In Our Footsteps
'I can do this.' He thought this over and over again, 'I can do this.'
He has trained for this, learned from the best and now it's time to prove his skills.
He has his back against the wall, remaining quiet, not letting the people he is chasing know he is in their house. He quickly pokes his head through the doorway and sees them in the living room. They are busy talking to each other.
He knows the man isn't much of a fighter, but the woman, who happens to be his bodyguard, is said to be more dangerous than any gun, knife or bomb. This means trouble for him, since he only has one shot.
But he was taught if you appear tough and have a serious look on your face, chances are the person may not want to fight back.
He takes another quick look and sees no weapon with them.
He calms his breathing, brings his gun up to his chest.
It's now or never.
He barges into the living room, "Freeze!"
The man and woman look to who has entered the room.
"Don't move," He said to them, "Put your hands up."
They did as they were told. "Who are you?" The man asked.
"Federal agent," He told him. He reached into his pocket, keeping his gun pointed at them, "NCIS," He said showing them his badge.
The man looks over to the woman, "It looks like we're caught honey."
"Yes we are," She said to the man. She puts her arms down and walks over to the federal agent, "We are caught by one of the most handsome NCIS agent ever."
"You are under arrest mommy," Five years old Matthew said, still pointing his toy gun at her, "You and daddy are going to jail."
Ziva bent down to her knees, "But if we go to jail, who will we give all our love to?"
Matthew lowered his gun, he hadn't thought about that.
Tim walked over to Ziva and Matthew and bent down to his knees, "How about if you don't take us in, we give you something in return?"
"Like what?" Matthew asked.
"How about some of aunt Abby's delicious cookies?" Tim said to his son.
"Really?" Matthew asked.
Tim nodded his head, "She baked them today for everybody.
Matthew jumped up and down with joy.
"Now, wait a minute," Ziva said, "Those cookies are for after dinner. I do not want you spoiling your appetite."
"Please mommy," Matthew asked with puppy dog eyes.
She couldn't help it, "Oh alright, but just one."
"Yay," Matthew said. He gave his toy dart gun and plastic badge to his dad and then ran into the kitchen.
Tim let out a small laugh as he stood back up, "We just bribed our son."
"Did you see the look on his face when he entered the living room, pointing his toy gun at us?" Ziva asked as she stood up.
"Yeah," Tim said, "I haven't seen him look so serious."
"Why do you think Matthew wanted to pretend to be a NCIS agent?" She asked.
Tim shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe he wants to follow in our footsteps," He said to her.
Ziva has a small smile, "Yeah, maybe he does." A sudden thought entered her mind, "Are we sure Matthew will only grab one cookie?"
They both shared a look and then ran into the kitchen.
FIN
Author's Note: Hope you liked this story; I plan to write more stories with a five years old Matthew McGee and getting older. I don't think I have mentioned, but the "Next" Universe will be an AU Crossover. What story will it crossover with? Well, I'm not telling...yet.
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