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"Gibbs! Tony! Think we found our perps!"
McGee's voice crackled through Gibbs and Tony's earpieces, and they nodded to each other and started bulling their way through the crowd.
Tony offered quick apologetic looks to anyone he bumped; Gibbs didn't even bother with that, racing toward the entrance before anyone could leave. If anyone else went past that alley before they could get there, McGee and Ziva would probably be close enough to stop any real damage from occurring, but the trio might escape, and that was something no one wanted.
As the floor got less crowded toward the edges, they moved faster, dodging tables and patrons in tandem, until the cool air touched their faces and the friendly bouncer gave Tony a smile and a nod.
"Too stuffy?" He asked innocently, and Tony smiled and waved, managing to make that into whatever answer the man wanted to take. They slowed down, wandering past the alley's entrance all unaware and innocent, lambs to the slaughter.
They lingered, taking their time. Tony leaned slightly on Gibbs and they both grinned the happy grin of the slightly intoxicated. The darkness beyond called for them to gaze, was their bait enticing? Were the men coming closer? Was that slight shift and rustle the noise of a man rubbing slightly against the brick wall as he waited?
Gibbs could spot the three distinct dark shadows of men in black and he scowled, wondering where the hell the other two were. It wasn't like he and Tony couldn't take them down, but it was nice to have the numbers firmly on your side for once.
Tony and Gibbs realised at the same time that their bait wasn't being taken. Apparently the pair looked too strong, too much for the waiting trio. They exchanged a glance, realising what they had to do. Gibbs pushed Tony against the sharp edged bricks, kissing him enthusiastically, but listening for the tell tale steps behind him. There was a slight glow where they stood, the overflow from a street lamp, and it served to illuminate the pair without destroying their night vision.
There. The quiet crunch of a boot from close behind and Gibbs whirled around, breaking his and Tony's embrace. Tony flew off in another direction and their guns were pulled out in unison.
"Freeze! NCIS!" Gibbs shouted, and two of the figures seemed to take this as their cue to fight. The third ran, jumping over a fallen trash bag and out into the night. McGee and Ziva spotted the figure leaving the alley from their van and gave chase, leaving Tony and Gibbs to fend off the others.
Tony's fist flew through the air, knocking the black clad man on the cheek and he stumbled, recovering quickly and dodging the next blow. His foot shot out, aimed at Tony's kneecaps and causing him to jump back to avoid it. Tony moved around him, keeping a wary eye on the man who was still striking out at Tony with determination and power, but not too much skill. Tony darted in and kneed the man in the groin, watching in satisfaction as he crumpled over, moaning loudly. Tony pulled his arms back from their protective cup over himself and cuffed him roughly.
Only then did he take the time to glance over at his lover, who was having a little more trouble with his man. His lip was swollen and bleeding from one corner, but as Tony watched Gibbs shot out a swift uppercut, knocking the man over and cuffed him too.
Tony shot Gibbs a grin, and let him do the honour of reading the men their rights as they dragged them back to a waiting car. McGee and Ziva were already back, a sullen man slumped between them voraciously protesting his innocence.
The team loaded the men into the car, Gibbs giving the grim little smile he always gave after catching someone, whether it was Tony playing a video game during work or a running suspect.
"Right," Tony yawned, stretching his arms above his head and exposing a thin trail of hair in the gap peeking between his shirt and jeans. "Much as I know you love staring at my fabulous sinewy body Ziva, I want to get changed, so adios."
McGee looked slightly smug. "I know that one. Blackadder!"
"Yeah probie, Blackadder." Tony rolled his eyes, and headed for Gibbs' black sedan.
Gibbs frowned. "DiNozzo!"
"Yes Boss?" He turned, still walking only now going backward towards the car.
"Catch." He chucked the keys and Tony's head and followed, leaving McGee and Ziva to bring the van back to NCIS head quarters. McGee looked at the van and gulped, envisioning Ziva driving them back.
He hopped in nonetheless, with an expression like someone about to get on a roller coaster they know is broken. He belted himself in securely, checking it twice.
Ziva laughed at his concerns, turning the key in the ignition and leaving their parking spot with a squeal of tires. McGee clung to the door handle, wincing as Ziva narrowly missed several parked cars and a street lamp.
"You know, we never got to dance."
"We aren't going back to that club, I'm telling you now."
McGee turned to the back of the van in puzzlement. "Damn, we forgot to turn off the microphones…" He eeped as Ziva turned to look, slaloming wildly across the road in the process.
"Come on, they aren't expecting us back at the lab for a while…""And you can't think of anything batter than dancing to do?"
"You have a point."
"Yes Tony. In fact, my idea of better things to do involved that point."
McGee and Ziva choked, Ziva hitting the brakes and sending McGee flying forward.
"Well, that does sound better than dancing."
"Told you."
"Turn it off!" Ziva yelled, McGee fumbling to undo his seatbelt and hurrying to turn off the speakers.
They drove back to NCIS in silence, each preferring not to discuss in any way, shape or form the dialogue they'd just been privy to.
Director Sheppard was waiting by Tony's desk, as possibly the only thing that could make this day any worse for the unlucky agents.
"Where are the others?"
McGee and Ziva looked away, desperately avoiding catching each others or the Director's eyes.
"They wanted to get changed." McGee started.
"Have a shower." Added Ziva.
"Go to be…" McGee stopped, unable to finish that sentence.
"No hitches?" The agents shook their heads, unable to trust their treacherous voices. "Alright. You may all have tomorrow off. Tell Jethro and DiNozzo."
"I'll call Gibbs." Ziva volunteered, and the Director turned to McGee.
"You'll tell DiNozzo then." McGee just nodded, as he wasn't able to think of a way to say the if Gibbs knew, Tony would too.
As the Director walked away, heels clacking sharply on the floor, McGee turned to Ziva.
"What do you think of… that?" He said, hands moving in swirly patterns and apparently supposed to show what 'that' was.
"Gibbs and Tony you mean?" McGee nodded, and Ziva's gaze turned contemplative. "I think it would be incredibly arousing."
There was a thud, and Ziva bent down to see that this last revelation had been one too many, as McGee had fainted.