Offbeat Questioning
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/NCIS crossover (also DMC because the Redgrave thing => different halloween. not much impact yet on the main story.)
Summary: The NCIS investigators, Xander, and two of his 'agents' go to ask a few questions.
Word Count: 740
Rating: Gen
“We’re going to talk to the warehouse owners,” Gibbs discloses with a quick gesture toward the nearest property with actual occupants.
Redgrave sighs. “Yeah, okay. The Safar twins, with me and the NCIS folks. The rest of you, put everything that you’ve gathered in the nice NCIS vehicle and call a cab. You’ll be following a lead tonight, so make sure you’re rested up.” He drops the good-natured act to glare at them all. “If I hear one peep about a movie or TV marathon, your privileges will be dropped and you’ll be shipped back to Willow. Which, trust me, you don’t want. And then you’ll be replaced by a team that can do their job properly. Do I make myself clear?”
“No,” Sierra answers cheekily, having recovered sufficiently from her newbie jitters.
“Then I can’t arrest you!” Given the different voice he uses, it’s probably some sort of reference to a movie Gibbs hasn’t seen. What’s slightly surprising is that, given DiNozzo’s frown, he hasn’t seen it either. Even more surprising is when Redgrave’s female Agents all laugh. “Seriously, though, go back to base, get some shut-eye. That is an order.”
“Sir Yes Sir, Sergeant Fury!” they say in unison and salute. The salutes are actually military and not half-assed. What is this group, that they’ve taken a bunch of barely legal women and made them soldiers? And then they immediately walk back to the car with the evidence that has been gathered, several of them stopping to say goodbye to Ducky, and one of them begins dialing the number for a cab as two of them start bickering about who gets which bunk.
“Don’t think about it too much. Therein lies madness and melted brains,” Redgrave advises matter-of-factly, and a quick glance reveals his grin doesn’t match his all too serious eye as the man quickly falls in step with the other investigators.
There’s only a production supervisor on site, and he blusters a lot and lies a little about not having seen anything in the alley. Gibbs’ gut is telling him that while this man might not be the criminal, he definitely knows something, but for the moment they don’t have a search warrant or a warrant. By the way the ISWC Agents are treating him, soft and gentle but for the cold, searching glances, he’s not alone in that assessment. Still, he turns a blind eye when one of Redgrave’s hands blatantly, quickly reaches out and snatches what looks like an odd paperweight from the man’s desk. No one else seems to have noticed the theft, after all, and it’s better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.
He then goes on to ask, “Hey, so what’s the night life around here?”
The man frowns, confused, and glances at Gibbs, who just waves the concern away, curious as to where his supposed ally is going with this line of questioning. A few night clubs are listed—“The Bridge, Frontier, Club Ragdoll,” but after some gentle prodding the supervisor doesn’t come up with anything to add to answer Redgrave’s admittedly vague questions, and the ISWC agent’s attention wanders.
He stands up and walks around the desk, ignoring the rest of the statement, and the man starts to splutter. “You can’t be back there!” At some point, Redgrave’s Agents had come between the two, but it wasn’t like they were even physically restraining him. They were just in the way.
“Badge says I can,” Redgrave responds placidly, flashing one quickly before pocketing it again, and points at the wall, calming the official down slightly. At least he’s not going for the desk or filing cabinets. “That map. What’s it of?”
“I think it’s of the city one of the founders is from or something, but please don’t touch it; you really should be asking them these questions…” the man answers, bewildered once again and pleading just a little.
“We will, once we find them,” he promises. Redgrave bounces a little on his heels even when he stretches his arms, long and slow. “Well, I’m done. I’ll be out by the car.” And he just walks out of the office.
Gibbs mentally chuckles as the supervisor turns to him, stunned. The twins do so out loud. “Different agency. Now, you wouldn’t happen to have any of the records from the day the Marine went missing, would you? That’d be sometime between one o’clock and midnight on the day in question.”
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/NCIS crossover (also DMC because the Redgrave thing => different halloween. not much impact yet on the main story.)
Summary: The NCIS investigators, Xander, and two of his 'agents' go to ask a few questions.
Word Count: 740
Rating: Gen
“We’re going to talk to the warehouse owners,” Gibbs discloses with a quick gesture toward the nearest property with actual occupants.
Redgrave sighs. “Yeah, okay. The Safar twins, with me and the NCIS folks. The rest of you, put everything that you’ve gathered in the nice NCIS vehicle and call a cab. You’ll be following a lead tonight, so make sure you’re rested up.” He drops the good-natured act to glare at them all. “If I hear one peep about a movie or TV marathon, your privileges will be dropped and you’ll be shipped back to Willow. Which, trust me, you don’t want. And then you’ll be replaced by a team that can do their job properly. Do I make myself clear?”
“No,” Sierra answers cheekily, having recovered sufficiently from her newbie jitters.
“Then I can’t arrest you!” Given the different voice he uses, it’s probably some sort of reference to a movie Gibbs hasn’t seen. What’s slightly surprising is that, given DiNozzo’s frown, he hasn’t seen it either. Even more surprising is when Redgrave’s female Agents all laugh. “Seriously, though, go back to base, get some shut-eye. That is an order.”
“Sir Yes Sir, Sergeant Fury!” they say in unison and salute. The salutes are actually military and not half-assed. What is this group, that they’ve taken a bunch of barely legal women and made them soldiers? And then they immediately walk back to the car with the evidence that has been gathered, several of them stopping to say goodbye to Ducky, and one of them begins dialing the number for a cab as two of them start bickering about who gets which bunk.
“Don’t think about it too much. Therein lies madness and melted brains,” Redgrave advises matter-of-factly, and a quick glance reveals his grin doesn’t match his all too serious eye as the man quickly falls in step with the other investigators.
There’s only a production supervisor on site, and he blusters a lot and lies a little about not having seen anything in the alley. Gibbs’ gut is telling him that while this man might not be the criminal, he definitely knows something, but for the moment they don’t have a search warrant or a warrant. By the way the ISWC Agents are treating him, soft and gentle but for the cold, searching glances, he’s not alone in that assessment. Still, he turns a blind eye when one of Redgrave’s hands blatantly, quickly reaches out and snatches what looks like an odd paperweight from the man’s desk. No one else seems to have noticed the theft, after all, and it’s better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.
He then goes on to ask, “Hey, so what’s the night life around here?”
The man frowns, confused, and glances at Gibbs, who just waves the concern away, curious as to where his supposed ally is going with this line of questioning. A few night clubs are listed—“The Bridge, Frontier, Club Ragdoll,” but after some gentle prodding the supervisor doesn’t come up with anything to add to answer Redgrave’s admittedly vague questions, and the ISWC agent’s attention wanders.
He stands up and walks around the desk, ignoring the rest of the statement, and the man starts to splutter. “You can’t be back there!” At some point, Redgrave’s Agents had come between the two, but it wasn’t like they were even physically restraining him. They were just in the way.
“Badge says I can,” Redgrave responds placidly, flashing one quickly before pocketing it again, and points at the wall, calming the official down slightly. At least he’s not going for the desk or filing cabinets. “That map. What’s it of?”
“I think it’s of the city one of the founders is from or something, but please don’t touch it; you really should be asking them these questions…” the man answers, bewildered once again and pleading just a little.
“We will, once we find them,” he promises. Redgrave bounces a little on his heels even when he stretches his arms, long and slow. “Well, I’m done. I’ll be out by the car.” And he just walks out of the office.
Gibbs mentally chuckles as the supervisor turns to him, stunned. The twins do so out loud. “Different agency. Now, you wouldn’t happen to have any of the records from the day the Marine went missing, would you? That’d be sometime between one o’clock and midnight on the day in question.”
