Title: Till Death Do Us Part
Author: Rednetra
Permission to archive: Sure why not
Genre: Slash
Pairing/Characters: Tony/Gibbs, Tim/Ziva/Abby
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Warnings:
Notes: OK please have read No More Sick Days as well as And Jenny
Makes 3.
Acknowledgments: Ok i would love to Thank G and BC and Matt and a
few
people from my LJ. I would also like to thank G for the great smut
in this fic.
Also sorry to the list for not posting corecct last part. i did not
lable the subject correct.
Gibbs, Tony, and Tim pulled up to a rundown apartment building. They
got out of the car and got ready for the bust-in to the apartment.
Gibbs was on the right, Tim was on the left and Tony was behind them.
Gibbs counted down on his hand: one, two, three, and Tim pushed in
the door with his foot, got out of the way, and Tony stormed in the
room.
"Clear."
Then rest of the team went from room to room, looking for him.
"Nothing, Boss."
Gibbs, now with latex gloves on, looked around the room.
"McGee, what's this?" Gibbs was pointing to a laptop computer with a
pile of CDs next to it.
Tim sat down and started looking at the hard drive. The first movie
that came up was Jenny's sleepover, taken through the front window.
"Son of a bitch!" Tony said, getting himself worked up till he felt a
hand on the small of his back from his lover/boss again.
"Tim, tag and bag all this and get it back to Abby. "
"Got it, Boss."
"Tony, dust this place from top to bottom for prints."
"Got it, Boss."
Tony went and opened his kit and started to dust. He got a few from
all over the place; it took him a few hours. By the time he was done
Fornell and his team had come in.
"I thought we were to share info," the elder FBI agent said, just
getting a glare from Gibbs.
"DiNozzo, what have you got there?"
"Nothing." Tony slipped the last print in his kit and shut it.
"You wouldn't be removing evidence, would you?"
"Thought this was a joint op."
"Yes, with us leading the way."
"Then talk to my lab tech and we might get something."
Gibbs and Tony walked out, leaving them to the place. Tony had also
found a hair which he'd bagged.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ziva, while walking out, was overrun with ten agents asking to go
with her. It had gotten into the grapevine that Gibbs' daughter had
been kidnapped. Even agents that were home, already in bed sleeping,
were there now asking to help find the little girl. Every single one
of them might think Gibbs was a bastard, and yes he was, he always
said that is what the second B was for, but they also knew that he
would be the first one to help out if it was one of their kids, even
if he didn't work for NCIS full time anymore. Hell, they all knew he
would be leading the op even if he didn't work for them at all. They
all needed to help him find his and Tony's little girl. Even the one
agent that always used to preach to both Tony and Gibbs about it not
being right with God was there. At times like this, she also knew
that it wouldn't matter; there was a lost and frightened little girl
out there, and like everyone else knew, Gibbs would be the first to
look for their child.
The ten agents and Ziva pulled up to Gibbs' place.
"Okay, let's spread out. Check all the woods around the house. You
and you come with me; there is this place around the bend that can
hide a car."
The two junior agents and Ziva drove around to the hiding spot which
Ziva had used when they'd sprung the trap on Jen Sheppard. They
didn't park in the dirt but on the side of the road, with lights in
the car to denote that it was an investigation and other cars would
see the red and blue lights.
They got out and Ziva's phone went off.
"David?Yes?Good, tag and bag every leaf?I really don't care?Yes,
expand the search. It would have been stupid for him to only be in
that place?Good."
Ziva and the two other agents took photos of the tire tracks that
were here. There were two different kinds of tire treads. They got
pictures of them both. Also they got a few shoe impressions. Both
looked like a tennis shoe of sorts. After about ten minutes a cop
pulled up. He got out and started to talk to Ziva since even to him
she was the one in charge. She explained what was going on, and he
knew Gibbs; he talked to him all the time, and he was at their
disposal. She did ask if he could stay at Gibbs' house and watch for
anything. He called his sergeant who agreed, having just gotten the
call from Director Morrow and the director of the FBI.
After gathering all they could at this scene, they went back to the
woods and found at least five separate camps, all with some kind of
tripod imprints and a few pieces of trash, but for the most part the
scenes were clear.
"David?Yes, Gibbs, we found a few spots around the woods. We checked
as far as half a mile into the back and sides?Yes, we have tripod
marks but that is about all?.Yes, the local LEO are staking out your
house?Good. We're on the way. I'm leaving a few agents in the house
as well and processing your yard?Yes, I will let him out before I go?
Be there in forty-five."
Ziva hung up the phone and let out Tramp. The other agents were now
processing the porch and things around the house. She put Tramp back
in the house and drove back to NCIS HQ. When she got there she was
surprised to see the amount of people working throughout the
building. It was almost midnight and it should have been almost dead
in the office.
Ziva was met by Tony coming out of Abby's lab about to vomit. They
were watching the videos that they had found at Chip's apartment.
Some of them were of the men having sex, and Tony couldn't stand to
watch. Not because he didn't want to but because someone else had
been watching them and taping them.
"You okay, Tony?"
"No, I'm not okay. This sicko was filming our private lives, things
no one else should ever get to see."
Gibbs came out to find them both in the hall. Tony was leaned up
agent the wall, bent over, trying to catch his breath and holding
back his stomach contents.
"What?" Gibbs barked at Ziva.
"We have photos of tire treads. One looks like the one at the
kidnapping scene, and the other, not so sure. I have agents going
over the outside of your house, and I have local LEO staking out your
house. I left one agent in your house if anyone calls, but I have a
feeling if they do it will be a cell phone number."
"Okay, get upstairs and go over his financial records. They should
have them downloaded, and McGee is going over phone calls to and from
the house."
"Yes, Boss." Ziva patted Tony's back, then left.
"Honey, you okay?" Gibbs asked, rubbing his lover's back.
"No, I'm not okay. Our little girl has been kidnapped by some sick
fuck to get back at us. He was filming us making love and only the
videos know what else. Boss-"
And Tony couldn't say anymore with all too familiar lips planted on
his. Tony tried to stop his lover from kissing him, but he needed
this and wanted to feel again. The only reason he hadn't gone up and
gotten Matt from Morrow was because he needed to do something ?
SOMETHING - to find their little girl. Tony then fell into the kiss,
pulling Gibbs closer to him, Gibbs pulling him closer to him as well.
Tongues played hockey for superiority in the other's mouth. They were
like that for what seemed like an eternity when Gibbs' phone went
off.
"Gibbs?Okay, we'll be right up." Gibbs hung up the phone. "Ziva and
Tim found something."
Both men ran up the stairs, bypassing the elevator. Gibbs was shocked
to see how many other agents were up there working with the local law
enforcement, FBI and CIS for tips for anything. They had released an
Amber Alert with a pic that Ziva had brought back from the house.
"What have you got?"
"Nothing, Boss."
"WHAT?"
"No, Gibbs, nothing, that is what we have. No calls in and no calls
out. Also nothing in his bank accounts. The last time he used his
account was before the trial."
"Then who's giving him money to pay the rent on his place, and how is
he talking to this someone?"
"We have the FBI looking into getting a cell phone for us, but right
now we have to wait till they get back to us," McGee said.
"It's about 0200 hours now. When will they have it?" Tony asked.
"They're hoping by as early as sunrise."
"Damn it!"
Gibbs hit his hand against the desk next to him, which just happened
to be his. Then they noticed that the director was walking down the
stairs holding a crying infant. Both fathers changed gears and now
went into protector mode. Gibbs took Matt, who stopped crying the
moment he was in Gibbs' arms. Tony wished he would hold him that way;
right then he needed to feel something.
"Thanks, Tom."
"Jethro, we have all off-duty agents canvassing within a two-mile
radius of his house and we're pulling traffic cam footage from the
past week. They only keep a week at a time. I would say GO home and
get sleep, but I know that neither of you will, so Jimmy set
something up in Autopsy for Matt to sleep in." Matt was already
sleeping in his father's arms.
"No, I just can't have him sleeping in there. It weirds me out."
"It's okay, DiNozzo."
"No, I'm with him. We'll hold him for now, and if we have to, we set
something up in Abby's lab."
"Well, if you need anything, let me know. I have to make a call to
the SecNav and bring him up to speed. He did tell me to inform the
both of you of his support."
"Thank you, Tom, and thank him as well."
Tom patted Gibbs' shoulder and walked back up the stairs to his
office. Gibbs was now sitting at his deck, with Tony leaning on it,
looking at the two other men in his life, smiling for the first time,
when Abby came bounding up.
"I have something."
Ducky was not far behind. "How is the little tyke doing, Jethro?"
"Fine, Duck. Abby what do you have?"
"This." Abby punched a few things in the computer and a sound wave
graph came up on the monitor.
"Why are we doing this?" Chips voice.
Then a much softer voice that was barely there said something they
couldn't make out.
"Abby, what are we listening for?"
"Listen again." Abby played the sound bite again, but again no one
heard anything.
"No, wait, I think I heard another voice," Ducky said, head cocked to
the side as he listened.
"Correctamundo, Duckman."
"Okay, who is it?"
"Now, Gibbs, you-"
Gibbs glared at her.
"Fine, here." Abby hadn't been trying to make light of it, but she'd
wanted, needed, to make people laugh, otherwise she might break down
and cry.
"Why are we doing this?" Chip's voice.
"They need to pay for what they did," the female voice, a voice Gibbs
knew right away, said.
"That fucking BITCH!" Gibbs stood up and woke up a baby. "Sshhh, it's
okay, go back to sleep." Gibbs rocked him a little, and Matt went
back to sleep.
"Was that-?"
"Yup," Abby confirmed. "Also, you know that stray hair you found,
Tony?"
"Yes, let me guess."
"Right, it's a DNA match for Madame Bitch."
"Damn it. McGee!"
"Already pulling financial records, Boss."
"I'm pulling cell phone records, Gibbs."
Both Tim and Ziva were moving as if it was their own child. To a
point it was. They'd always seen Jenny as a niece. Gibbs handed Matt
to Tony for awhile. They both fell asleep in Tony's chair. Gibbs
stood over his men. He was in protective mode, even if he knew they
were safe from harm. Right then he didn't care. He'd let Jenny down;
he wouldn't do that again.
After two hours and waking a federal judge to get the warrant to
legally search the phone records and the financial records, they
found out that ex-Director Sheppard had two phones and was supporting
Chip. They sent a team of agents over to her last known address, just
to find it rented out to a nice young couple who'd just been married
not so long ago. They'd been there for a little over six months.
"I have something," Ziva said.
She startled Tony, waking him up. He almost fell out of his chair and
would have if not for Gibbs catching him.
"Thanks, Boss, sorry for falling."
Gibbs stopped his words not with a kiss but with his finger on his
lips.
"What?"
"A change for her credit card twelve hours ago."
"Where?"
"Motel 6 off of Beaker Street."
"Let's go," Gibbs said to Tim and Ziva.
"What about me?"
"No, you're staying here."
"The hell I am. No, I'm with you on this."
"No, you're staying put and watching Matt."
"No, don't do this to me, Jethro. I need to be there."
Gibbs was trying to glare at Tony, who was matching him glare-for-
glare.
"Fine, give Matt to Abby and meet us at the truck."
Tony ran and met Abby in the elevator. Tony made it to the truck, and
they pulled out. They pulled up to the motel. They had informed
Fornell on the way there. The agents he'd had on hand at NCIS were
following, though they weren't able to keep up with Gibbs' driving.
They got to the room that was charged after talking to the night
clerk. They found the car and Ziva arranged for it to be picked up.
She stayed back. Tim made her stay back, as did Tony and Gibbs since
she was due soon.
They got in position, burst in the door and found a dead Chip on the
floor. They also found a silencer lying next to him. Tony and Tim
cleared the rest of the place, not that it was large, just a bathroom
besides the main room.
"Damn it, what the fuck?"
"He became a liability."
"Get Ducky over here and have him-" Gibbs' phone went off.
"Yes, Abby."
"Boss, you'll never believe this."
"Not in the mood, Abby, I ? AM ? NOT."
"No, you know that hair that you found at Chip's apartment?"
"Yes."
"You will never guess whose it was."
"The director's. You've already told us this, Abby."
"You're only half correct."
"Abby, do NOT make me say a happy word right now," Gibbs growled
warningly.
"Boss, it was Chip's sister, and yes, it was the former Director."
Chapter End Notes:
OK please have read No More Sick Days as well as And Jenny Makes 3.
Ok i would love to Thank G and BC and a few others
that will remain nameless for prereading this and letting me know
what they liked about it.
Ok i would love to Thank G and BC and a few others
that will remain nameless for prereading this and letting me know
what they liked about it.