Yes, I realize I haven't updated in forever. This chapter is dedicated to HawkEye downunder, Happy New Year! BTW, this takes place in the beginning of Season 3.
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Laura's POV
I hate my mommy's job. It made us moved from Italy to Spain to Okinawa to Hawaii and finally to DC. Mommy said that I am probably the most traveled five-year-old in the world. I don't know what that means.
Her job has always gotten in the way. I always have to make new friends. Mommy never spends time with me and now on the day that she said would be "just us," she's talking to the President. The President's not "just us."
Hey! That man that's by mommy looks familiar. He's the man in the picture. The man that mommy said was me and Matt's daddy. If most daddy's hug their kids when they see them, why won't my daddy hug me? He won't even look at me.
If my daddy's not going to hug me, I want to know why.
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Jenny's POV
"Mr. President, Ari Haswari KILLED one of my agents. A Federal officer. That fact just can't be ignored!" The President wants us to let Haswari go. Just let him leave. Apparently, he could be, and I quote "deeply saddened" by Agent Todd's death, but not sad enough that he would let us catch her killer.
Looking at the group of children that I am currently supposed to be touring, I notice that Laura has that look on her face. The last time she had that look, she went up to SecNav and demanded that he let me go home because she wanted to bake cookies.
She starts marching up to Gibbs. Oh no.
"Mr. President this really isn't a good time. I have my children with me," Dinozzo, try and look at me any weirder and I'll keel haul you, "Would it be all right if-"
"Daddy," Laura says to Gibbs, "Why won't you hug me?"
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I just hung up on the President. Of the United States. I simply hung up and walked to my office, motioning a flabbergasted Gibbs to follow. Once the doors close, he erupts.
"Jen, they're my kids? MINE? You left Paris and never told me that you were pregnant?"
I can't take this. I simply can't. He thinks I left him? I sit down and start sobbing.
"Left you? Jethro, I never would leave you! Didn't you see the panic in my eyes? The knife to my throat? I'll tell you exactly what happened after I left Paris and you aren't making a sound until I do."
Flashback
Jethro's being arrested for the murder of that guy I shot. I have to stop them. I have diplomatic immunity. As my official family member, so will Jethro. "You can't," I begin to call out before I feel a knife be pressed against my throat.
"You want your precious Jethro to live, you walk away now." The voice followed me to a café on Rue Buci. When I woke up, I was in a small cell in what felt like a desert.
It must have been hours before a phone and a note were passed through a slot.
Jennifer,
You have two choices. Push the phone back out and you will get food. Pick it up and it will call the American Embassy in Paris. You can gain your dear Jethro's freedom. If you don't choose in 30 seconds, both you and Jethro will be extremely unhappy.
I picked up the phone.