Camping with Gibbs 10/?
The black truck silently rolled to a stop, the driver killing the engine and letting momentum carry them down the road. "You guys know what to do?"
"Yeah, man, make it look like a robbery. Anybody try to stop us, kill them." George Anderson had been cellmates with Moore years ago and now handled the messier end of what they called their business dealings. "What do you want us to do if your brother tries to fight back?"
"Kyle? That pushover? Don't worry, one punch will take care of him. Then he'll come crying and asking my forgiveness because what I lost." Nathan "Conner" Moore laughed as he traced out quotation marks in the air as he spoke the last word. "Don't off the little dweeb, I might have a use for him later."
Anderson and the muscle he'd hired all climbed out of the truck and started the long trek through the woods to the campsite. Moore waited until they were out of sight before he started the engine up and continued on, circling around to park at the top of the hill above the camping area. There were only a few campsites in use and through the night vision scope he could see which one was the tent where his half-brother would be sleeping. He was just settling in for the show when he saw movement at one of the other tents. "What the hell?"
---NCIS---
In the doorway of the tent, Gibbs stopped and handed Tim the keys to his truck. "Here, if it looks like things are going South, get Kyle and get out of here in my truck. The evidence is in the lock box under the floor boards."
Tim hated being left behind, but he knew somebody had to protect Kyle, maintain the evidence chain and monitor the movement of the bad guys. "Fine, but then you take the keys to my truck. You guys will need a way out if it does go bad."
Gibbs knew that if it went that bad, transportation would be the least of their problems, but he accepted the keys anyway before patting Tim on the cheek. "Your first priority is the civilian. Remember that."
Tim nodded and stepped back into the tent, already on the phone to Vance for back up. They were too far away for immediate help, but at least they'd get transportation for the prisoners.
---NCIS---
Squinting, Moore watched as three figures crept out of the large tent. He thought one of them looked like the fed that had been nosing around his operation, but it was hard to tell through the night scope. Any doubts he had were eliminated when he saw one of the men check his gun. The last one stopped to speak to someone still in the tent before heading out. He watched their movement and saw that they were tracking towards his people. Knowing they'd been made, he decided to try and even the odds as he armed himself.
---NCIS---
"What happens now?" Kyle stood nervously behind Tim as the agent started plotting the best paths to intercept each of the suspects.
Tim held a finger up as he spoke into his mic. "You guys are just on the border of the campground, don't forget that. If you pass that section of heavy underbrush, you've got to worry about the ravine. Gibbs, five degrees to you left, one hundred yards. DiNozzo, ten degrees to the right, same distance, maybe a bit more. Fornell, stay on your path, but step on it. He's about a hundred and seventy five yards ahead of you and moving fast."
Great, why do I always get the runner?
Grinning, Tim didn't answer him. Instead he turned back to Kyle. "If everything goes right, we'll have these guys in custody in a few minutes and it will all be over."
"Soon?"
"Paperwork should be done in time for breakfast."
Kyle noticed that Tim didn't mention what would happen if everything didn't go right, but he stayed quiet and close, not wanting to be a distraction.
---NCIS---
Gibbs moved stealthily through the scrub brush and small trees. He could see Fornell trying to move quicker to catch up with his suspect while Tony was angling further off to the side. Over the ear piece he could hear McGee rattle off changes in position to each of them. Finally he was close enough to see his his suspect and lifted his wrist to whisper into the mic. "I've got a visual, moving to intercept."
He was able to get within fifty feet before his suspect even realized he wasn't alone. Spotted, Gibbs put on a burst of speed and was within ten feet before the suspect started to pull his gun. Wanting to capture the man before he could get a shot off Gibbs charged at him, jumping and grabbing at the gun.
Rolling around on the ground, they struggled over possession of the gun until Gibbs was able to get a hand free. A quick right jab dropped the suspect hard and Gibbs tossed the gun away. He dragged the semi-conscious man to the largest tree within sight and handcuffed his hands with his arms around the tree trunk. Next, Gibbs pulled out the roll of duct tape he always carried while camping and pressed a strip across the suspect's mouth, silencing him.
Gibbs looked the man over. Italian designer shoes suggested that the suspect was no outdoors-man. "Stay quiet, otherwise the bears might get you before I get back." Looking at his expression, it was all Gibbs could do not to laugh as he moved out to help DiNozzo and Fornell.
---NCIS---
McGee watched as Gibbs closed in on his suspect. The two blips on his screen overlapped, bouncing between the two as they obviously struggled. He didn't take a deep breath until the blips separated with Gibbs moving around and the suspect stationary.
One down, give me a direction, McGee.
"East, make sure to stay on the northern side of the ravine. Suspect is angling back, probably because he can't make the climb down. Fornell, did you get that?" They could hear him panting through the speakers.
Great. How... close? Never mind, I see him.
Tim would have answered, but he heard a sound coming from behind the tent.
---NCIS---
Moore tucked his revolver into his waistband, but kept the knife in his hand. He'd broken the dome light in the truck so nothing would attract attention as he crept out of the truck. He made his way down to the large tent, listening closely to the low voices. Moore couldn't make out what they were saying, but it gave him an idea of where the occupants were.
Managing to keep silent, he was within a few feet of the tent before he stepped on a small branch, the sound echoing in the quiet. Pissed at all his plans falling apart, Moore raised the knife over his head and charged at the tent.
---NCIS---
Fornell could see his suspect, even saw the moment when the two suspects made eye contact. DiNozzo's man took off into the thicker shrubs while his tried to put more distance between them by staying in the thin clump of trees where he could move faster.
"FBI, don't make it worse for yourself."
Sometimes that works, today it didn't as the runner picked up speed, ducking under some branches and sliding down into a dry creek bed. Cursing, Fornell saw that he was losing ground and yelled into his mic. "I could use some help here."
---NCIS---
For a moment, DiNozzo had two of the suspects in his sights, but then the one he was tracking angled off to his left, leaving the open area to claw his way through heavier underbrush, vanishing quickly. Hoping that there was no poison ivy, Tony plowed in after him. For a second all he could hear was his own heavy breathing, then Fornell's call for help came over his earwig just before his suspect plowed into him from the side.
Tangled together, they crashed thought a large bramble. Tony felt the thorns tear at his jacket as he fell backwards. He knew they were close to the deep, sloping ravine that was supposed to be off-limits, but he wasn't sure how close until he realized that there was nothing under him to break his fall.
"Shiiittt...."
---NCIS---
"I can't believe this is happening." Kyle was pacing in the tent. "I mean, we're not close, but he's still my brother."
Tim was climbing to his feet. "Kyle, move to the center of the tent."
"What? Why?"
"Now!" Tim grabbed him and shoved just as a blade sliced through the tent wall and Moore burst in. There wasn't time to pull his weapon before the blade bit into his his skin and they tumbled to the ground, fighting over control of the knife.
"Yeah, man, make it look like a robbery. Anybody try to stop us, kill them." George Anderson had been cellmates with Moore years ago and now handled the messier end of what they called their business dealings. "What do you want us to do if your brother tries to fight back?"
"Kyle? That pushover? Don't worry, one punch will take care of him. Then he'll come crying and asking my forgiveness because what I lost." Nathan "Conner" Moore laughed as he traced out quotation marks in the air as he spoke the last word. "Don't off the little dweeb, I might have a use for him later."
Anderson and the muscle he'd hired all climbed out of the truck and started the long trek through the woods to the campsite. Moore waited until they were out of sight before he started the engine up and continued on, circling around to park at the top of the hill above the camping area. There were only a few campsites in use and through the night vision scope he could see which one was the tent where his half-brother would be sleeping. He was just settling in for the show when he saw movement at one of the other tents. "What the hell?"
---NCIS---
In the doorway of the tent, Gibbs stopped and handed Tim the keys to his truck. "Here, if it looks like things are going South, get Kyle and get out of here in my truck. The evidence is in the lock box under the floor boards."
Tim hated being left behind, but he knew somebody had to protect Kyle, maintain the evidence chain and monitor the movement of the bad guys. "Fine, but then you take the keys to my truck. You guys will need a way out if it does go bad."
Gibbs knew that if it went that bad, transportation would be the least of their problems, but he accepted the keys anyway before patting Tim on the cheek. "Your first priority is the civilian. Remember that."
Tim nodded and stepped back into the tent, already on the phone to Vance for back up. They were too far away for immediate help, but at least they'd get transportation for the prisoners.
---NCIS---
Squinting, Moore watched as three figures crept out of the large tent. He thought one of them looked like the fed that had been nosing around his operation, but it was hard to tell through the night scope. Any doubts he had were eliminated when he saw one of the men check his gun. The last one stopped to speak to someone still in the tent before heading out. He watched their movement and saw that they were tracking towards his people. Knowing they'd been made, he decided to try and even the odds as he armed himself.
---NCIS---
"What happens now?" Kyle stood nervously behind Tim as the agent started plotting the best paths to intercept each of the suspects.
Tim held a finger up as he spoke into his mic. "You guys are just on the border of the campground, don't forget that. If you pass that section of heavy underbrush, you've got to worry about the ravine. Gibbs, five degrees to you left, one hundred yards. DiNozzo, ten degrees to the right, same distance, maybe a bit more. Fornell, stay on your path, but step on it. He's about a hundred and seventy five yards ahead of you and moving fast."
Great, why do I always get the runner?
Grinning, Tim didn't answer him. Instead he turned back to Kyle. "If everything goes right, we'll have these guys in custody in a few minutes and it will all be over."
"Soon?"
"Paperwork should be done in time for breakfast."
Kyle noticed that Tim didn't mention what would happen if everything didn't go right, but he stayed quiet and close, not wanting to be a distraction.
---NCIS---
Gibbs moved stealthily through the scrub brush and small trees. He could see Fornell trying to move quicker to catch up with his suspect while Tony was angling further off to the side. Over the ear piece he could hear McGee rattle off changes in position to each of them. Finally he was close enough to see his his suspect and lifted his wrist to whisper into the mic. "I've got a visual, moving to intercept."
He was able to get within fifty feet before his suspect even realized he wasn't alone. Spotted, Gibbs put on a burst of speed and was within ten feet before the suspect started to pull his gun. Wanting to capture the man before he could get a shot off Gibbs charged at him, jumping and grabbing at the gun.
Rolling around on the ground, they struggled over possession of the gun until Gibbs was able to get a hand free. A quick right jab dropped the suspect hard and Gibbs tossed the gun away. He dragged the semi-conscious man to the largest tree within sight and handcuffed his hands with his arms around the tree trunk. Next, Gibbs pulled out the roll of duct tape he always carried while camping and pressed a strip across the suspect's mouth, silencing him.
Gibbs looked the man over. Italian designer shoes suggested that the suspect was no outdoors-man. "Stay quiet, otherwise the bears might get you before I get back." Looking at his expression, it was all Gibbs could do not to laugh as he moved out to help DiNozzo and Fornell.
---NCIS---
McGee watched as Gibbs closed in on his suspect. The two blips on his screen overlapped, bouncing between the two as they obviously struggled. He didn't take a deep breath until the blips separated with Gibbs moving around and the suspect stationary.
One down, give me a direction, McGee.
"East, make sure to stay on the northern side of the ravine. Suspect is angling back, probably because he can't make the climb down. Fornell, did you get that?" They could hear him panting through the speakers.
Great. How... close? Never mind, I see him.
Tim would have answered, but he heard a sound coming from behind the tent.
---NCIS---
Moore tucked his revolver into his waistband, but kept the knife in his hand. He'd broken the dome light in the truck so nothing would attract attention as he crept out of the truck. He made his way down to the large tent, listening closely to the low voices. Moore couldn't make out what they were saying, but it gave him an idea of where the occupants were.
Managing to keep silent, he was within a few feet of the tent before he stepped on a small branch, the sound echoing in the quiet. Pissed at all his plans falling apart, Moore raised the knife over his head and charged at the tent.
---NCIS---
Fornell could see his suspect, even saw the moment when the two suspects made eye contact. DiNozzo's man took off into the thicker shrubs while his tried to put more distance between them by staying in the thin clump of trees where he could move faster.
"FBI, don't make it worse for yourself."
Sometimes that works, today it didn't as the runner picked up speed, ducking under some branches and sliding down into a dry creek bed. Cursing, Fornell saw that he was losing ground and yelled into his mic. "I could use some help here."
---NCIS---
For a moment, DiNozzo had two of the suspects in his sights, but then the one he was tracking angled off to his left, leaving the open area to claw his way through heavier underbrush, vanishing quickly. Hoping that there was no poison ivy, Tony plowed in after him. For a second all he could hear was his own heavy breathing, then Fornell's call for help came over his earwig just before his suspect plowed into him from the side.
Tangled together, they crashed thought a large bramble. Tony felt the thorns tear at his jacket as he fell backwards. He knew they were close to the deep, sloping ravine that was supposed to be off-limits, but he wasn't sure how close until he realized that there was nothing under him to break his fall.
"Shiiittt...."
---NCIS---
"I can't believe this is happening." Kyle was pacing in the tent. "I mean, we're not close, but he's still my brother."
Tim was climbing to his feet. "Kyle, move to the center of the tent."
"What? Why?"
"Now!" Tim grabbed him and shoved just as a blade sliced through the tent wall and Moore burst in. There wasn't time to pull his weapon before the blade bit into his his skin and they tumbled to the ground, fighting over control of the knife.