Chapter 10-Grief
Gibbs Residence
1530 hours
Terry was furiously packing his clothes and gear. Anger drove him, but it was also fear. Fear of what Ziva would do to him when she found out he was the reason Tony was dead. Well, he didn't plan on being around to find out. With one last look around his room, Terry walked down the stairs and thought his days at NCIS were over.
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Ziva's Apartment
1900 hours
Ziva and Collin were asleep on her bed, exhausted. Gibbs, Jen, Abby, McGee and even Ducky sat vigil in the living room. When Gibbs arrived at Ziva's door three hours ago, she hadn't believed him at first. He remembered the conversation and doubted he would ever forget it.
"Hey, Ziva." Gibbs said, "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure, Jethro," She said, standing, back and allowing her boss to enter. Then she stopped to look at her mentor and realized something was wrong.
"What happened?" She asked, looking at Collin watching TV on the couch. Ziva could feel the dread forming like a rock in her stomach.
"Tony's dead, Ziva."
She turned white and screamed. She sank to the floor and Gibbs knelt quickly and wrapped his arms around her. Collin ran up, tears in his eyes. Gibbs reached out and pulled the child to him and let them cry on to his shoulder.
"Jethro?" Jen asked, bring him back to the present.
He turned and she could see guilt written on his face. "Yeah, Jenny?"
"Where is he?"
Gibbs was silent for a long minute. "I don't know, and frankly, I don't care."
"That's what I thought you'd say." Jen said, picking up a sleeping Samuel and walking out of the apartment.
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