[Fanfic] All the Right Moves - Chapter Two
Title: All the Right Moves
Show: NCIS
Characters: Tim, Gibbs, Ziva, and Tony
Genre: AU, Drama, Slash
Rating: FR15
Pairings: Gibbs/McGee
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Challenge: The Boys Wrapped in Plot
Spoilers: Spoilers for characters up to season nine.
Summary: The word ‘Gifted’ is defined as ‘having great special talent of ability.’ But during the mid 21st Century the word gained new meaning as children were discovered to be developing psychic abilities. Tim McGee is a 1st degree technopath, he has managed to keep his gift a secret all of his life...Until Ziva David-Hadar found him.
Chapter Two
“Are you sure that they’re gonna be coming Boss? Cause if they aren’t I still might be able to make it to my date before she bails.”
Gibbs lowered the binoculars he was using to watch the industrial laboratory’s rear door. He turned slightly to stare at his partner. Tony’s grin wilted slightly and with a sigh he slumped down in his seat.
“Oh well, there will be other fish...Other nights to stand them up.” The younger man lifted the high definition digital camera to his eye, twisting the lens as be focused on the door across the deserted street. “It's gonna be pretty ironic if we get stood up too. You don't think they could have been tipped off? If they don’t show up soon I think we’re both gonna need a dinner run. Your mysterious contact would have happened to include a time now would he? She?”
Gibbs barely resisted the smirk that pulled at his lips. Tony could fish for information all that he wanted. Gibbs had worked hard to find a man brave, or desperate, enough to keep him updated on the happenings of Ari Hasewari’s crime syndicate. He wasn’t about to risk the man’s life by telling even Tony, whom he completely trusted.
He was sure that Tony had contacts of his own that he kept secret. Like where he secreted his laptop off to whenever it broke. The man always returned from those trips with a huge shit-eating grin. But he would never ask Tony about his contacts.
After all, rule four was there for a reason.
Ignoring the younger man he brought the binoculars back up, scanning up and down the street. His snitch hadn’t happened to include a time. But that was what stakeouts were for.
“So, what exactly were Little Ricky and Sal after anyway? I thought Ari’s gang were all Gifted? Aren’t the DWB board pretty outspoken against people with Gifts?” Tony couldn’t keep the contempt from his voice at the mention of the DWB board. Even though his own Charm Gift was the 3rd degree, the lowest that could still qualify as Gifted, he was firmly on DWB’s list of ‘freaks.’
“Didn’t the cops determine that he had a Persuasion Gift? What does he need DWB tech for? He doesn’t need a machine or something to suppress someone's gift. He can already make them do anything he wants.”
Tony shuddered and Gibbs couldn’t blame him. Ari Hasewari and his syndicate of Gifted thugs were the number one reason that Anti-Gifted sentiments were on the rise throughout the country. After all, if the neither the police nor the FBI couldn control the Gifted of D.C. what hope did small town America have?
Not being Gifted himself Gibbs could understand the basis for the argument. But he couldn’t agree with it. People with Gifts were just like everyone else. They all had to make choices with how to live their lives. Having a Gift was no different than owning a gun. It was up to the owner whether or not to pull the trigger.
The counter argument to that however was that guns were licensed. But just because someone didn't have a license didn't mean that they couldn't get a hold of a gun.
“I mean, you’ve seen Fornell’s security tapes from some of his crime scenes? I snuck a peek last time I was at the station.” Tony was practically twitching with nerves remembering the grainy black and white footage. “The bank heist last month. Did you know he pulled that off all by himself?”
He had. Officer Fornell had made sure that a copy of the footage had made it’s way onto his desk.
“He just walked in like he was on a Sunday stroll! Told the civilians to please lay down, had the tellers open the vault and start packing up the money. Then as he was leaving he turned to the security guard and told him to kill everyone! Like it was an afterthought!” Tony’s voice had risen in volume and rage as he had talked. Now he was practically yelling, back rigid. His grip on the camera was so tight his knuckles were turning white.
“And then BAM!” His fist collided with the dash for emphasis. “He just did it! Nobody ran, they just laid there while he walked around and picked ‘em all off. One by one.” Tony resumed his slumped posture. “Poor bastard shot himself when he came back to his senses. That man had two kids Boss!”
Gibbs clenched his jaw. He had seen the faces of that man’s children spread across the front page of every tabloid and newspaper in DC. Sometimes he thought they should lock up the soulless reporters alongside the death row inmates.
“We’ll get him Tony.”
Tony turned to face his boss. His green eyes were filled with a deep dejection.
“I used to believe that, back when I was still on the force.” He paused, considering his next words with care. “But after Kate…I just don’t know anymore. I mean, no one can even find him! The bastards a ghost!”
Gibbs hand snapped out, slapping Tony hard on the back of his head.
“We will get him.”
The words were ground out with such surety and conviction that Tony couldn’t help grinning as he rubbed his head.
“Thanks Boss.”
Again he lifted the camera and began taking shots of the empty street.
“But why are we here? Officer’s Fornell and Sacks were only too pleased to pick up Little Ricky and his buddy Sal when you told them about your tip. Wouldn’t our time be better spent interrogating them than stalking a couple of vigilantes that might not even show?”
Gibbs lowered the binoculars, raising an eyebrow towards his partner. Any other night the younger man would be chomping at the bit for a chance to chase down the vigilante he had dubbed a female Batman. But now that the two detectives finally had the upper hand he appeared hesitant.
“The woman at least has some Special Forces training.” Tony sat up in his seat, eyes wide with the shock of actually getting an answer out of the other man. “When the government identified him as the child of an Israeli man and an Arab woman they sent requests to Mossad to identify him. Mossad said they had no record for him. That he wasn’t on any of their watch lists.”
Gibbs shifted in his seat as movement in the shadows across the street caught his eye. Motioning to DiNozzo he raised the binoculars again, watching as the two figures crept out of the dark. He whistled low under his breath as they reached the door and stepped into the light.
“I’d bet my house that that woman is Israeli. If she isn’t Mossad, someone from Mossad has spent a lot of time training her. If those new duds are any indication Mossad is outfitting them too. That mean's we were lied to while Mossad sent someone over here to clean up their mess. I want to know why they lied. Why they didn't take care of him when he was still on their turf.”
Both sunk low in their seats as Tony snapped shot after shot. It was rare for anyone to get a picture of these two. The woman’s accomplice had a nasty habit of using his Gift to wipe all the security cameras before they left a scene.
“But even if we catch them, if she’s Mossad do you really think that she’ll talk? Don’t they torture them as part of their training?”
Gibbs nodded, watching as the young man stepped up to the door. Through the binoculars he had a clear view of the man touching the door handle. After a moment’s pause he stepped back, allowing the woman to pick the tumbler lock. Soon they were both slipping inside the empty building.
“Even if she does get caught you’re right. There’s nothing we could do short of prolonged torture to make her talk.” Gibbs dropped the binoculars into the back seat then double-checked that his gun was loaded and that his handcuffs were attached to his belt.
“I don’t expect to catch her. You chase her to your hearts content and keep her as preoccupied as you can.”
They both exited the car, closing the doors of the sedan as quietly as possible.
“There’s a reason the police don’t take the support team into the field until it’s been cleared. That Technopath she’s been dragging along with her the last month or two has no training whatsoever. He’s the weak link. That’s where I’m going to get my information.”
Drawing their weapons the two private detectives crossed the street and followed their targets into the dark building.
Show: NCIS
Characters: Tim, Gibbs, Ziva, and Tony
Genre: AU, Drama, Slash
Rating: FR15
Pairings: Gibbs/McGee
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Challenge: The Boys Wrapped in Plot
Spoilers: Spoilers for characters up to season nine.
Summary: The word ‘Gifted’ is defined as ‘having great special talent of ability.’ But during the mid 21st Century the word gained new meaning as children were discovered to be developing psychic abilities. Tim McGee is a 1st degree technopath, he has managed to keep his gift a secret all of his life...Until Ziva David-Hadar found him.
Chapter Two
“Are you sure that they’re gonna be coming Boss? Cause if they aren’t I still might be able to make it to my date before she bails.”
Gibbs lowered the binoculars he was using to watch the industrial laboratory’s rear door. He turned slightly to stare at his partner. Tony’s grin wilted slightly and with a sigh he slumped down in his seat.
“Oh well, there will be other fish...Other nights to stand them up.” The younger man lifted the high definition digital camera to his eye, twisting the lens as be focused on the door across the deserted street. “It's gonna be pretty ironic if we get stood up too. You don't think they could have been tipped off? If they don’t show up soon I think we’re both gonna need a dinner run. Your mysterious contact would have happened to include a time now would he? She?”
Gibbs barely resisted the smirk that pulled at his lips. Tony could fish for information all that he wanted. Gibbs had worked hard to find a man brave, or desperate, enough to keep him updated on the happenings of Ari Hasewari’s crime syndicate. He wasn’t about to risk the man’s life by telling even Tony, whom he completely trusted.
He was sure that Tony had contacts of his own that he kept secret. Like where he secreted his laptop off to whenever it broke. The man always returned from those trips with a huge shit-eating grin. But he would never ask Tony about his contacts.
After all, rule four was there for a reason.
Ignoring the younger man he brought the binoculars back up, scanning up and down the street. His snitch hadn’t happened to include a time. But that was what stakeouts were for.
“So, what exactly were Little Ricky and Sal after anyway? I thought Ari’s gang were all Gifted? Aren’t the DWB board pretty outspoken against people with Gifts?” Tony couldn’t keep the contempt from his voice at the mention of the DWB board. Even though his own Charm Gift was the 3rd degree, the lowest that could still qualify as Gifted, he was firmly on DWB’s list of ‘freaks.’
“Didn’t the cops determine that he had a Persuasion Gift? What does he need DWB tech for? He doesn’t need a machine or something to suppress someone's gift. He can already make them do anything he wants.”
Tony shuddered and Gibbs couldn’t blame him. Ari Hasewari and his syndicate of Gifted thugs were the number one reason that Anti-Gifted sentiments were on the rise throughout the country. After all, if the neither the police nor the FBI couldn control the Gifted of D.C. what hope did small town America have?
Not being Gifted himself Gibbs could understand the basis for the argument. But he couldn’t agree with it. People with Gifts were just like everyone else. They all had to make choices with how to live their lives. Having a Gift was no different than owning a gun. It was up to the owner whether or not to pull the trigger.
The counter argument to that however was that guns were licensed. But just because someone didn't have a license didn't mean that they couldn't get a hold of a gun.
“I mean, you’ve seen Fornell’s security tapes from some of his crime scenes? I snuck a peek last time I was at the station.” Tony was practically twitching with nerves remembering the grainy black and white footage. “The bank heist last month. Did you know he pulled that off all by himself?”
He had. Officer Fornell had made sure that a copy of the footage had made it’s way onto his desk.
“He just walked in like he was on a Sunday stroll! Told the civilians to please lay down, had the tellers open the vault and start packing up the money. Then as he was leaving he turned to the security guard and told him to kill everyone! Like it was an afterthought!” Tony’s voice had risen in volume and rage as he had talked. Now he was practically yelling, back rigid. His grip on the camera was so tight his knuckles were turning white.
“And then BAM!” His fist collided with the dash for emphasis. “He just did it! Nobody ran, they just laid there while he walked around and picked ‘em all off. One by one.” Tony resumed his slumped posture. “Poor bastard shot himself when he came back to his senses. That man had two kids Boss!”
Gibbs clenched his jaw. He had seen the faces of that man’s children spread across the front page of every tabloid and newspaper in DC. Sometimes he thought they should lock up the soulless reporters alongside the death row inmates.
“We’ll get him Tony.”
Tony turned to face his boss. His green eyes were filled with a deep dejection.
“I used to believe that, back when I was still on the force.” He paused, considering his next words with care. “But after Kate…I just don’t know anymore. I mean, no one can even find him! The bastards a ghost!”
Gibbs hand snapped out, slapping Tony hard on the back of his head.
“We will get him.”
The words were ground out with such surety and conviction that Tony couldn’t help grinning as he rubbed his head.
“Thanks Boss.”
Again he lifted the camera and began taking shots of the empty street.
“But why are we here? Officer’s Fornell and Sacks were only too pleased to pick up Little Ricky and his buddy Sal when you told them about your tip. Wouldn’t our time be better spent interrogating them than stalking a couple of vigilantes that might not even show?”
Gibbs lowered the binoculars, raising an eyebrow towards his partner. Any other night the younger man would be chomping at the bit for a chance to chase down the vigilante he had dubbed a female Batman. But now that the two detectives finally had the upper hand he appeared hesitant.
“The woman at least has some Special Forces training.” Tony sat up in his seat, eyes wide with the shock of actually getting an answer out of the other man. “When the government identified him as the child of an Israeli man and an Arab woman they sent requests to Mossad to identify him. Mossad said they had no record for him. That he wasn’t on any of their watch lists.”
Gibbs shifted in his seat as movement in the shadows across the street caught his eye. Motioning to DiNozzo he raised the binoculars again, watching as the two figures crept out of the dark. He whistled low under his breath as they reached the door and stepped into the light.
“I’d bet my house that that woman is Israeli. If she isn’t Mossad, someone from Mossad has spent a lot of time training her. If those new duds are any indication Mossad is outfitting them too. That mean's we were lied to while Mossad sent someone over here to clean up their mess. I want to know why they lied. Why they didn't take care of him when he was still on their turf.”
Both sunk low in their seats as Tony snapped shot after shot. It was rare for anyone to get a picture of these two. The woman’s accomplice had a nasty habit of using his Gift to wipe all the security cameras before they left a scene.
“But even if we catch them, if she’s Mossad do you really think that she’ll talk? Don’t they torture them as part of their training?”
Gibbs nodded, watching as the young man stepped up to the door. Through the binoculars he had a clear view of the man touching the door handle. After a moment’s pause he stepped back, allowing the woman to pick the tumbler lock. Soon they were both slipping inside the empty building.
“Even if she does get caught you’re right. There’s nothing we could do short of prolonged torture to make her talk.” Gibbs dropped the binoculars into the back seat then double-checked that his gun was loaded and that his handcuffs were attached to his belt.
“I don’t expect to catch her. You chase her to your hearts content and keep her as preoccupied as you can.”
They both exited the car, closing the doors of the sedan as quietly as possible.
“There’s a reason the police don’t take the support team into the field until it’s been cleared. That Technopath she’s been dragging along with her the last month or two has no training whatsoever. He’s the weak link. That’s where I’m going to get my information.”
Drawing their weapons the two private detectives crossed the street and followed their targets into the dark building.