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Chapter Eight: Strike Two
Tony was awake early. It was the grey of dawn and the sky was only just showing any sign of daylight. He quietly put on a spare bathrobe Tim had given him and walked into the main living area. On the coffee table sat the six empty cans and half-finished bottle of Jack Daniels that had been the sum total of the previous night. While they hadn’t had sex again, they had certainly been very physical with each other and slightly intimate. Tony decided to look around and see what really was the truth behind Timothy McGee and his hidden interests. Going through the bookshelf, he spotted several books of different types. Some were on computers and information technology but there were also a few on how to write a novel. Tony continued to file through the titles until he spotted a change of subjects. The next books he found were about Tai Chi and Kung Fu by different masters around the world. Taking down one of the books, Tony sat down on the couch and started reading. The book demonstrated and discussed different types of fighting styles and weapons and instructed on how to do a few of the basic techniques. Tony continued to read until he fell asleep on the couch. “Hey, Tony, wake up,” Tim called, bringing Tony around from whatever it was he had been dreaming. “Wha? What time is it?” Tony asked. “About eight,” Tim replied. “How long have you been out here?” “Since five. I must have fallen asleep while reading,” Tony explained, picking up the book form the floor. He walked back over to the large bookshelf and returned the book to its proper place. Looking back at Timothy properly, he saw that Tim was wearing his training gear and had a backpack over his shoulder. “I hope you brought something to train in,” Tim asked. “Track pants and yesterday’s shirt,” Tony answered. “Good enough, get dressed,” Tim called. “Coffee will be ready by the time you’re out here.” Tony went to the bedroom to change. Tim put the coffee maker on and started cleaning the room. By the time Tony was dressed and ready, things were clean and organised. Passing Tony his coffee, they both sat down on the couch and sipped their drinks. “So what training are we up for today?” Tony asked. “Well, today I am practicing with the fan and the staff. I picked up the spares in case you wanted to try using them.” “Sounds interesting, I can’t wait to see how you use them,” Tony answered with a smile and raised eyebrows. “You’ll be impressed, I hope,” Tim said. About half an hour later, Tim pulled his car up in a park close to his apartment. Getting out of the car, Tim led the way to a small part of the park that was usually deserted and started stretching, Tony beginning to stretch as well. Once their warm-ups were finished, Tim took out two small black pipes and threw one to Tony who caught it. “What is this?” Tony asked. “Press the button,” Tim answered, doing the same while spinning the small item and it expanded into a staff. Tony pressed the button on his small staff and it expanded. Tim started doing some moves, Tony, who had done some martial arts, did the few moves he had learned. “Want to practice fighting?” Tim asked. “Not sparring,” Tony said at once. “Just disarming,” Tim reassured him. He took up his stance and held his staff across his chest in a standard stance. Tony took up the same stance and they measured each other to see who would move first. Tim started and swung around in an arc, but Tony blocked it and went to counter attack. Tim blocked and they both got into a rhythm of attack and counter attack. Finally, Tim did an arch swing to hit Tony in the head, but he blocked it to which Tim swung his staff and knocked the staff out of Tony’s hands. “Nice work Tim,” Tony answered, wiping sweat from his face. “You are a good fighter Tony, you just need more practice,” Tim said encouragingly. Before Tony could reply, a shot rang out, causing both of them to turn around. There stood a man dressed in black with a hand gun pointed at them. “On your knees,” the man called. Both Tim and Tony sat down with Tim right beside his back pack. “What do you want?” Tony asked. “I am looking for Timothy McGee,” the man said. “What do you want with me?” Tim asked, his hand slipping down subtly to his back pack. “You arrested Red Phoenix and I am here to put an end to your life,” the man replied. “Who are you?” Tony asked. “I am known only as Black Turtle. Red Phoenix was my partner, and you shut him down, so now I have to do so much work to replace him in this region. But enough talk. Say goodbye Timothy,” the man said, taking aim. Before he had locked his aim, there was a loud snap and something hit his hand, knocking the gun sideways and the shot went wide. Before Black Turtle could tell what was happening, another loud snap caused his vision to be obscured by black material. Just as he worked out that a hand fan was blocking his vision, something smashed straight into his face. There were then fast smacks to his temples, causing him to see stars. His gun arm was grabbed and twisted, causing him to drop the gun. With another loud smack to his head, Black Turtle was near unconscious. “You are starting to scare me McGee,” Tim said, coming over to help restrain Black Turtle. “Thanks,” Tim breathed, looking at where his first fan had fallen. It was undamaged, but the second one was snapped in several places along its braces. “I’ll hold him Tony, you get a van called,” Tim said, twisting Black Turtle’s arm tighter. “If he moves he’ll have to go to emergency.” “Does this mean we have to stop the clock on our deal?” Tony asked. “If you don’t mind?” Tim asked pleadingly. “S’pose so. Well, we have had nine hours, so we will start timing again when back at your place,” Tony replied. He almost sounded sad he had asked and accepted, but Tim ignored it. NCIS Headquarters, that afternoon Black Turtle sat in interrogation, looking very sorry for himself. Tim and Tony were on the other side of the glass looking at him. “So this drug ring is bigger than we originally believed,” Tony stated, sipping his drink. “But we need to find out how far it extends. First here with Red Phoenix, Black Turtle from who knows where and there are others. And according to just what we found on Red Phoenix, a lot of trade runs through the Navy.” Tim considered all this but his thoughts were interrupted with Gibbs entering the room. “Well, I can’t leave you two alone long enough without you bringing in a major suspect in a drug ring,” Gibbs said in his flat yet humorous tone. Tony ignored him while Tim turned to face Gibbs. “Who is doing the interview boss?” Tim asked. “You and me, but I want you to lead though. I’ll prompt questions if you seem to get stuck.” Gibbs turned and walked through the door and went to the interview room with Tim right behind him. Opening the door, Black Turtle looked up to see Gibbs and Tim walk in. Gibbs stood to one side while Tim took a seat. “Well Black Turtle, we seem to have found out a bit about you since bringing you here. Real name Walter Aminde. Several arrests for drug smuggling, dealing and assault. Wanted in seven states for numerous offences to that nature. If we can’t make this stick, they certainly will. Why do you want me dead?” Tim finished. “Because you pretty much shut down my drug ring here in Washington, and I had to get revenge for the falling of this corner of the empire. For the most part, it would have been easy.” Walter crossed his arms and looked away. “I’ll tell you what, you give me hooks into your smuggling ring and we will go easy on you in court. How does it sound?” Tim offered. “Never,” Walter answered. “Then it is most likely life,” Gibbs replied. “For what?” Walter asked. “Using a government organisation to operate a drug ring, selling drugs and being head of the ring. Unless you tell us other links in the chain or the ring leader, we will have to send you in after Razu, and consider the case closed.” Tim was now standing and leaning over the table. “If you give us a lead that goes somewhere, we will have your sentence lightened by saying you cooperated.” “Cooperate this,” Walter muttered. There was a light click and Tim felt something hit him in the stomach. Looking down, a dart was protruding from his front. Feeling weak, he collapsed to the floor, Gibbs belting Walter across the face with a clenched fist the last thing he saw. Hospital, the next day Tim felt his world float back into position. He had been dreaming weirdly, like he was seeing people of both his life and fictional, but nothing they said or did made sense, before they blurred into darkness. But now he could sense the proper world around him and his head, while still spinning, was picking up all his senses. He could hear, although not clearly, and he could feel material under his fingers. He tried to move, but it seemed too much effort for the moment. Willing himself into motivation, he tried again. He knew opening his eyes wouldn’t work, it would be too much until the vertigo he was feeling stopped. As he moved the fingers on one hand, someone lightly touched him and held his hand. Tim tried to move his mouth to create a word, but nothing came. “It’s Abbey,” an odd voice said. Tim tried again, but still nothing. “You’ll be fine McGee. Just stay calm. You’re in hospital.” “Abbey, is he awake?” came the unmistakable voice of Gibbs. “He’s moving and responding to my touch, but I think the drugs and anti-venom he’s on have subdued him.” Abbey explained. Anti-venom? What had been in that dart? Whatever it was, it had obviously paralysed and knocked him out. “Well, at least the attempt on his life has been thwarted for now. Black Turtle is behind bars with a dislocated jaw,” Gibbs said flatly. “That poison was foul. Mas-spec worked it out to be a combination of rattle-snake and black mamba poison. The general anti-toxin the medics gave him slowed the effect. We were lucky to get the right antidote to him in time.” Abbey was mixing her sad and work tones, which always made her sound not just mixed but unsure. “McGee,” Gibbs said, not waiting for him to respond. “You’ll be fine. You need to rest and get the poison out of your system. I’ll be back to see you soon.” A hand rubbed Tim’s forehead and was then gone. Feeling his body starting to give in to the pressure of being conscious, Tim let go and fell asleep again. NCIS Headquarters, the Director’s Office “First a drug dealer in Washington and then we find links to a dealer in both North and South Dekota who is known as the Black Turtle. We find links between the both of them through the navy and now this could be turning into what has to be the largest drug ring in America. Tim has been uncovering quite a mess here.” Jenny said to Gibbs while pacing in her office. “Well what would you like me to do Jen, have McGee put it all back where he found it?” Gibbs asked her. “That isn’t funny,” Jenny retorted. “Well, don’t go blaming McGee for this. He had no idea that his teacher in martial arts was a drug lord, nor did he know what he was getting into by dragging the Red Phoenix down out of the ring by my orders.” Gibbs sat back in his chair watching Jenny get more frustrated. “We need to follow this investigation through once the members of the Dekota NCIS, find whatever it is that Black Turtle has in his homes. So far, we have had word of many names in the navy and people here and there, but no lead to who might be the other leaders. I have Tony and Ziva working on the paper trail that they get from Dekota.” “I want nothing overlooked Gibbs. If this gets out we could have a major crisis of faith on our hands. No one will trust the navy or the US if they discover this drug ring has been running with support of members of the Navy. Have all the named members been arrested?” Jenny asked. “Most of our agents have been running around the past twenty four hours bringing them in and I’ve been interrogating them one by one. So far no leads. Most point back to Razu or Walter. Only one has made any indication of another person in Los Angeles, but he never met them or even got a name.” “We need to alert the members of the NCIS team there to investigate.” Jenny began heading for the door. “We have no ties yet Jenny. What are you going to tell them? There is a drug lord pushing drugs through the Navy? Nothing new there! We need more time and detail.” Gibbs got up and walked over to her. “The best they can do is chase their own leads which will probably come to nothing. I’ll let you know when we have names.” Gibbs opened the door and stepped through and Jenny followed. “How is Agent McGee doing?” Jenny asked. “Nice of you to finally bring it up. He is doing okay. The doctors report the venoms are being flushed out of his system, so his body just needs to recover. The combination poisons did a marvellous job. Ask Abbey what she thinks, coz she will give you a full diagnostic. So will Duck if you put them in a room together.” Gibbs went downstairs. “I’ll do that,” Jenny said, but instead turned and walked into MTAC. “What have you found?” Gibbs asked Tony and Ziva as he walked to his desk. “All transactions that either Razu or Walter made went to an offshore account that they shared with other people. While we can tell you what city the other holders of this account are in, names are impossible to trace. Paper withdraws, no ATM records and they all sign to the animal and colour name.” Ziva explained. “All I have is the rest of the code names. Green Dragon, White Tiger and Josie Hebi. Her name can translate from Japanese as Lady Snake.” “I have managed to pinpoint almost all the dealers by name, location and their pick-up times. I am emailing all the required NCIS teams, informing them of the situation, times and locations.” Tony explained. “Good. Maybe if we rattle the cage hard enough, we can flush out the dealers.” Gibbs said. “Ziva, what cities are the other dealers working out of?” “There are three areas I have managed to narrow it down to, but there are two major cities that they work from more than others.” Ziva said. She took the remote to one of the televisions and pressed a button. “Along the West coast, transactions move all over California, however most originate from San Francisco and Los Angeles. Along the southern border, the area spans between El Paso and Jackson. North Dekota seems to be the major playing point for our friend Walter, as his transaction territory spanned from Helena to St. Paul. The area here in the east was limited, ranging from here to Raleigh. I can only guess who is doing what in the last remaining areas. However, I also did some digging...” Ziva pressed another button and pulled up a page form the internet. “Their cover names come from the Feng Shui. The Black turtle and the rest are four guardians to the directions. While they seem a little rusty on which animal went where...” “I don’t care Ziva. Any guesses on where they are now?” Gibbs asked. “The last transactions were in Los Angeles and Austin. However, there is no time pattern to deposits and withdrawals. If you ask me, it is only when they have made so much money from their round trips. And if they don’t make the total in one trip, they wait until they have made it.” Ziva finished. “I want all Navy locations in those areas and the NCIS teams there contacted. And while you chase that, I want you Tony to find these people by their real names. Any businesses, related aliases, go through every possible link. Start with what we know about Razu and Walter and see if that digs up any clues.” “You got it boss. What will you be doing?” Tony asked. “Going to check on McGee with Ducky.” Gibbs finished. “He is going to keep an eye on Tim while Abbey plays around with poison darts and that contraption that bastard was wearing.” Hopsital, McGee’s room “Abbey, please talk slowly,” Tim said in a groggy tone. “I might be conscious but my mind isn’t working that quickly.” Tim complained as he looked at her. “Sorry Tim, but while you were asleep, I have drank, like, six kaf-pows so you’ll need to slow me down,” Abbey answered, focusing on speaking more slowly. “The poison was a mix of snake poisons designed to attack both the nerve and blood streams. So even if one antidote was administered, we might miss the other one. Rattlesnake venom works mainly in the blood system where Black Mamba poison works on the nerves. You were lucky that shot missed any major organs McGee, or else they’d have to replace it. But what really saved you was me putting Mas-spec on over-drive to find out the poisons in time. Lucky for you working out poisons is something that baby does quickly.” “Abbey,” Tim said, finally getting all the information. “Thanks for helping save me.” With a weak smile, Abbey returned with her full smile. “Well, good to see you awake Timothy,” came Ducky’s voice as he and Gibbs walked into the room. “Heya Ducky, boss,” Tim greeted in a half-effort of a voice. “How are you feeling?” Gibbs asked. “Better, just weak.” Tim answered. “Well, don’t be there all week, I need you back. We have a major problem,” Gibbs said. He turned to look at Abbey who shut the door. “The drug ring we have stumbled onto is bigger than what we can control at the moment. While we are doing our best to get information, we only have locations. There are at least three more leaders, but only two work in areas. The team at Los Angeles and San Francisco are keeping an eye out for their dealer there, while I am going to send two agents to Texas to catch the other. I want you to rest up because I need you to go with Tony to Austin and pick up the trail from there. Until then, rest up.” “You got it boss,” Tim said with thumbs up and a weak smile. “Well Tim, according to your charts the venom’s out of your system, but they want to keep you in overnight to make sure that there is no development of other nasty side effects. I must say what a lethal combination. How much has Abbey told you?” “Black Mamba and Rattlesnake,” Tim answered. “I was just getting around to the other kicker that came with the dart,” Abbey said. “They also managed to mix the venoms with Chloroform, so that the victim would be unconscious and unable to get help for the poisons. Very sneaky! I imagine that they are either for solo targets or suicide, not agents in the middle of federal buildings.” “Either way, they were unsuccessful, but now have Tim in their sights. There has been a leak in NCIS about this. We need to investigate further,” Gibbs said. “Abs, you and I need to get back to headquarters. Duck, either Tony or myself will come and get you,” Gibbs said. “Okay. I’ll talk to you a bit later,” Duck said as he took the seat next to Tim’s bed. “Well Timothy, it is you and me for a few hours. What shall we discuss?” Tim smiled. “There is never a moment’s hesitation in your social ability, is there Ducky?” A/N: The plot thickens and I hope I am doing this right. I realize that North America is less likely to have Navy bases inland, but right now location is more important than being accurate. Reviews on progress would be great, and thank you to all my continuous readers who are enjoying my story. 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