Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to Bellisario; DA belongs to Cameron.
Author's Note: I've been dying to read some NCIS/DA crossover. I still haven't found any elsewhere, so I bit the bullet and wrote a little of my own (emphasis on "little". this is pretty much drabble-sized.) Please let me know what you think.
"Jethro, are you certain you ought to-"
"I'm fine, Duck."
It wasn't entirely untrue. Some said Gibbs was never happier than when he was in his element.
Having a routine investigation interrupted by an assassination attempt did not make Gibbs 'happy'. But fewer frightened faces turned Gibbs' way as he strode down the corridor towards Interrogation 2, now that they had a suspect in custody, than when Gibbs and his team had first returned from Texas.
The fact that the assassination attempt had been on one of Gibbs' own people…
Was undoubtedly why there were few faces wandering around the corridor, frightened or otherwise.
Word was Dinozzo would pull through - and probably be back on duty in no time. But that made little difference. Gibbs' attitude towards his team members was legendary. If the kid they'd picked up in Lubbock had been the one to make DiNozzo bleed…
Gibbs walked into the interrogation room and slammed the door behind him. His steady hands and calm pace only emphasized the violence of the action, and the matching violence in Gibbs' eyes.
Gibbs took a seat across from the young man cuffed and sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He dropped the photos in his hand and let them spill across the tabletop between them. The top two photos were of the sniper rifle that had nearly taken DiNozzo down.
"So…let's take it from the top. With you telling me where you learned how to fire one of those."
Cold blue eyes rose and met Gibbs' own, and Gibbs got the sinking feeling that he was dealing with more than just an angry farm boy with a grudge.
When his suspect said nothing, Gibbs sighed, throwing an uncharacteristic glance at the glass standing between him and the observation booth.
So much for doing things the quick and easy way.
"Fine. We'll go through the motions. Name?"
The suspect silently stared. Something in his gaze flickered for a moment, and then was gone.
Finally, he spoke.
"Adam Thompson," he said.
Despite the file sitting right in front of him, Gibbs felt certain he wasn't the only one in the room who didn't believe it.