward laughing, "Come on little bro-"
"Stop or I swear... I'll shoot you!" George cocked the hammer back then aimed it at his brother.
Fred looked perplexed and doubtful as he proceeded to step forward. George pulled the trigger and Fred jerked back. He fell back onto his butt clutching his shoulder. "I can't believe you just did that numbnuts! I'm your freakin' brother!"
"Key word...freak-" A shot rang out causing Tim to jump. McCadden stood there, holding up a pistol, in his hand, blood covering his face and shirt from his nose break but a gloating smile underneath. Tim fell to his knees along side the boy who lay on the dirt ground, stone still as McCadden raised the gun, aiming it at Tim's head.
Tim was oblivious to the metro cop's intentions, his eyes filling with tears as his voice turned into a fierce, growling yell. "How could you do that!? He's just a kid!" Tim's anger got the best of him and he charged, practically falling, barreling into McCadden and taking him down while sending him back into the wall, crashing down shelves and items stored on them.