Next Chapter! Its relatively long, but I gave you a pretty um... *insert srtong emotion here* cliffhanger at the end. And here's how you might be during this chapter- Read. 'Aww...' Read. 'I feel sorry for them!' Read. laugh. Review. Read. Laugh harder. read. Scream. 'WHAT?' You have been given a heads up, so yeah...
The elevator opened and three people stepped out, two holding hands. All three had faces redder than cherries and eyes as puffy as ever. Gibbs stood up and greeted them all. "Mr. DiNozzo." he politely said, holding his hand out to be shaken. "Gibbs. It's nice to see you again." Tony DiNozzo Senior put on a brave face. 'Just like his son.' thought Gibbs. "I just wish is weren't under the circumstances." Gibbs said, engaging in a firm hand shake. He then moved past the distraught father and came to the McGees. Emma and Henry McGee looked like nice people at first glance. Gibbs looked the former admiral in the eye.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. McGee and Mrs. McGee. I'm Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, your son's... boss." Gibbs choked on the last word to make it seem that he was feeling bad. Senior was hugging Ziva, who was whispering in his ear as to comfort him. It seemed to be working.
"Please. Call me Henry." the father said. "And Emma." the upset mother said, introducing herself. After they all shook hands, Sarah got up and went to her parent's warm embrace. Ziva introduced herself as they let go. "Now that we're all here, I want to see the security tape." Sarah said defiantly. She had long since stopped crying; it was out of her system for the moment. "Security tape?" Senior asked. No one responded.
Gibbs gestured to the plasma as Ziva went back to her computer and pulled it up. As the video began to play, a hush fell over the whole floor. Everybody came over and watched the horrifying deaths. Nobody beyond the MCRT plus Abby, Ducky, and Jimmy knew it was all fake. These people thought Tim and Tony were dead. Gibbs looked around at the mass of agents gathered behind the bull pen walls. It seemed like the whole floor was there. They were all stricken by the horrible incident.
Senior cried when Tony said he loved him. Apparently those cameras had sensitive speakers. But luckily they didn't pick up anything Ziva had whispered into the agent's ears. Ziva felt bad that she'd even spoken. She could have messed it all up. As the portion that they were going to show stopped, Henry and Emma began to sob.
Gibbs hated it. He hated the whole thing, but it had to be done. These men could not hurt or kill anyone else. And now that they have their hands on some serious firepower courtesy of their friends in the middle east, Liberdad Nueva was no longer shut down. It was going to get the US somehow. 'The next nine eleven' as Gibbs had previously called it.
The other agents had all gone back to 'work'. They were probably calling co-workers and telling them about what they'd just seen. Work wouldn't resume for the remainder of the day, and everybody knew that. All of the sudden, Tony's desk phone rang. Gibbs looked over and tears formed in his eyes. Senior walked over and sat down. He started going through the drawers. Gibbs, for once, didn't mind. He knew the agents didn't have anything bad in there. Ziva walked over to the McGees after getting off her phone.
"Director Vance would like to see all of you in his office. I will show you up." She said, motioning to the upstairs. The four family members followed her up and when she got to the office, Ziva slipped into MTAC. Gibbs was already on his way up. Ziva walked over to the people at the computers. She never even bothered to learn their names. "Can you secure the feed from Los Angeles? she asked the operator she was friendly with. "Um.. yes, Agent David. I can do that. Maximum security?" She asked. "As high as you can go. I don't want anybody to see this." Ziva replied, walking to the center of the room where Gibbs stood. "You ready?" her boss asked, glancing over at her.
"Of course I am! I kind of miss them." Ziva said, blushing a bit. "It's ok to miss your partner, Ziva. Don't be embarrassed." Gibbs advised.
As the feed came up, with Callen grinning at them, Gibbs motioned for the operators to leave. Once they were all gone, Gibbs began. "Callen. You're taking good care of our agents, I presume?" he asked, smiling at his long time friend. "Nope. Not really." Callen replied, grinning. "Hey! I heard that!"
Ziva smiled as she heard Tony yelling from the back of the room. "Hey boss!" Tim said when he walked into view, Tony right behind him. "How's everything going in DC?" Tony asked, getting a little more serious. "We just showed the tape to your families. They are talking with Vance now." Tim looked down at the floor. "How ah... How did they take it?" he asked. "Your mother was the worst." Ziva stated. "I talked with Sarah for a while, she seems to have accepted it by now. Which kills me, but it is necessary." she answered.
"Hey guys! We got the Chinese- Woah. Who are those people?" a man said when he walked in. There was another man behind him and a woman next to him. Callen looked over at what Ziva thought was his team. "Deeks, Kensi, Sam. Meet my old friend, Leroy Jethro Gibbs." he stated, gesturing to the man on the screen. "That's who he is!" Kensi exclaimed, dropping the carry out on the OPS table. "Miss Blye." Hetty said, coming from the shadows of the room, startling Eric. "Yes?" Kensi asked, looking at her boss. Hetty just glared at her. Kensi realized why and grabbed the food. "Shoot. Um.. Chinese will have to wait. It'll be on your desks. I'll be right back." She said, running out.
"And that is um..." Callen started, not remembering her name. "Ziva David." Ziva said kindly, looking at everyone in the room. "Wait a second. Where do I know that name? David..." Deeks said, thinking. Sam came to a conclusion first. "David. You're Mossad, right?" "Ex- Mossad." Ziva said emphasizing the ex. Gibbs looked at her and smiled. People did that all the time. "Henrietta. Nice to see you again." Gibbs said, greeting another old friend. Hetty smiled.
"Alright. Let's get down to business." Tony said, speaking up. "DiNozzo, McGee, full brief. Go." Gibbs said, returning to reality and the case. Sam was surprised at how they did things down there. Much different. Deeks was just waiting for them to get off duty. These two looked like they could use some LA parting. He had already called under a few of his old aliases and gotten them into an exclusive box at the Lakers game, a VIP lounge at a club in Malibu, and a free trip to the Marty Deeks bachelor pad. Callen and Sam were gonna meet them at his place around eleven, if everything worked out. Tim started talking."We haven't blown our cover yet. Well, Tony hasn't blown it yet."
"What?" Tony said, looking up from his phone. Ziva smiled. She would bet money that the next thing Gibbs was going to say would be something along the lines of 'Slap him,' And she was right "McGee, slap him for me." Gibbs responded. Tim got an evil grin on his face and reached back behind Tony's head while Tony said' "I'm sorry, Boss! Make it quick, McGee." Then Tim did something only Callen and Ziva saw coming.
Kensi was bewildered at the sight. Why did they do that? It looked like it hurt. Tim slapped DiNozzo on the back of the head so hard, he winced. "Atta boy, McGee." Gibbs said. "Good job, McGee." Ziva said, congratulating her partner.
"Some arm you got there, Tim. Anyway, so Boss. We picked up some chatter that included most of our key words." "When?" Gibbs inquired. "Yesterday. We got NCIS, DiNozzo, McGee, dead, attack, and America. The last one was in almost every single one, as you might guess." Tim said, looking down at his iPhone.
"Liberdad Nueva is very small now. It used to be a larger organization, but after you guys shut most of it down three years ago, they've become richer and more focused on America." Sam said, catching on to the briefing style. "They've been receiving large amounts of money from all over the world for the past year, according to their bank accounts." Eric said, turing around to face both teams.
"Ok. So what do we do at this point?" Ziva asked, not sure what they're plan was as of now. "Good question, Agent David." Vance said, walking into MTAC. "DiNozzo. McGee. I'm glad you made it to Los Angeles ok." he asked, sliding up next to Gibbs. "Flight was great, Director." Tony said, greeting his second boss. "So," Vance said, turning to everyone. "Who's got a plan?"
Harry McGee was over being sad. He was outraged. Why? Sarah seemed to have accepted it by now, but Harry sensed that she had talked to that David girl. She seemed suspicious. She was not the least bit choked up. But he had seem the security tape. His boy was dead.
Timmy, the little boy who used to make battleships and float them in his bath. Tim, the boy who was pushed down a cliff and broke his arm. Tim, the man who had saved hundreds of lives in one day on multiple occasions. Tim, the boy that grew up every where in the US. Tim, the brother that taught Sarah how to swim when they lived in Portland. Tim, the man who joined a federal agency. Tim, the famous author. Tim, the civilian that died for his country.
"I am very sorry for all of your losses. The whole office has been very torn up over it. They all wish you well." the Director of NCIS told the families. "What happens now?" Harry asked. "Well, I have a press conference in ten minuets. The media has been wanting to know more about the terrorist cell we brought down, the same cell that killed your children and brother." he said, hoping one of them would bite. And he was right. "Can we join you? I would like to speak out against these people." Harry asked, standing up. "Of course. You can tell them anything you want." Vance said. Mr. DiNozzo stood as well.
"I have to get back to New York. Business meeting." he said, grabbing his briefcase. "Thank you for coming, Mr DiNozzo. We will have someone contact you about a... funeral." Vance responded, getting a bit choked up at the end. "Can... Can I see.. Junior?" he asked, a tear rolling down his cheek. "We have to do the autopsy first, Mr. DiNozzo. I'm afraid that won't be possible. I'm sorry." Vance said, opening his door for the man. Tony couldn't believe it.
His little boy was gone. He remembered something Bianca, Junior's real mom, had said before she died. "A boy should always out live his parents." That would never come true for the DiNozzo family. A family torn apart by death. A family no more. Junior hadn't even spoken to him in a year. He couldn't remember the last things they said to each other. And now little Anthony would never fly around the house again saying 'I'm a plane, mommy!' He would never hug his father again. He would never come home from school with a girl again. He would never call his dad and tell him to come visit. He would never tell his dad 'I love you.' ever again. And that's what Tony hated the most.
The wealthy man would once again be on the front page of the business section. "Anthony DiNozzo Shaken by the Sudden Death of Son". And then under it- "First the mother, now his only child are both dead. What is DiNozzo's next move?" Just then he got a call. It was from his corporation. So, they had already found out. Tony sighed and picked up the phone.
Tim decided he loved LA. Tony decided to give LA a second chance. After all, it technically happened in Nevada. Deeks decided tonight was going to be the best one of his life. Sam decided DC agents weren't so bad. Callen decided he really needed to get out some more. And tonight was going to be the start of that. Kensi decided that boys needed to go out and have fun together once and a while. Eric decided he was mad at Deeks for not inviting him tonight. But, none the less, he was going to tag along. Nell decided she should stay out of this one and let the guys do their own thing. Hetty decided they had to be careful, or all the agent's cover's would be blown and all hell would break loose.
At five o' clock, Deeks smile was wider than a child's when they get a chocolate bar the size of their head. "Alright, party of three, we have a Lakers game to watch!" he almost yelled. "Mr. Deeks, this is a federal office building, please keep your voice down!" Hety said, not even looking up from her desk. "Sorry, Hetty. Ok. Um... Callen, Sam, Eric, be at my place at eleven unless I tell you otherwise." Deeks said as he grabbed his coat and ushered Tony and Tim out the door.
"Lakers game? We're going to a Lakers game?" Tony said, shocked. "Yep. We got a box all to ourselves baby. half court line." Deeks replied, smiling yet again. 'This is gonna be awesome!" Tony exclaimed. "Hey hey hey, keep it down uh.." Deeks started, forgetting Tony's alias. "Jack Shepherd." Tony supplied. "Right. Keep it down, Jack. People live here, you know." Deeks corrected. "Yeah, Jack. Shut your trap." Tim said mockingly. "Whatever, Max. You aren't Gibbs. Don't tell me what to do." Tony replied as they walked to the car.
"So..." Deeks started to break whatever tension was developing, "What's your story, Jack?" "What do you mean?" Tony repleid, a bit curious. "What's your story? Where are you from, where'd you grow up, stuff like that. You know, backstory." Deeks asked again.
"Backstory? Well, I grew up in Long Island, New York. My dad is a rich con man, who cut me off from the family fortune when I was twelve. My mom ah.. died when I was eight. that's when I started to go to boarding schools. Worked at Peoria PD, then Philidelphia, then Baltimore PD for two years. And that's when Gibbs found me in 2001. Been working at NCIS ever since." Tony said, giving the most general description possible.
"Wow. Eleven years. Where have you been stationed?" Deeks repled, impressed. "DC. Most of the time. About four years ago I was Agent Afloat for like four months. It sucked. But I was assigned to Gibbs as a Probie. He pulled some strings to get me on his team. I guess he liked me." Tony said, shrugging. "What about you, Max? Where you from?" Deeks inquiered, digging for something interesting.
"Well, I was born in Norfolk, Maryland. Lived there until I was six. Then my dad joined the Navy. After that, me and my mom were moved all around the country. My sister was born when I was eleven. I always wanted to be a cop for some reason. So I joined NCIS in 2003, seeing as my dad was Navy. And that's the year I met Gibbs and his team. I was as green as they come, since I was only twenty six. But after that, I was desperate to get on his team. So every chance I got, I drove down from Norfolk to help them. And then Gibbs saw how much I liked it there, and he got me transfered to his team. Been there ever since." Tim concluded, looking out the window of Deeks' car. Tony, of course, stole shotgun.
"So who are the Lakers playing?" Tim asked. "The Cavs." Deeks replied. "What city are they in?" Tim asked again. He didn't know much about basketball. "Cleveland, Ohio. They're ok." Tony said before Deeks could answer. "Ever been to Ohio?" Tony asked Deeks. "No, but I imagine it's pretty fricken boring though." Deeks answered, laughing at the end. "Hey! It's not all bad!" Tony said, getting a bit defensive. Tim chuckled. He knew where this was going. "Really? When did you go there?" Deeks asked, laughing some more. "I went to college there! OSU!" Tony responded. "Well then. I'm sorry." Deeks said sarcastically. "Oh. You don't want to start a sarcasm fight. You will get creamed." Tim responded.
After that, Tony and Deeks got in to the largest sarcasm war ever. It was all in good fun, and everybody was dying of laughter by the time they got to the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles.
As they sat through the three hour game, Tony, Deeks, and Tim were barely paying attention; they were having to much fun getting to know each other. After the game was over, Deeks drove them to the most exclusive club in LA, called Palm. They got settled in the VIP lounge, where Tony and Deeks got a little more than buzzed, so Tim had to drive them to Deeks' flat, where Sam, Eric, and Callen were waiting inside.
At the end of the boys night, Tony and Deeks were passed out on the floor, Eric was getting a bit tipsy, Sam was at home, and Tim and Callen were almost completely sober. "Well, Callen. It looks like it's just you and me." Tim said, glancing back at his fellow agent. Eric was on the couch watching reality TV and laughing at the Kardashians. "Silly Kim! Don't buy the green shoes! Orange is more your color!" he said, slurring his words in the middle.
"And that," Callen said, pointing at Eric, "is why we never let him drink." he concluded. "I can tell." Tim replied with a laugh. "Hey guys! You wanna go play some ping pong?" Eric yelled, looking back at the agents. "Eric, Deeks doesn't even have a ping pong table." Callen replied. "Oh. Let's make one then!" he thought. At this point Tim was laughing so hard he had to sit down. "This guy is crazy!" he said, howling with laughter as Eric tried to get up and walk around. "I told you." Callen said, laughing a bit.
Eric tripped over Tony, who was sprawled out on the floor. "Watch where you're going!" he said, regaining what little balance he had. Callen and Tim sat down at the bar and left Eric to destroy Deek's apartment. "Hetty's gonna be so mad tomorrow." Callen said, looking around the messy room.
"You know, I've only gotten druk once?" Tim said. "When? College?" Callen asked. "No. I went to MIT and graduated early. I was only nineteen. Too young to drink. So one year I went to the annual NCIS karaoke night at a bar in Georgetown. Tony and I got so drunk we went up on stage and sang 'Sweet Home Alabama' together. It's safe to say somebody got that on video. But it was the best night of my life." Tim said with a smile.
"Hey. I know what we should do." Callen said smirking. He pulled a permanent marker out of his pants pocket. "Yes!" Tim said. He was finally going ot get Tony back for all the superglue and everything else he'd ever done to him. "This is perfect." Tim said as Callen drew a moustach and monocle on Deeks' face. Tony got the pleasure of having a beard and the word 'nerd' written across his forehead. After that, Callen left a note on the counter, wiped his marker clean of prints, and drove Tim back to his hotel. "I had a great time tonight, G." Tim said as he got out of the car. "Me too." Callen said as he left. Callen looked out the window as he drove off into the night.
Callen glanced down at his phone in the cup holder next to him. He realized that his wallet wasn't there. "Aw crap." he said. He drove back to Deeks' apartment, where the two men were still passed out on the floor. Eric had found some pillows and was sleeping on the couch.
Callen laughed at the sight, grabbed his wallet, and locked the door behind him as he left. He hopped back into his car and started to drive back home. However, he got caught up at the stoplight at the end of Deeks' street. A second later, the light turned green.
He started to drive, only to be stopped just as soon. A car slammed into the passenger side of Callen's car. And another crashed into the backseat.
OMG! Callen! What do you think? Was it intentional? Or was it a coincidence? "I don't believe in coincidences!" Sorry Gibbs. Do you like it? Let me know because I just love reviews!