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.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Gibbs, through an unusual set of circumstances, finds himself in prison
Chapter End Notes:
Okay, been meaning to upload this ch for a while, but was having trouble with the site, but think i've figured it out now.
Anywho, awesome reviews! Keep 'em coming!
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