Serendipity in a phone call
MTAC was the only quiet place and he could think, the place no one would automatically look for him. All communications were shut down for the night. He stared at the notes. The two folders overlapped each other - one with the image of a woman he’d never stop loving and the other with the image of a girl who deserved her mother. Somehow, he had to make this whole thing work. It shouldn’t be too hard to get Nadia away from her so called foster family. He needed to keep her away from the situation, but she was so determined to get her daughter back that if he could convince her that she had to keep her distance, she would.
The door opened Gibbs held his breath while he tried to figure out who had entered. It was a stupid tactic but also one that might save him. At least he was back in the corner and his new company wasn’t likely to see him unless he came all the way into the room and looked up toward the top of the theater.
“No, I sent the file.” Vance’s voice.
A pause and Gibbs ached for some kind of super human hearing for the other end of the line.
“New Mexico.”
Gibbs sat up and almost spilled the files.
“No, he didn’t.”
A long pause this time.
“There’s enough to link her to something if we look hard enough. The team wasn’t clean in her time in Europe and it would be easy to twist what we have of the evidence to make it look like she was part of the team that was running the guns. It throws them off of us and there’s enough to cause suspicion and there are photos of her with Kort. He had them. If we can find them it shouldn’t be hard to build any kind of a case. If anything, we can make the whole case go away.”
Photos?
Vance again paused. “Of course, Clayton. I’ll take care of it.”
Gibbs stared down at the files in his hands, listening to the conversation. Vance hung up and paused; a good agent knowing perhaps that he wasn’t alone. But his footsteps retreated and Gibbs let out a slow breath. It was almost too good to be true - that this tidbit of information about Liz’s situation had fallen into his lap. It was good and bad. Good, because they could do something. Bad because he had only half truths and Liz’s case was so deeply complicated that they couldn’t even remove the men who were responsible from their jobs. Politics ruled the day and in that, he knew his former lover was well and screwed.
One thing was for sure, he wasn’t going to get caught making a call in MTAC. He waited ten minutes before slipping out the door and down the back stairs to his truck. Once inside, he dialed a familiar number and hoped she answered.
The door opened Gibbs held his breath while he tried to figure out who had entered. It was a stupid tactic but also one that might save him. At least he was back in the corner and his new company wasn’t likely to see him unless he came all the way into the room and looked up toward the top of the theater.
“No, I sent the file.” Vance’s voice.
A pause and Gibbs ached for some kind of super human hearing for the other end of the line.
“New Mexico.”
Gibbs sat up and almost spilled the files.
“No, he didn’t.”
A long pause this time.
“There’s enough to link her to something if we look hard enough. The team wasn’t clean in her time in Europe and it would be easy to twist what we have of the evidence to make it look like she was part of the team that was running the guns. It throws them off of us and there’s enough to cause suspicion and there are photos of her with Kort. He had them. If we can find them it shouldn’t be hard to build any kind of a case. If anything, we can make the whole case go away.”
Photos?
Vance again paused. “Of course, Clayton. I’ll take care of it.”
Gibbs stared down at the files in his hands, listening to the conversation. Vance hung up and paused; a good agent knowing perhaps that he wasn’t alone. But his footsteps retreated and Gibbs let out a slow breath. It was almost too good to be true - that this tidbit of information about Liz’s situation had fallen into his lap. It was good and bad. Good, because they could do something. Bad because he had only half truths and Liz’s case was so deeply complicated that they couldn’t even remove the men who were responsible from their jobs. Politics ruled the day and in that, he knew his former lover was well and screwed.
One thing was for sure, he wasn’t going to get caught making a call in MTAC. He waited ten minutes before slipping out the door and down the back stairs to his truck. Once inside, he dialed a familiar number and hoped she answered.