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-Kellz
Chapter Nine
Some Weeks Later
8:45
Gibbs walked through the conference room of the makeshift NCIS headquarters. Today, his team and Walter's team were going to join forces to figure out what happened. Although in the past Gibbs hasn't been particularly fond of teaming up, he knew their current problem was one that needed a lot of people to help. His team sat on one side of the long, oval table while the second team sat opposite them. Walter was in deep discussion with Vance at the head of the table.
"I thought the meeting was at nine?" Gibbs wondered out loud, checking his watch, certain he hadn't misheard the previous day.
"Gibbs, you're on time." Vance gestured to the opposite end of the table. "The teams are just eager."
Gibbs eyed the temporary members warily and glared at his team as he took the helm. He waited for Vance to start.
Walter stood beside his team, waiting for the decision to be made.
"Okay, so we have two teams that would be more efficient than one. Gibbs, I need you to cooperate with Agent Morris." Vance eyed him, smiling when Gibbs nodded. "Okay, we are going to establish what the hell happened."
"Director?" Walter interrupted. At Vance's subtle nod to continue, Walter glanced over to Gibbs. "I'd like Agents Crowe and McGee to work on locating the origin of this file." He dropped the file, opened to the view of the entire group of people. Several papers had lists of different names and associations to terrorist groups. "It was in my hotel room when we decided to get some sleep."
It was the first lead NCIS in general had received to give them an idea of the bombing. Gibbs snatched it first, lifting it in the air to look through its contents before he passed it on to his senior field agent. He had no clue who the names or groups were. From the looks of it though, neither did his team.
But Vance did.
"Who do you recognize?" Gibbs questioned, causing the two teams to look at their leader.
"A couple of the names and two groups. I dealt with them while I was doing undercover work in the Middle East." Vance explained, holding the file in his hands. He looked directly at Gibbs. "They're after me, Gibbs."
NCIS
"Vrrroooommm!" Mikey squealed as he sat in his bedroom, playing with his ever-building collection of Matchbox cars. "Awwww!" He animatedly spoke as he crashed two cars together.
His mother was downstairs in the laundry room, gathering supplies to clean the house with. While Gibbs was away, she figured it would be easier to get the house halfway cleaned before her husband attempted to help, only further causing more of a mess instead.
Mikey stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound of someone walking over the wooden bedroom floor. Smiling from ear to ear was his sister, looking a little like she wanted to play.
Setting the cars down, he made his hands available for her to see. Do you want to play? He signed.
At her nod, he signaled her to come to him and she did. Having grown up with a deaf sister, he had learned sign language from his parents after they first discovered her deafness. With that, he had vowed to himself to be a good big brother and always look after her. Perhaps, in the process, he had matured a little quicker than most boys his age; but Mikey wouldn't trade it for anything. He was really smart and everyone knew it. After all, his mother was genius and his father was pretty smart too.
Pulling out two more cars, he handed them to Stella, who took them and started playing with them, although minus the sound affects added to the crashes and what not. He laughed a few times when she tried to trick him.
"You two staying out of trouble?" came his gravel voiced mother. Abby leaned against the door frame with a smile on her face.
Mikey stopped and looked up while Stella continued to play. "Tryin' to, Mommy. We are Daddy's kids after all." He said with a smirk.
"Oh I'm very well aware of that." She said, standing to her full height. "Daddy should be finishing up his meeting and on his way back home. Better get ready."
He nodded as his answer. His mother picked up his sister and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door after her so that he could change out of his pajamas to whatever outfit suited him.
Leaving his toys where they were, he went to his custom-size dresser (that his father had made) and gathered a T-shirt and pants for the day. Since the bombing and release, his parents tried to take them out to lunch and usually take a trip somewhere once a week, to kinda of escape from the depressive state that held their jobs. While he and Stella played at the whichever fast food joint they went to (it varied every week), his parents would do whatever adults did. He never understood why they refused to enter the playlands.
Just as he finished dressing, he heard the front door open. Grinning, he threw open the door and darted downstairs, throwing himself in his father's arms – much like his mother still did.
"Daddy!" He screamed as Gibbs pulled his son into his arms.
"Mikey!" Gibbs spoke in a similar tone. He was happy to see that his family was okay, not that his home wasn't being threatened. There wasn't any prove, but he preferred them being near him. "Where's Mommy and Stella?" He wondered.
They heard a "in here" coming from the kitchen and so as Gibbs lowered his son to the floor, they walked into the kitchen, finding Abby finishing cleaning the countertops while Stella played with a few baby toys in her high chair.
"Hey pretty girl." Gibbs smiled, touching the girl's cheek as he pulled Abby in his arms, kissing her quickly before their son started his "ew" thing like someone else they knew had done once or twice.
"Ewwww!" Mikey said with a disgusted look.
Gibbs pulled away from Abby, looking at the five-year-old pointing at him. "You are hanging out with Tony way too much." He turned to Abby, a small smile lacing his lips. "I'm forbidding our son from seeing our equally immature son."
Abby gasped, joining in his teasing while Mikey protested. She smacked his chest lightly with a mischevious smile. "Tony may be immature, but he does make a good babysitter for our date nights!"
Abby walked away.
"So you're using my senior field agent as a babysitter?" Gibbs teased, unbuckling Stella from the high chair and lifting her into his arms. "Tony is not qualified to be a babysitter. He's being a bad influence on my son."
Abby put away the cleaning supplies as she responded in an equal teasing tone. "Tony is not a bad influence. He's just...Tony."
"He was telling Mikey how to flirt with girls." Gibbs pointed out.
"One time!" Abby stressed, quickly washing her hands. "Ziva fixed that problem."
"I noticed that." Gibbs secretly thanked Ziva for head slapping him. "Good thing he doesn't quite understand the whole thing. Lord knows I can't handle two Anthony DiNozzo, Jrs."
"I'm ready to go!" Mikey was impatient, just like his father.
"Okay, Bub." Gibbs responded, dropping the Tony conversation, as they headed for the car.
"I don't any of us can." Abby said in regards to the Tony conversation. "Except maybe Ziva."
"Gotta love Ziver for that." Gibbs commented as the door shut after him.
