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

Misdirection

"Chinese embassy." Gibbs muttered, staring at the building. "Clever."

"Ron Jenkins was the city's liason with the embassy." Harold's voice echoed from the phone propped up on the dash. "Ruddmeier was a translator employed there. Mr. Bouchard had several factories in China and used the embassy to further those factories in any way he could. Root must have approached them because of their access to this facility."

"You know we can't just go charging in there, boss." Tony, leaning in the car window, eyed his superior worriedly. "The international community is awful picky about stuff like diplomatic immunity."

Gibbs ignored him. "What are the odds that the ambassador is involved?" He asked.

"...slim." Harold answered. "It's not impossible, but Root tends to work alone. She takes on contract work, but in this particular case I believe it to be something more personal—something she would be uninclined to share."

"And that something is what, exactly?"

Harold fell silent and Gibbs grunted. "All right. Taking your word for it, then, let's say he's not involved. How'd she get the helicopter?"

"She didn't. Jenkins commissioned it, reputedly for a minor Chinese official. Interestingly, he told the pilot only to expect two passengers—a man and a woman."

"The only thing creepier than the fact you know all that, is the fact that I believe you know all that." Tony shot a nervous glance at the phone. "Seriously, we'd need like three warrants to get that information, AND permission from the Chinese government."

"And in the time it would take you to get them, Root would have escaped with your teammate." Harold pointed out.

Gibbs shook his head. "Wonder how Jenkins didn't see anything suspicious with the arrangements he was making."

"Perhaps Root told him he and her were going to run away together." Harold suggested. "She is a... most duplicitous woman."

Ziva, in the passenger seat, smirked at the dashboard. "Are we speaking from experience, perhaps?"

"There's an image I need to get out of my head." John muttered, still in the backseat.

The others threw him an odd look before returning to their discussion. "If the ambassador isn't involved, you think there's a chance he'll just give us the strange lady on his premises with a hostage?" Tony suggested hopefully.

Sighing, Gibbs leaned back in the seat to arch an eyebrow at Tony. "When was the last time an ambassador gave us anything without several hours of haggling? Or an appointment?"

"We don't have time to be polite about this." Ziva nodded. "I can see at least five points of entry from this position. I say we go in the back, knock out the guards with the tear gas in the back, perhaps use the ID cards Tony brought to disarm any security doors we find, and make our way to the roof before security can mobilize."

"And then we're trapped on the roof with a stairwell of angry Chinese soldiers behind us!" Tony smiled. "Great plan!"

Ziva shot him a condescending look. "THEN: We steal the helicopter and fly away."

"Does the word 'international incident' mean anything to you, Miss Mossad?"

Ziva held up a warning finger. "NEVER call me that again."