Chapter 4
Some song is playing on the radio, Anton looks in his rear-view mirror a white escalade follows him.
Anton guns a red light and sees the escalade do the same.
"Damn."
He accelerates then takes a quick right and stops in the street, he gets out of his car.
The white escalade comes racing around the corner, the windows are lowered and guns are aimed at him.
Anton ducks behind his car and upholsters his Sig, just in time.
Submachine gun fire is clattering in the side of his car.
The escalade suddenly drives off.
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Anton enters NCIS headquarters with a foul look on his face.
"What's wrong with my little agent?" Ziva asks
"My car has been shot up."
"I don't understand the relation you men have with your car!"
"No It's not the car I'm pissed about I'm not used to getting shot at."
"Stay around long enough and you will actually get used to it." Gibbs says.
"No boss! Not by some kids with paintball guns, I'm talking drive by shooting!"
"What!? Why didn't you say so probie?"
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"After some searching I've got over three hundred hits, sorry probie no phun intended." McGee says.
the phone rings, Gibbs picks it up. "Stop your investigation of the dead petty-officer! Or you and your team will be putting yourself in danger!"*click*
"Probie where is your car now?!"
"Hey boss, do you feel sorry for the probie ‘cus when my car got.."
"Shove it DiNozzo! Probie where is your car?!"
"Euhm, I had it towed to my home."
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"What you have for me Abbs?" Gibbs says as he walks into the NCIS garage.
"A really pissed probie and a mother load of lead."
"Halve, how did you and McGee fare with the SUV's?"
"Well we've narrowed it down to about 4 all owned by the same guy."
*Slap*"Why isn't he in my interrogation room jet?"
"On it boss."
"Take Ziva with you!"
Anton sprints towards the elevator but realises himself something so he turns around.
Car keys come flying at his head, he grabs them in mid-air.
"Nice catch Halve!"
"Thanks boss."
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"I'm driving, you navigate!" Ziva says as she snatches the keys from his hand."
"Hey! cut me some slack my car just got shot!"
"No slack unless you solve the case."
"Hey Ziva, who where you chasing when you where shot?"
"I wasn't chasing I was being chased. Yes?"
"Ow, can you remember what happened precisely?"
"I was going to join you at the crime scene of this petty-officer. when this black limousine rammed me into the tree. I tried to get out and defend myself, I wouldn't have made it if Tony and Tim hadn't shown up."
"Shit! This is about the rape of that petty-officer! Step on it Ziva!"
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As they arrive at a huge mansion, "This is it! the Sopranos estate."
"They sure have a big house, don't you think."
"Thats ‘cus there mafia Ziva, Italian and very rich, Duh!"
"Tony is rich, and he is Italian. Does that make him mafia?"
"No it doesn't but being rich and named Soprano does!"
Ziva and Anton exit the car, "So how do we get in there to take him in for questioning? do you knock or something?" Anton asks.
"Take the easy way." Ziva says as she shoots at the lock of the gate.
*Bark! Bark!*
Two Big German Sheppards rush to the gate and growl aggressively at Ziva and Anton.
"Watch out with those Germans they can be dangerous." Ziva whispers.
"Na there harmless, you just need to know how to control them."
Anton gently taps one of the dogs on its nose, *kay kay kay* the dogs leave as quick as they came.
He opens the gate for Ziva, "After you Milady!"
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As they finally reach the front door, Anton draws his weapon and aims for the lock Ziva stops him.
"Don't shoot the lock, just pick it."
"Yea right, don't we need like a judge to sign a court order or something?" "No we don't, you don't need a warrant when the door is already open."
Ziva opens the door and draws her weapon.
"You take right, I'll go left."
"Sure Ziva."Anton whispers.
From a big lazy chair, a spiral of smoke rises a thick hairy arm comes up and switches channels
"Anthony is that you?" the man in the chair asks.
"No mister soprano my name is Special Agent Anton Halve, put your hands where i can see him!"
"Don't think so kiddo!" a man with an AK-47 says as he pokes the barrel in Anton's back.
*Bang!*
*Bang!*
The barrel no longer points at Anton's back.
"I think so fatty!"
"Thank god Ziva, he probably would have shot me!"
"Thank me later, the boss wants this hairy fat Italian."
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Gibbs enters interrogation 1 with a note pad and a cup of coffee
"Why do you shoot at people?"
"Dunno, if they annoy me, if they are rude or just for the f*ck of it."
Gibbs slams on the table and nearly spills some coffee.
"Why do you shoot at my people?!"
"Well let me see, they annoy me with there investigation and they where kinda rude killing Pauly."
A knock on the door and a man in a suit enters, "Sir I must demand you charge my client with something or release him!"
"I ain't done with you navy cops jet!"
Tony Soprano leaves with a big smile on his face.
"Who the hell let that lawyer in?!" Gibbs says looking pissed at the double glass.
"I did Jethro..."Jenny says as she walks into interrogation 1.
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