Sorry for the delay, guys. I wasn't able to get ahold of Charlie's notebook for a few days. But the good news is that I have it now, and I finished typing the whole rest of the story! And that's gonna sound much less impressive when I tell you that there's only one, short, two-page long chapter left after this one. Also, I should be able to post the last chapter tomorrow.
Tony and McGee awkwardly sat outside of the medical wing. Amaryllis had gone into labor thirteen hours earlier. Michael had been staying with Abby since then. Gibbs, Ducky, Jimmy, Ziva, and Dr. Phil were all helping to deliver the baby.
Tony expected screaming like on television, but Amaryllis hardly made a peep. After a few more minutes, Tony and McGee heard crying and they knew the baby had been born. Ziva poked her head out of the curtain and told them to come in.
When they walked in, Amaryllis held the tiny baby in her trembling arms. As soon as she saw Tony, she passed the child onto him. The child had little brown hairs poking out of its soft head and it looked up at him with blurry eyes. A few minutes later, Michael and Abby arrived.
"It's a girl," Ducky announced.
"What's her name?" Abby squealed, unable to contain her excitement.
Amaryllis though for a moment. "Toni."
"You don't have to do that." Tony blushed.
"Yeah," Gibbs said. "Why would you want to name your kid after him?"
Amaryllis giggled, taking Toni back in her arms. "I didn't name her after him, I named her after Toni Baisel."
Tony blushed and Amaryllis again giggled, telling him she was joking. Gibbs congratulated the new mother and Michael climbed up his leg and began to whine because he had wanted a brother. Gibbs ruffled the boy's hair and sat him down.
"Agent Gibbs," Michael said, "Are you guys going to fight He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named?"
"His name is Justin Time," McGee laughed. "He's not Voldemort, you can say his name."
Gibbs ignored Tim. "We are going to attack him tonight."
Michael began to cry. "Be careful."
At the sight of Michael crying, Abby began to bawl also. She clung to McGee and mumbled incoherent words into his chest. He smoothed her hair back and kissed the top of her head. Slowly, he detached himself from her and composed himself. He nodded to Gibbs and the rest of the agents and Jimmy followed him.
They would follow him anywhere, even to Hell and back.
The night was cold. No stars shone in the sky. The rebel army looked at the White House with a mixture of fear and excitement. That night they were going to take down Justin. A man by the name of Alan threw a makeshift grappling hook onto the roof and began to climb, followed by the rest of the army.
Once on the roof, Gibbs used an old screwdriver to open two vents. Ziva and McGee prepared to take half the army down one. Gibbs told them to cut down anyone in their path. They nodded and then they were gone. Gibbs, Tony, and Riff led their half of the army down the other.
They found themselves in a long and wide hallway. Already, they could hear gunshots and screaming coming from the other side of the building. Tony sent up a silent prayer for McGee and Ziva's safe return. He also prayed for his group and Jimmy, Fornell, and Luna, who were standing watch outside.
Justin's guards came barreling down the hallway. They didn't even take the time to aim before they began shooting. The rebels had the advantage of superior numbers, but the guards had the advantage of guns. Tony hoped that numbers would win.
Tony stuck his knife into a guard's gut and let him fall to the ground. He turned around just in time to see Riff get blown away by a guard with dark brown hair and black eyes. Riff was dead before he hit the ground. All rational thinking left Tony. He seized the guard by the throat and shoved him against a wall.
"Why did you kill him?" Tony demanded.
"Justin ordered us to kill as many of you as we could!" the boy cried.
"What's your name?"
"Jordan," he stuttered.
"Where is Justin?"
"Down the hall, to the left, through the double doors," Jordan muttered.
"Any last words?" Tony asked.
"I don't want to die!"
"Then you should have never been born."
Tony slit Jordan's throat and let him slip to the ground. Tony kneeled down beside Riff and closed his unseeing eyes. He snatched up Jordan's gun and threw it to Gibbs, giving him directions to Justin. Gibbs figured that Justin had sent out all his guards to fight, so he sent his half of the army to help the other half while he and Tony went after Justin.
Gibbs nudged open the double doors and he and Tony rushed in to be greeted by Vance, Justin, and three guards. All of which were armed. Gibbs lowered his gun, but kept a hand on his knife.
"Welcome back," Justin said. "Did you enjoy your stay so much you came for another visit?"
"Shut up," Gibbs growled. "Give up now or die."
"Why should I give up? You're on the short end of the stick."
Gibbs raised his gun and two of the guards aimed at him while the third aimed at Tony. Out of the corner of his eye, Tony saw Gibbs's head nod slightly. He took that as his cue. Tony pulled back his arm and let his knife fly. It caught the third guard square in the throat.
Tony heard a series of gunshots and saw the two other guards go down. He pumped his fist in the air and yelled something about Gibbs being a good shot. His celebration was cut short when he saw the wicked smile plastered on Justin's face. In that moment he knew something was terribly wrong.
Tony whirled around to see Gibbs collapse while holding his chest, a blossom of red blooming over his shirt. Tony rushed to his side, unintentionally turning his back to Justin. He tore off his jacket and pressed it to Gibbs's bleeding chest. He sent up another prayer for his boss.
"Tony," Gibbs breathed, "Distract him."
Tony didn't ask questions. He just did what he was told. "Justin, why are you doing this?"
Justin laughed. "My parents thought I was nothing more than a comic book junkie. I wanted to prove them wrong."
Tony scoffed. "It's not our fault you weren't hugged enough as a kid."
Justin twitched. Tony was making fun of him, just like the kids in high school. He had made sure he bombed his old school first. He did not like people picking on him. He imagined Tony as Ryan Dotts, the quarterback who had constantly antagonized him.
Tony could feel the blood flow slow down, but not stop completely. Gibbs was barely clinging to consciousness. Then Tony felt the white hot pain of a bullet ripping through his back.
Every time Charlie lets me name an OC, she kills them off. She killed off Spencer in The Road to Freedom, and she just killed off Riff. I liked Riff...I named him after one of my favorite characters from West Side Story. Although I did think it was awesome how Tony killed Riff's killer, just like in West Side Story. Okay, now for some completely shameless plugging for Charlie's next story! So the next story will be called The Point of No Return. It involves Gibbs being held captive. And there will also be some Tiva and McAbby, but it's not the main point of the story. I'm not sure when I'm gonna start posting it, I obviously have to type it first. Hopefully, the first chapter will be up next week. But that pretty much depends on how lazy I am over Easter break. I'm really excited for this story, I think it's gonna be awesome. And hopefully ya'll will read it.
Well, I'll hopefully be back here, posting the last chapter, tomorrow. See ya then!
