Charity and her team stood in the lab looking at the now unincrpyted data on the screen. "These are a bunch of addresses." Fornell said.
"Yes, but when you type them in and look on the map, they are locations of warehouses." Abby said. "Here we also have dates and times."
"We think that these dates and times are when items will be shipped out of the warehouse." McGee added. "These previous dates and times match up with shipments leaving the warehouses."
"When's the next shipment supposed to leave the warehouse, McGee?" Charity asked.
"Tonight at nine." McGee answered. "And the warehouse is located in the old docking district."
"We will steak it out tonight." Fornell said.
"You know, this could be a trap. The Seaman was beaten and stabbed for a reason. Maybe they knew he'd taken this information." Charity spoke up.
"It's a chance we'll have to take." Sacks replied.
Later that night...
Charity sat in the car with Agent Sacks. Fornell and Burley sat in another car and McGee sat in a black van a little ways away, monitoring the situation. "See any movement yet?" Sacks asked Charity as she was looking through the binoculars.
"Not yet." She answered.
"How about you let me take a turn?" He'd asked.
Charity wordlessly handed them over.
"Anyone else see any movement yet?" Sacks asked over the link.
"Nothing." Fornell answered.
"Wait a second, I see something in the window on the east side of the building." McGee answered.
"Alright, let's move." Fornell said.
Charity and Sacks got out of the car and moved in on their side of the building. Fornell and Burley were on the other side. They were all wearing their kevlar vests and holding out their guns. They enetered the warehouse where they found their arms dealer, overseeing the packing up and shipping of the weapons.
"Federal Agents, stop what you're doing!" Fornell ordered.
The arms dealer turned around and chuckled. "I see you got my message." He said. "The FBI and NCIS. I must be a big deal to have two federal agencies after me."
That was when Charity felt the gun barrel at the back of her head. "Drop your weapons." The dealer ordered, as body guards came up and held guns to all of their heads.
The agents laid their guns down and put their hands at their sides. The dealer walked around and looked at the group. "Kill the men, keep the woman." He ordered.
The man behind Charity grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He clasped both of her wrists in one hand and reached back for a zip tie. Charity turned, wrenching her hands free and kicking the man in the stomach. The other agents then began to fight with their captors.
Before long back-up arrived. The arms dealer was captured and the weapons were being taken away.
Around midnight...
Charity walked into her house to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. She followed her nose to the smell and found Tony in the kitchen, pulling a tin foil wrapped dish out of the oven.
"Well, this is a nice surprise." Charity said.
Tony turned around and smiled at her. Then he noticed that she had a black eye and her lower lip was split. "Rough day at work?" He asked.
"Just a little tangle with an arms dealer." Charity answered. "It's what happens when I work with the FBI."
"Sounds much more exciting than my drug dealing lawyer." Tony replied, a grin on his face.
Charity smiled back. "I miss the simple cases." Charity said, leaning against the kitchen counter. "So, what is that you pulled out from the oven?"
"This would be lasgana." Tony answered. "From the best Italian place in town. Along with a delicious wine."
"I love being wined and dined." Charity replied.
Tony walked over to her and gently ran his thumb along her cheek. He bent down and gave her a tender kiss. When he broke the kiss, his gaze lingered on hers for a moment. "Don't forget about dessert." He said, a grin on his face.