I got a couple reviews about McGee's father wondering where he is. I do have a reason for not including him. We never actually see him on the show so I don't know how he would react.
Jackson Gibbs: Washington DC
Six hours was far too long to be crammed in a car. Jackson's hip wasn't used to the lack of mobility from sitting for so long. But he was willing to deal with the discomfort if it meant getting to his son faster.
Seth, who rarely left Stillwater much less Pennsylvania, didn't know how to get to the Navy Yard. He followed Jack's instructions but soon enough he was stopped every so often by Metro Police. It seemed like no one was getting very close to the Yard except for emergency personnel. After only a few minutes of listening to Seth arguing with the third officer, Jack let his frustration get the better of him.
"I just want to know whether my son is still alive or not!"
"Okay, just give me your son's name and I'll do my best to get information."
"Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, lead agent for the Major Case Response Team," he said proudly.
"Shit," mumbled the officer.
"You know my boy, Officer?" asked Jack with a smirk.
"Only by reputation. Agent Gibbs is a legend in law enforcement. Rumor has it that he legally hijacked Air Force one. And multiple times he and his team stopped terrorist attacks."
"Son, can you please find my by?" As much as he liked hearing stories about his son's adventures finding him was more important. Although he would be asking DiNozzo about the hijacking later.
The officer pulled out a radio and asked if anyone had seen Gibbs. Five minutes later he got an answer.
"Sir, your son was last seen with Johnathan Cole. Cole was attempting to disarm the bomb. I'm sorry."
"What about the rest of the MCRT? Any news on them?"
"I don't think they've been seen since before the explosion."
"Jack, is there anywhere we can go to wait for answers."
"Leyla. Leroy is her daughter's godfather. She'll want some company. I think I remember her address."
Anthony DiNozzo, Senior: Washington DC
Senior was exhausted. Twelve hours on a plane kept him from sleeping. The ride from Baltimore did nothing to help him relax.
Now, standing outside. The perimeter of the explosion, he waited for news on those still inside. He stayed away from the bigger crowds of people, wanting to be left alone.
The press didn't seem to understand that.
"Sir, if you could answer a few questions, please?"
Senior nearly said no but thought better of it. There was a slight chance his son wasn't in the building and was standing by a television. Just because they asked him questions didn't mean he had to use names. Junior and Gibbs would appreciate that.
"Sir, Just what is your connection to NCIS?"
"My son, I call him Junior, is an agent on one of the teams."
"And what was your reaction when you heard that there was a bombing?"
"I had to get home as soon as possible."
"What do you mean?"
"I was in France with some friends. I feel better knowing that I don't have to wait days to know if Junior is alive."
"Is there anything you want to say to your son, just in case he's watching?"
"Junior, please call me. And tell your team to call their families as well. I'm sure they are as worried about their kids as I am about you." With that the cameraman man shut off his camera. He walked away but the reporter stayed.
"Sir, off the record, what is your son's name?" Senior hesitated. "I have contacts on the inside. I might be able to find him."
"Anthony DiNozzo."
She took his cell number and left to follow her cameraman but paused for a moment longer.
"I really hope you find your son."
"Do you have anyone in there?" asked Senior.
"No, but my brother is a Marine and I live in fear every day that I'll get a telling me he's gone."
Eli David: Washington DC
No mater how old you are or how much experience you have, scenes of death and destruction are impossible to get used to. That was especially true for Eli and his security detail. Living in Israel meant bombings is a common occurrence.
Eli knew this better than most because his youngest daughter, Tali, was killed in such an attack.
In the United States, where terrorism was once something that only happened in other countries, is still something the average citizen didn't have to worry about. Most lived in blissful ignorance that today may be their last day.
Eli wasn't sure if he envied them or pitied them.
At the moment the best thing Eli could do was stand back wile the emergency workers did their jobs. He was was lucky was allowed past the barrier.
He wasn't sure how much time passed but a fireman, no older than twenty-five, approached him.
"Are you Eli David?" Eli merely nodded. "We know where your daughter is."
"Continue."
"She and another agent are trapped in an elevator."
"Anthony DiNozzo."
"Yes, sir." The fireman was surprised the Mossad leader already knew who the other agent was.
"What are you doing to get them out safely?"
"Everything we can sir. But the elevator is currently between the second and third floors and very unstable. We want to lower the elevator to the second floor and hopefully stabilize it enough so that we can open the doors."
"If you can't stabilize the elevator, what happens then?"
"You already know what will happen. We can only pray that the fall doesn't kill them."