"Pick me out a suit"

Chapter Ten: Over and Out
15x11:High Tide

*Trigger warning*

This wasnt Isana's first undercover mission, this was her first time being undercover with Nick However, all she had to do was get onto the boat and clone the guys phone while pretending to be a sex worker which wasnt ideal but something she could do.

" Door's open." The guy says and Isana slides the door open, there she stands in fishnets and a small black dress. Her hair was straightened, makeup dark with a red lip and a black choker adorned her neck. She had silver hoop earrings on and black stilettos and a black handbag to match. In other words she was hot, with an extra t. The look on the guy's face didn't go unnoticed either.

"Wow. Happy birthday to me."

"Call for a date?" she throws her purse to the side and it lands on the couch, he begins roaming his hands all over her body.  Mm-mm."One hour, cash up-front. Then we talk about your birthday." She moves his hands away.

"We're done talking. Why don't you give the birthday boy a kiss? Huh?"

" Okay, well, why don't we start with a drink, huh?" She suggest as he gets handsy again.

" Well, I've been drinking all day. What I could use is a massage."

"How about a broken jaw instead, huh?" Nick appears in the doorway.

" Uh Who the hell are you?"

"Uh, nobody-- what are you doing here, Luis?" Isana argues, her accent was jersey and thick.

" What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!"

"I'm workin'" She argues again

"Wait, you know this guy?"

" Yeah, I'm her boyfriend."

"No-- he's my ex boyfriend." Isana sits down on the couch next to the guy.

"Oh, boy."

"Buddy, take a hike. I got to talk to my girl. Charlie, come here." Nick motions for her and the guy steps up.

"Dude, this is my boat. How about you take a hike?"

" Dude. This is not your boat."

"Well, actually, it's a rental."

"Homie, do you realize that now, I have to beat the hell out of you?" they begin arguing as Isana starts cloning the guys phone.

"Wait, wait, hold on. I-I didn't even touch your girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Whatever. Uh Here. Money, okay? Here, take it, and get out of here, both of you. I don't want any problems." The guy places money on the table and Isana takes it.

"Charlie, come here. Charlie! No. Charlie, don't walk away from me. Come on, just give me another chance."

" Cool it, De Niro, we're out of earshot." Isana mutters as Nick keeps playing.

"Charlie. I need you, Charlie. I need you." Isana just glares at Nick before opening the laptop, they are sitting in the van now a few feet away from the dock.

"All right.Uploading Turner's cell phone. McGee, you getting this?"

" So far, so good. It should just take a minute, boss."

"Any problems?" Gibbs asks.

"Well, aside from Ana almost blowing up our cover, no, we're pretty good."

Isana scoffs "Excuse me?"

" You shouldn't have slapped his hand away."

"I don't give out free samples. I got three kids to feed, and a sick Nana in Boca." Isana puts on her thick jersey accent again, and Nick just blinks. "What? You told me to have a backstory.That's my backstory."

"No, that's actually, that's actually pretty good."

"Thank you." she smiles

"What's wrong with Nana?"

"Shingles."

"Condolences." Gibbs clears his throat.

"All right, upload is complete.I have mirrored Turner's cell, so that we should be able to listen in on any calls he makes."

"I thought we were bringing him in. We got a thousand grams of fentanyl being smuggled onto the base every month. Families are being torn apart. SECNAV wants it stopped."

"Director, uh, Jared Turner is just a street dealer. Uh, the better play here is to tail him." Nick explains.

"Find out where he's getting the drugs from."

"All we know right now is that they're being smuggled in from Norfolk's civilian marina." Isana says.

"Actually, we may know something else. Turner's getting a text." Mcgee explains.

"From who?"

" No idea. It's a burn phone. But the message is a heads-up. It says someone's coming to buy drugs, but the sender wants Turner to put a bullet in their head, instead."

"So if we intervene, we-we blow our op. So I'm assuming..."

" Intervene. Can't let a murder happen." Director Vance orders the two pile out of the car.

"Right. Yeah, no. That's totally what I was. Yeah."

"So, how's this gonna go down? I take the stern, you take the bow?"

"No. We do the Torres Triple Play."

Isana sighs and rolls her "No, please, not another undercover story."

"I was in midtown, working undercover at a clock factory.." before long they are blown back by an explosion.

Isana can fill her ears ringing not to mention her lungs were on fire and also Nick was heavy as hell, he was on top of her and she rolls herself so now she is on top of him, when another explosion happens she shields his body with hers and for a while the world doesn't seem to exist just the two of them laying there together holding on for life.

//

Torres suggested they lay low, until he could contact them in person, them being the team. The pair decided to meet up with Gibbs at his diner he liked. They enter covered in soot and ash and a few scrapes and slide into the booth as Gibbs is sipping his coffee.

"Rough night?"

" Gibbs, I know protocol says, uh, we should've reported in."

"Which I reminded him of a dozen times.  Two dozen times." Isana says as Nick rolls his eyes.

"But when an op goes sideways like that, you stay down until you know which end is up."

"And he calls that bit of wisdom the Torres Two-Step"  Isana mutters, annoyed with Nick as Gibbs just smirks.

."You done?"

" Well, looks like I didn't miss much. Sorry I'm late. I, uh, got stuck on the Hill."

"Director?"Isana nods to the man.

" I'm here for a sitrep. And since the mountain won't come to Muhammad What happened?"

" I don't know.We were walking towards the boat, and then

" The next we knew, we were flat on our asses." Isana finishes

" Slipped away from the base, found a spot to hole up. Spent the whole night, uh, searching Jared Turner's cell phone."

"We know where he's getting his drugs from." Isana explains.

"We need to go back in."

"Only place you're going is the hospital." Gibbs explains

"I'm sorry, guys, but we didn't spend two weeks backstopping our identities just just so we can walk away."

"Yeah, Gibbs, we're-we're fine."

"You don't look fine." Gibbs says as Isana rolls her eyes she was annoyed that he was being protective.

"Yeah, and for all we know, you two have been made."

Torres laughs " Okay. Oh. Oh, you're serious. I don't get made, Director. With all due respect."

" And Gibbs just told you to report to the hospital.

" Yeah, but..."

" All due respect." Vance interrupts as Isana nods.

"All right. Let's go, Muhammad"  She sasses to Torres they slide out of booth and leave.

//

"And then he left me at the hospital, while he went back in alone to restart our investigation." Isana was firing the gun into a bullet chamber for Abby back at the lab.

"Okay, you know what? We are good. Mm-hmm. Thank you for all of your help. I-I actually, uh already had enough bullets to confirm that that is our murder weapon." Abby takes the gun away from her quickly.

"Sorry. I'm just pissed."

"Couldn't tell. Look, I'm sure that Torres feels terrible about what he did."

"Ooh, I'm the man. The director just approved." Torres enters Abby's lab bragging.

Isana walks out and shoves past Nick.

" Be glad I took the gun." Abby tells him.

"Yo, yo, yo, yo, Ana! Hold on, hold on."

"Oh, now you have time for me, Nicky?"

" Something wrong?"

" Yeah. I thought we were a team." Isana yells as Nick is taken aback she never yelled.

"We are. But I saw an opportunity, so I took it."

"Well, that wasn't really your decision to make." Isana argues. 

"It was better that you didn't know."

" Oh, really? Better for who, Nick?" She yells again turning to leave.  he grabs her arm 

"Look, maybe I screwed up.But when you're undercover, things move fast, and you're forced to do things that you normally wouldn't do. And you do it because because it feels right, because you're in the zone, because you just have to. And at the end of the day, that's how you stay alive."

"Did you just Mansplain undercover work to me really?"

Before he could reply, the  sound of a camera snapping and a flash happens, they look over to see Abby with her polaroid camera. "Just wanted to capture the moment. And to tell you that the gun our divers found is, in fact, the gun that killed Jared Turner."

"Any luck I.D. 'ing the owner?" Isana asks.

"Well, you know the serial number was filed off the gun, but you also know"

" That you're a genius?" Nick speaks up as Abby smiles.

" Thanks. I didn't want to have to say it myself. So, earlier this morning, I tried this new technique. It's called electron backscatter diffraction, and it images, like, individual atoms...... how much technobabble do you want to hear?"

" Is zero an option?" Nick replies. 

Abby nods. " Yes. Our murder weapon is registered to Denise Mancuso. She's a science teacher on the base."

"She looks more like a band camp than a badass." Torres mutters as Isana rolls her eyes. 

"Now, I also have an address."

"All right, well, send it to McGee. Nicky and I have to go sell some dope."

//

Isana and Torres were walking into a fish bait shop, the guy who sold the yacht to that one kid was there asking about Mitchell the clerk and the front desk tells him that Mitchell isnt there. The yacht guy is pissed he leaves and Isana and Nick approach the counter Nick has his arm around Isana's neck. Isana looks different. She has on plum colored lipstick and big gold hoop earrings, her hair is straightened and pulled into a ponytail, the shirt she is wearing is showing her bra, which is black and lace the top of it hangs out of the collar of the shirt a bit.she was wearing a jean skirt with black fishnets underneath a sweatshirt and a jean jacket.

"What up, what up? So, where is Mitchell, really?" Nick asks.

" Let me guess. You're the new guys?"

" And you are?" Isana asks

" Donnie. Mitchell's assistant. He's in the back. Go wait by that door. I'll let you know when he's ready." Isana walks back and stands at the door Nick goes to follow.

"No, not you. Just her. You already had your interview."

"Wherever she goes, I go."

"It's okay, baby. I'll be fine. Why don't you pick out a new suit for me while you're waiting." She kisses his lips and he feels a fire shoot through his body. She blows him a kiss as she walks through the door.

"Any day now." Isana was annoyed that she had been standing at the door for ten minutes.

"Door's open."

She steps into a room seeing a guy with dark black hair, he leans back in his chair staring at her. "So, you wanted to talk to me, or just stare at me like an idiot?"

He chuckles. "Feisty. I see why he likes you."

"Yeah, well, I'm a very likable person. I'm glad that's settled. We done now?"

" No. This is a job interview."

Isana furrows her brows. "I thought I already had the job."

"Your boyfriend vouched for you, yeah. And I had him checked out-- he's the real deal. But, uh I need to see what you got for myself. Take a seat."

She rolls her eyes and takes a seat. "Okay. So am I filling out a W-2?"

" Not quite. Anyone who works for me has got to understand two things." he walks over to a person in a chair he pulls the sheet from off their head. " One, I'm 100% loyal to my crew. And two I expect the same thing in return. Don't I, Frankie?" He runs a finger across the woman's face.

" I swear I just went to the yacht trying to score."

"You shot my best earner."

"Jared pulled a gun on me. He was gonna kill me. What was I supposed to do?"

" Die?" he shrugs. " Like I said, loyalty." He walks over to his desk and opens a drawer. "Your boyfriend proved himself when he returned our stolen property." He pulls a glock out of the drawer and places it on the desk. "Now it's your turn.

Isana just stares harshly between Mitchell and the woman. "In case it wasn't clear, I'd like you to shoot this woman."

"Mitchie, please." the woman cries.

"You want her dead, you shoot her."

"It's simple. You want to work for me, you got to get your hands dirty."

"And if I don't?"

" You don't want to find out." He pulls a gun from the waistband of his pants. "And I don't got all day."

Isna sighs and gets up from her chair.

The woman is trembling. "No."

" Oh. One more thing. Don't miss. There's only one bullet. In case you get any ideas." Isana grabs the gun and aims it at the woman just as the fire alarm starts going off

"What the hell?"

The door opens. "Yo, we got to go. Some kids set off the fire alarm. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I miss something?"

" Just tying up a loose end. Do it."

"Fine. Whatever." Isana goes to shoot the woman and she screams as Nick moves her arm right in time causing her to shoot a roll of paper towels that was sitting on a filing cabinet.

"What are you doing, Luis?"

" What, are you crazy? The base fire department is on its way over. Can't get caught with a dead body."

" We can't get caught with a live one, either." Mitchell argues.

"Come on, man. We're not shooting anyone on base. Think."

"So we take her off base, put a bullet in her head and dump the body." Isana says harshly she just shrugs and Torress looks a bit stunned.

"Um yeah. What she said."

//

Isana loads Frankie the woman into the van that she and Torres drove there. She gets a few ways away before calling Gibbs.

"He was the one who was supplying Jared with drugs."

"Isana, slow down."

"I'm supposed to kill her. Plan is to put a bullet in her head and dump the body."

"Is there a plan B?" Frankie mutters as Isana rolls her eyes at the woman.

" Then I send the photos to Donnie's burn phone to prove I did it."

"You okay, Isana?"

" Oh, I'm better than okay. Who knew dropping bodies could be such a rush."

"Dropping bodies?" Clayton replies

" You know I can hear you, right?" She just waves Frankie off again.

" I forgot about how much fun Undercover work was."

"Get a sitrep on Torres."

"He stayed behind, hasn't seen any drugs yet, but at least he's getting a good workout."

"You're a cop?! You almost shot me!"

" I got to go, Gibbs. Company." She hangs up the phone. " Special Agent Isana Pacheleki, and no, I didn't almost shoot you."

"Really? Then what do you call putting a gun to my head and pulling the trigger?"

" Well, that is what's called the Torres Trick-Fire. See, Agent Torres was working undercover when his partner was ordered to shoot someone. In order to bail him out, he triggered the fire alarm, knocked the gun away at the last second. I knew what he was doing.Your life was never in danger."

"It was a little in danger." Frankie replies as Isana rolls her eyes.

"Well, it doesn't really matter anyway, because I'm still gonna have to kill you."

//

Isana takes Frankie to the Naval yard where Mcgee snaps photos of Frabkie she had a buller wound to her chest and few bruises on her face. Of course it was all fake.

"All right, got it."

"Perfect. I'll send them to Donnie. Nice work, Abbs."

" Thank you. The trick is using real blood. Just kidding. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

"And then?"

" And then you make a statement about the shooting, and hope we believe it was self-defense." Isana explains as Frabkie sits down in the chair.

"But first, we need you to tell us everything you know about the drug ring, starting with who's running it."

"If I was gonna tell you that, we could have just skipped the makeup job."

"Hold that thought." Isana walks over to the elevator where Sloane is.

"You wanted to see me?"

" Yeah. So, we've offered our witness every deal in the book, and she's still not talking. I was hoping since you built a profile on her, you might have some insight?"

" You thought right. With this one, you don't use a carrot. You want to use a stick." she loops arms with Isana and walks back over to the group.

"Look, I told you, I'm not a snitch."

"You sure about that?" Sloane writes the word Snitch on a piece of paper and holds it up to Frankie's chest. She then snaps a photo of it. " Pretty. Okay. Which photo would you like us to send your pal down at the marina? This one or this one? Hmm?" She asks, showing her the photo of her pretending to be dead or the one Sloane just took.

She sighs before telling them everything that she knew. Isana and Mcgee lead her towards the elevator. "You realize I just signed my own death warrant, right?"

" We can protect you."

"You saw these guys. You're playing with fire." She yells as they hand her towards some other agents the elevator dings and the doors close

"Look, don't worry about Torres.He can handle himself." Mcgee says as Isana sighs they walk back over to the bullpen.

"Okay, what do you got?"

"A name. She gave up the ringleader." Isana pulls up the photo of the ring leader.

"Look familiar?"

" The yacht guy." Gibbs says.

"His name is Richard Lane, but we knew that. He makes his living renting out boats at the marina."

"But we didn't know this. He's got an offshore account in the Caymans. Lane is making a lot of cash somehow, and it's not from booze cruises." Isana explains as Mcgee nods.

"We got our guy, boss."

" All right. BOLO."

"Uh, don't need one. Torres just texted. Lane's at the marina. It looks like something's about to go down." Isana explains reading the text to herself.

"All right, grab your gear."

The drive to the marina isnt long 

"Doesn't look like anyone's home." Mcgee says.

"Any word from Torres?" Mcgee starts picking the lock.

"Uh, no. He's gone dark. His last text was 20 minutes ago."

"All right.Isana, cover the front." Mcgee gets the door open.

"What? Me? Hey, what about McGee?" Gibbs gives her a look. " Okay, covering the front."

Isana sees that Mitchell has arrived and decides to improvise. She walks in holding her gun at Gibbs and Mcgee. "Yeah. Me, neither. Drop 'em!"

" Don't know how the Feds caught on to us, boss, but the new girl just saved my ass.What's the play?"

" Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Gibbs says as Isana is looping the rope around his wrist she leaves the pull part in his hands so all he has to do is tug on it and the rope will be free.

"Sure." Isana replies as Gibbs sighs.

"Let me know when you get there."Mitchell gets off the phone and walks over. " Boss wants us to take these guys off base, waste 'em, then bury all three bodies at once."

"Who's the third? And where the hell is my boyfriend?"

" Watch them. I'll be right back." Isana sighs.

" Talk to me." Gibbs says as soons as Mitchell leaves the room.

"Uh, I don't know what happened here, but Torres could be in trouble, and if we want to find him, this is the only way."

"Boss, I think maybe he's been a bad influence on her." Mcgee says as Isana rolls her eyes while Gibbs is laughing.

"Just trust me. This guy will never, ever tell us what went down."

"Isana, I trust you." Gibbs says as she nods.

"And if anyone in his crew finds out that I'm a federal agent, they'll kill Torres on the spot."

Mitchell returns back into the room. "Let's go."

"No. I-I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where my boyfriend is." Mitchell grabs a mop.

"He's fine."

"That's not what I asked."

"Tell her the truth. Your boyfriend's dead." Gibbs mutters as Mitchell hits him in the face 

"Ignore them. They're just trying to drive a wedge between us. Your boyfriend is fine.But Donnie took a hit. They're en route to a Baltimore safe house."

"You gonna tell me what happened or what?"

" We had a problem with someone in our supply chain." Mitchell opens a safe on the wall and starts grabbing money out of it. " Guy came in with a little too much attitude."

"So you killed him." Mcgee asks.

" Lane killed himself the moment he pulled a gun on me."

"Richard Lane?" 

" Oh, you know him?" Mitchell opens the freezer to show Lane dead. " Condolences."  He closes the door.

"Are you making a play to take over the business?"

" Take over?" Mitchell scoffs."  Hold up. "You think this tool is the boss?" He laughs, " I hope you guys haven't been working on this case for too long, because you're nowhere."

"Th-This guy was your supplier?" Isana asks.

" No. All he did was rent us the boats we used to pick up our product. We send these out empty" he opens the bottom of one of the oxygen tanks. " and they come back filled with pure-grade fentanyl. Top-of-the-line product, almost too good to be true. It was like printing money."

" Looks like you're gonna have to find a new way to smuggle the drugs." Gibbs punches Mitchell in the face and he passes out.

"If Lane's not the boss, who is?"

//

They bring Mitchell back to the Naval yard and everyone tries to interrogate him only he doesnt fold of course Isana and Gibbs are the only ones left to try and Gibbs what a bit worried about bringing Isana in there, she was so tense about her partner she might murder Mitchell, but in the end they get the location of the safe house just as Torress arrived with Donnie he crashes Donnie's car into a rock and Donnie goes flying through the windshield.

"Hey, Torres! That was some good driving."

"Gibbs!" Torres laughs. " Yes!" He laughs again.

" Mitchell gave up the safe house."

"Glad you could make it." Isana replies.

"Yes! Gibbs, I got to give you a kiss. I'm gonna kiss you. Come here."

They go back to the naval yard to debrief the Director.

"Donnie started as a low-level dealer, selling to mostly civilians." Isana explains.

"But then had the idea to use the Norfolk marina to smuggle drugs onto the base."

"And nobody knew that Donnie was the leader?" Director Vance asks.

"Almost nobody."

"Only his top lieutenants." Isana pulls up their photos on the screen.

"That's how I'd do it." Torress says as everyone looks at him. "Not that I" He clears his throat. " ever would."

"Well, glad to hear that there's a limit to your insubordination. Speaking of which, there's about 50 scuba tanks that need to be carried out of the evidence truck."

"Yeah, figured you could handle it, muscles." Gibbs smirks.

"And as for you, Agent Pacheleki, hell of a job." Isana smiles at him, Vance turns to Gibbs. "Hungry?"

" Oh, yeah. Yeah, I could eat." they walk off.

"Unbelievable. I-I bring down an entire drug ring and all I get is a promotion to Special Agent Gopher."

"Hmm. Oh, that you brought down? I mean, I seem to recall rescuing you at the end there."

" Do you not remember me launching the bad guy into orbit?" Isana just laughs. "All right, all right. You were good. Really good."

"Well, I had a good teacher." She smirks at him.

"Well, you taught me some things, too."

"Really? Like what?" She quirks a brow at him.

"Like don't eat garlic pasta before you make out with your partner."

She burst into a fit of laughter. "I wasn't gonna say anything, but that was a little rough."

"I wasn't gonna say anything but you got a little toothy."

"Ah. Rude. Bishop missed out too bad she had the flu. "

"Yeah. " He nods. "We got weird jobs."

"Weird but awesome. I'm kind of sad it's over. I mean, what am I gonna do now?" She grabs her bag and turns off her light.

"Go home? Watch a movie?"

"Maybe I'll ask Dean what he wants to do, or me and you can do something, Like, hit the gun range, or go BASE jumping." She was heading towards the elevator.

"Can't. Scuba tanks."

"Oh, right." She hits the button for the elevator.  "Good luck with that. See ya tomorrow. Luis."

"See you later, Charlie." He smirks as she steps inside the elevator, both of them having shit eating grins as they leave on their separate ways.

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