DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS NOR WILL I EVER!

CHAPTER 7

I slowly awoke from my dream in more pain than I was before.

"Thank God you're finally awake!"

My vision was still blurry and all I saw was a dim golden light and the awful smell of metal, gunpowder, and dead fish. It made my head spin.

"How are you feeling?" I heard a man say next to me. His voice was very familiar.

"Dad?" I whispered shakily.

"Hi sweetheart."

I pulled my head up too fast as my vision cleared and I saw my father.

"How are you not tied up? How are you not being held against your will?" I answered roughly.

Suddenly he laughed as he softly touched my cheek then tightened my rope around the chair

"Harley, I am not supposed to be here against my will."

His smile made my heart fall, my palms sweat, and my eyes widen.

"You are the leader aren't you? You're the leader of this Nazi terrorism group."

He smiled as he tilted his head in approval coming down to kiss my forehead.

"You're a very smart girl!"

I couldn't stop shaking. This can't be happening.

"Dad why did you take me out of the hospital and tie me to a damn chair?"

"Well I've always known Gunny would be on my case. I knew you'd go to him as soon as you knew I was gone."

"This is all about Jethro?" I asked gently.

"Well he'll always be in my way. If I want this group to go anywhere I'll need him out of the way."

"Dad you can't. You just can't!"

"Why?" He asked and was going to continue but his eyes widened and his jaw set angrily.

"Oh I see. You've come to care for Jethro, haven't you?"

I didn't answer so he roughly grabbed my chin. "Haven't you?" He shouted.

I pulled away. This wasn't my dad. What the hell is going on?

"Dad you were a proud Marine! How could you betray your country with this kind of group? Nazis and terrorism? That's a double screw up!"

"I was paying for us! I was paying for our lives! We couldn't survive on those shitty military benefits! The world was falling apart at our feet Harley and you didn't even see it!"

"So you became a freaking Hitler? Just because of the benefits?"

"I needed power Harley! I needed it and no one thought of me as a powerful man! But now they will! The military will crumble and I will have the world at the palm of my hand!"

I couldn't help keeping my emotions in as tears streamed down my face.

"Dad…that was World War II. It's 2011. Military power isn't acceptable anymore! You have to let this go! Dad you're going to jail forever and if you get treason you'll be put to death! Do you want that?"

He held my face abruptly in his hands and I shuddered.

"I'm just looking out for you."

"You don't need to anymore Brodan."

I turned my head with my vision slightly blurred but I knew who it was.

Gibbs came into the room with his team with their guns drawn and almost suddenly men appeared around us with large M-64s.

"Ok Jethro, this doesn't need to get any bigger than it has to."

"I couldn't agree more." Gibbs replied as he tilted his head toward Dad's men.

Dad turned his head and nodded causing the men to drop their guns and disappear. "This is between us Jethro, get rid of the posse."

I looked into Jethro's eyes and his looked back with anger. He turned and nodded to the team causing them to back off.

"I just want to be with my daughter again Jethro." Dad said as he patted my arm.

"You had your chance Brodan. You lost it when you took the wrong side."

Suddenly Dad became angry. "I did it for her!"

"How could you have done it for her? You left her!" Gibbs shouted.

Abruptly Dad put a knife to my neck. "Well I'm not going to leave her anymore. I'll do all I can for her now."

He pushed the knife into my neck and I squeaked. "We don't need you anymore Jethro."

Suddenly everything seemed to stop and all I could see were Jethro's eyes. I knew what he wanted to do and his insides screamed to hold it in for my sake.

I slowly nodded, enough for him to see, but for no one else to notice.

It seemed as if it didn't happen…it was all of a sudden…I heard a boom, pop, pop and felt liquid fall on the side of my face and a vibration of something heavy falling.

Then time began again and I knew Gibbs had shot my father. I closed my eyes and waited for Dad's "followers" to kill us all but it didn't come.

I slowly opened my eyes and tried not to throw up as I felt blood in my mouth.

"Jethro! Jethro!" I screamed as if I couldn't hear.

"Harley! Harley, I'm here…it's all right."

My body began to shake as I needed his touch, I needed to get away.

He quickly cut the ropes binding me to the chair and as he was behind the chair I fell from the chair, but in time for him to catch me, lift me up into his arms, and hold me tight.

"Oh Harley…" He whispered and I bawled into his shoulder.

"Jeth…Jethro…Oh God Jethro."

He tried to calm me down as he stroked my hair. I hugged him tightly as he cradled me in his arms like that of a bride.

I looked to see that the other agents had the "followers" in custody. I closed my eyes as the bright sun shown into my eyes.

It seemed like hours before Ducky came in the NCIS truck to pick up the body of my dead father. I was still in Gibbs's arms as Ducky opened the back door to the truck and Gibbs sat me down gently and wrapped a blanket around me.

"I don't want to see my dad."

Gibbs shook his head. "No. You won't. I promise." He took a cloth and began wiping the blood from my face. His strokes were so gentle and soft that I felt incredibly safe at this moment more than any other time.

Tears were still falling down my cheeks and Gibbs noticed gently running the cloth against the tears.

"What happens now?" I whispered softly looking into his eyes.

"Nothing. It's all over." He murmured as he stroked my cheek kissing my forehead.

I began to cry again and he held me again. "You're always safe with me Harley."

"Jeth…" I sighed.

"Yeah, Harley. I love you too."