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G. Callen is invited to an event he never thought would happen, the marriage ceremony of Anthony DiNozzo, Jr. When he found out who the bride was, he couldn't believe it. Could he find out what was really going on before Tony sings the 'Wedding Bell Blues'?
Disclaimer: The characters and sets of NCIS: LA are all owned by CBS, Donald P. Bellisario, and Shane Brennan. I only own a copy of the DVDs from season 1-6. I do get to play with everyone, but they all have to be home by curfew.
A/N: Thank you, everyone, who has read, followed, favorited, or reviewed this story. I especially loved the PMs I got where people talked about these characters as if they were real. This epilogue ties a few loose ends together and wipes the screen clean to start another fantasy. Will the paths of the major players in this adventure cross paths again? Only time and the plot bunnies will tell. Until that possibility, enjoy the ride.
Whose Wife is She Anyway
Epilogue
. . . . .
Nell booked a flight to Los Angeles later that day. She enjoyed her status as a temporary agent at the MCRT, but she was truly homesick for the comfort of Ops and all of her friends back there. It was fun in Washington, but she still felt so out of place. And being placed in charge of an investigation? Maybe with a lot more learning at the feet of their great tactician, she might try it again someday.
On the way to the airport, Gibbs once more told her, "If you ever wanted to transfer to Washington, I would be glad to have you join my team permanently, as an agent, as an analyst, whatever you wanted to do."
"Thanks for the offer, Gibbs," She answered, "but I really have to decline your offer, at least for the moment. As you can tell, I am used to working with people who think and act outside the box, more like I do. Unfortunately, you and your people are way too much by the book. Nothing wrong with that, but it's just not me."
"I don't know where Hetty found you, but you and Callen are perfect for each other. When you see him, please tell him that I approve."
Nell thought she knew what he was talking about, and she wondered if she should relay that message to Callen.
. . . . .
Callen drove out to LAX to pick up Nell. Hetty wanted to send a car for her, and her senior agent demanded that he be the one to do it. The man had been extremely moody and angry with himself ever since he confirmed that Tracy Rosetti was not locked up in prison. He just went on and on about how he should have slapped the cuffs on her in the receiving line, and to hell with Tony and the rest of the guests. The score now stood: Tracy/Zoe two and Callen one. There might be a good chance that in both their lines of work, that might be the final score. He would have lost, and how he hated to loose.
His disposition changed immediately when he saw his pixie. He forgot all the little things that he had lost with Tracy when he realized everything that he had gained with Nell. It was no contest at all because it was never a game with them. She had captured his heart, and he knew it would be a lifetime sentence.
. . . . .
It was the middle of the week before the Washington office received an answer to their international BOLO sent to NCIS field offices throughout the world. Kevin Harris, the deputy operations manager in the London field office had persuaded a contact he had in MI6 to let him run a facial recognition on incoming passengers at Heathrow airport for the time in question. He found an image of a woman matching Zoe's description exiting the British Airways concourse on a flight from the US. Further investigation showed that her British passport, issued in the name of Priscilla Uttley, was for a seventy-three-year-old woman from Brighton in East Sussex, who had died three years earlier. She picked up no luggage and climbed into a car that showed no license plates, at the airport entrance. From there on, she completely disappeared. They would continue to watch for her, but right now it appeared to be a hopeless cause.
. . . . .
Both Glen Marsh and Robyn King were called into Director Vance's office.
"The two of you realize why you are here, correct?" Vance asked.
"Yes, sir," Glen responded. "Both of us allowed unauthorized personnel to use NCIS assets. We should have never allowed Zoe to use Tony's computer."
"To make sure that the two of you understand how important that is, each of you will be furloughed for two weeks, Maybe you can use that time to think about all the damage that could have been done to our systems if someone really wanted to sabotage them, or all the information that could have been compromised and made available to our enemies."
"Yes, sir," both of them said.
"Your furloughs start now, dismissed."
They turned and left the office.
Glen went home and wondered how he was going to tell his wife that their finances were going to take a big hit with the hours he would be missing.
Robyn was less worried about it. She knew that Holly Webster would have to pick up her hours. Holly really hated filling in for her, because all Robyn's hours were on the weekend. Holly was a party animal and spent every weekend wherever she could kick up her heels. She would demand that Robyn would pay her back by taking her hours and extending her weekends. Since she would want Robyn to repay her, two for one, Robyn would actually come out ahead on this disciplinary action.
. . . . .
Robyn King walked out of the Navy Yard office and continued until she came to a cafe selling tacos that had seating on the patio. Looking around to see if she had been followed, she placed her order and sat with her back to the building. She took out her burner phone from a hidden inside pocket of her purse and dialed a number. Waiting just a moment for the pickup, she started speaking in a low voice.
-"It's me."-
-"A two-week suspension."-
-"The LA bitch undid everything."-
-"No, they don't suspect anything."-
-"They have no idea where she is."-
-"Understand, sir. Will initiate the protocol."-
With that, she ended the conversation, looked around again, and contentedly bit into her taco. NCIS just does not know who they are dealing with, she thought. Get rid of one and another is waiting in the wings to replace them.
. . . . .
Robyn did not see the man on the other side of the street, sitting at a table with a menu hiding the device that was recording her call. She has no idea that we are on to her, he thought to himself with a smirk. We will have to play her carefully so she does not go running off like the last one did.
FINISH
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