Got Your Number--a Person of Interest/NCIS crossover

Character References

"No, he was CIA, or used to be." Ziva insisted, sitting on the back end of the ambulance, wincing as a paramedic bandaged up her head. "I recognize the technique."

"Not usual for a spook to go solo," mused Gibbs, looking back at the apartment. "If he was still with the agency, should have had at least two other to back him up.

Ziva nodded. "He said he was no longer working with the CIA. A rogue agent."

Gibbs let out a little huff. "Still doesn't explain what he'd want with Abs. Took a big risk coming back to the crime scene, he must've been looking for something."

"The webcam," suggested Ziva. "It's not anywhere inside, is it?"

"No, nor his gun." Gibbs passed a hand over his face. "Picked up some prints, but if this guy is from the CIA that's not going to do jack squat."

Ziva was staring at the ground. "I am sorry, Gibbs. That webcam was our greatest lead, and now, thanks to me, we have lost it."

Turning to face her, Gibbs gave a little shake of his head. "Our greatest lead was that phonecall to headquarters. The webcam probably had more to do with Raburn than with 'Stills,' and Stills is the one we need to focus on. Thanks to you, we know he's ex-CIA." Gibbs lightly clapped her on the arm. "Good work."

She snorted, but was unable to completely hide the glow of pride that Gibbs' words brought out. "He still beat me."

"Considering he had the advantage of surprise and intel, I'd say you did pretty well." Gibbs assured her. "There's always a next time. In the meantime, you need to rest."

"I don't need paramedics," snapped Ziva. "He barely touched me. This whole affair is a waste of time, we should be out there looking for him!"

"Ziva. Rest." Gibbs ordered.

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"According to the front desk, our guy checked out four hotel rooms," reported McGee, walking up to Tony. They were standing in the hallway of the hotel, with a small army of police officers coming in and out of the suspect rooms. "Left soon after, but someone kept ordering room service." He handed over a sheaf of files. "I got the receipts, but I can tell you right now... the credit numbers are useless. They trace back to a dummy corporation and then disappear."

Tony whistled. "Limitless, untraceable funds," he muttered, looking through the files. "How does a crook have stuff like that when we can't even get a decent meal without a requisition order?"

"At least we know this isn't about ransom." McGee shrugged.

"Given the NCIS pay rate, pretty sure we knew that already." Tony answered, still flipping through the pages. "Well, if the credit's useless, knowing what the guy's digestive system is like isn't going to do a whole lot... for..." Tony's voice trailed off. "Caf-Pow? They serve that here?"

"No, actually," answered McGee, a light smirk on his face. "I noticed that too and talked to the staff—apparently they kept having to go out and grab it on the street. Cost extra, but the cardholder didn't seem to mind."

"With an account like that, I bet not." Tony's forehead wrinkled in thought. "Still. What kind of captor pays extra just to keep his prisoner awake and caffeinated?"