Gibbs banged on the door in front of him like there was no tomorrow. He looked
through
the mesh covering the small window and saw a guard walking at the end of the
corridor.

"Hey!" Gibbs shouted, "Hey! Get me outta here!"

Gibbs cursed loudly as the guard paid him no attention. Eventually he stopped
banging on
the door and sat on the bunk that was provided for him to sleep on. He looked at
his
hands and sighed, they were battered and bleeding from his assault on the door.

"Lights out!!" a call suddenly came from somewhere outside his door, followed
soon after
by the lights being turned out.

In the sudden darkness, he quickly got up and stood by the window in the door,
wanting
some light from the corridor to filter through. It wasn't only that he'd
suddenly developed
a phobia of the dark, but as soon as the lights were turned out, his cell row
had erupted in
noise. He heard men shouting about something he couldn't make sense of, whilst
others
were laughing hysterically. To add to the general noise, he could hear people
clanging tin
against the metal frames of their beds.

But that's not to say that he wasn't adding to the noise. He'd started banging
his fists on
the door and yelling to get him out. Finally, he saw a guard make his way down
the
corridor. The guard got out his baton and banged it a few times on the nearest
cell door to
get the inmates to quieten down.

"The next person to make a peep is going straight to the morgue!" the guard
shouted

Most inmates shut up, and maybe that was the sensible thing to do, but Gibbs
felt he had
to let the guard know that a mistake had been made.

"Hey!" Gibbs shouted at him, "I'm an NCIS agent, let me out. I'm not - "

"Open 118!" the guard shouted, presumably at another guard, and gave Gibbs a
feral grin

Gibbs stepped back as his door slid open, thanking his luck that the guard had
listened to
him. But his relief was short-lived as three guards entered his cell and took
out their
batons.

Gibbs kept all of the guards in sight as they entered. Then when the first
attacked, he
side-stepped him and kneed him in the balls. That seemed to spur the other two
into
action and as they both ran forward, Gibbs tried to defend himself, but it was a
losing
situation from the beginning.

As Gibbs hit the ground and lifted his arm to fend off blows to his head, he
thought back
to how he'd gotten into this mess.

***

Gibbs sighed and looked at the empty desks in front of him. Or more like, two
empty desk
and one occupied desk - currently occupied by an agent who wasn't cleared to go
into the
field.

"Boss?" Tony asked, sensing something was up

Gibbs sighed again, "Something doesn't add up. I'm gonna question Ross and Jones
again,"

"Okay," Tony replied, grabbing his gear

"Alone, DiNozzo," Gibbs responded, getting up

"You're going without backup?" Tony asked, sounding concerned

"I can handle myself, Tony," Gibbs responded

"All the same, I'd prefer if I went with you, or even can't you wait till Ziva
and McGee get
back?" Tony asked as Gibbs put on his jacket

"No Tony, you're on desk duty, and besides which, I'm not risking your health by
taking
you out in this weather. And it'll be at least 2300 by the time Ziva and McGee
get back,"
Gibbs responded as he walked out of the office, "I want a work-up of their
criminal,
financial and phone records by the time I get back,"

Gibbs made quick work of getting to the house where Ross and Jones lived, along
with
their other flat mate, Ricky. He stopped in front of the door and groaned
silently to
himself when he realized he didn't have his cell phone on him. As he raised his
fist to
knock, the door opened revealing the two men he wanted to question.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs, you surprised me," Jones said quickly, holding a hand over his
chest

"Yeah, well we kinda weren't expecting you, Agent Gibbs," Ross said before Gibbs
could
reply, "And we're about to head out,"

"I won't take long," Gibbs responded, turning to walk with the two men, "I just
have a few
questions - "

"Only a few?" Ross asked

Gibbs grinned, "Yeah. You said that you radioed headquarters and told them
straight away
that Corporal Red was injured?"

"That's correct," Ross responded

Gibbs nodded, "You got the call to respond to a situation on the docks at 2231
and you
got to the scene at 2237,"

"Yep," Ross replied

"Then Jones here arrived at 2245 to back you up, it had sounded like a big
fight," Gibbs
continued, "But you didn't use your radio again until 2258, why? What were you
both
doing during that time?"

"Well, that was when we found the navy guy," Jones replied

"He was a marine," Gibbs corrected, "Okay, say I buy it. Neither of you found
the corporal.
But why didn't you give headquarters an update?"

"There was nothing to update them on. We got there and there was nobody around,
we
found your corporal as we were about to leave," Ross explained

Gibbs smirked, "So there was nobody there, but you guys still hung around for a
good
twenty minutes...doing nothing..."

Ross turned to Gibbs and stopped walking, "You know, you're right. We weren't
doing
nothing,"

Gibbs stopped walking as well, watching the two men closely, as he realized he
had
already known who had killed the marine before he left NCIS.

"You gonna tell me?" Gibbs asked

"No, but he might," Ross responded, indicating somebody behind Gibbs

Gibbs smirked, "There's nobody behind me,"

"I am," a voice floated from behind him

Gibbs glanced over his shoulder and saw the third roommate, Ricky standing
behind him.
Gibbs groaned and looked back at Ross and Jones to find Ross holding a taser.
Before
Gibbs could react, Ross pulled the trigger, causing Gibbs to fall to the ground
and
convulse as electric shocks ran through his body...

Tony suppressed another sigh and looked at the elevator again. He'd expected
Gibbs to be back by now, or to have at least called. He's probably just gone
home and fallen asleep under his boat, it's not like he said he was coming back,
he doesn't owe you an explanation, he's your boss, not the other way round.

"I know that," Tony hissed under his breath at his thoughts, "Doesn't mean he's
not in trouble though,"

He looked around at the bullpen and cursed at his situation. Screwed if you do,
screwed if you don't. Tony glared at the elevator doors, willing them to open,
"Bastard!"

He picked up his phone and dialled Ziva's number, she picked it up on the second
ring.

"I don't care what you've found, I'm not coming in till I've had - " Ziva
started, sounding somewhat frustrated

"Are you home yet?" Tony interrupted

"What?"

"Is McGee still with you?"

"I dropped him home, he was falling asleep in - what's wrong?" Ziva asked,
sensing something wasn't right

"Gibbs went to question Ross and Jones without backup, he's not back yet," Tony
relayed

"Tony, I'm sure he can take care of - "

"He left almost four hours ago," Tony interrupted

"I'm on my way,"

"No, get McGee and go straight to Ross and Jones's place, you're wasting time
coming back to the office," Tony interrupted

******

Gibbs slowly came round, his head felt like it had been repeatedly runover with
a steamroller. He groaned and opened his eyes, then decided it was a bad idea
when bright light blinded him, making his head pound even more.

Suddenly he heard a loud clanging noise behind him. Trying to be prepared for
anything, Gibbs turned to the sound and squinted. He quickly noticed that he was
in some kind of cell, it looked official, the same set up as the local police
stations. A guard was walking along them and was dragging his baton along the
bars, calling everyone to get up.

The guard stopped at his cell and looked at him with disgust, then threw him a
pair of orange overalls, "Get dressed, we're leaving early today, no time for
breakfast,"

Gibbs frowned and shouted at his retreating back, "Wait! Where am I?"

The guard continued walking, ignoring him. Gibbs frowned and looked around the
cell again, there was nothing to tell him how he'd gotten here or where `here'
was. Sighing in frustration, he picked up the orange overalls and read the words
scrawled on the back; `Department of Corrections'.

"What?!" Gibbs murmured

Everything certainly looked official, but... he couldn't have been.... Gibbs's
brow furrowed in concentration. The last thing he could remember, he was
confronting Ross and Jones... then they'd overpowered him. But how had he gone
from almost certain death at their hands to being arrested?

Gibbs closed his eyes and lay back on the ground. His body was screaming at him
in pain and his headache had only got worse from thinking too hard. He felt
himself drifting, even as he still tried to figure out what'd happened.

"Hey!" a voice came through the blur, "I said get dressed!"

Gibbs opened his eyes again and focussed on the guard, "What happened? Where am
I?"

"Look, we don't have time for this. The bus leaves in 20 minutes," the guard
said inpatiently, "Get dressed now!"

"Hey! I'm a federal agent. I don't know what's going on here, but - "

"Mmm, yeah, federal agent, that's what they said you'd say. Well Mr. Federal
agent, this is the deal, you've been arrested for high treason and several
murders - "

"What?!" suddenly forgetting the discomfort of his body, Gibbs got up and glared
at the guard, "I did no such thing! What the hell are you talking about?! - "

"Apparently it's classified, above my pay grade," the guard interrupted, "What I
do know is that you're going along for a very long time. I suggest you get
dressed, bus for Gitmo leaves in - "

"Gitmo?" Gibbs interrupted

"Get dressed, or we'll do it for you," the guard said, then left

Suddenly his headache grew exponentially, he'd been set up. Ross and Jones
somehow had managed to get him arrested for - "Bastards!" Gibbs snapped. They
were both cops and must've decided this was the easiest way of dealing with him,
and no doubt they wouldn't have left a paper trail to link them to the arrest...
well, he wasn't going to go that easily.

When the guard came back, Gibbs still hadn't moved. "Last chance," the guard
pressed. Gibbs looked at the man calmly, but didn't move a muscle.

"Okay," the guard said, then called over two other guards, "Let's do this the
hard way,"

The door to his cell opened and the guards stepped in. Gibbs wasted no time, as
soon as they entered his cell, he attacked them, kicking the first in the
stomach and getting the man's baton at the same time. The other two guards drew
their batons and advanced on him.

The next few minutes passed in a blur, but he was outnumbered from the beginning
and was still injured from Ross and Jones's assault on him earlier. He traded
blows with the guards, but they eventually got the better of him and knocked him
out. He welcomed the darkness, as he could forget about his injuries and
everything made sense there.