Title: Race Against Time: Alfa

Chapter Nine 'Lectures'
Rating:T+
Pairing:Tony/Ziva; Abby/McGee; Gibbs/Jenny; Jimmy P/OC
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, nor the character. I do own the character of Joey Todd.
Summary: Gibbs is surprised when he finds a photo in Kate's diary after her death. The girl looks just like Kate. Gibbs meets this girl Joey, but then she got linked with an terrorist. After she got hurt, Gibbs is willing to look after her. First story in line. R&R
Author's Note: Well, last chapter of this story. There will probably be a sequel, if you guys want a sequel. If I get enough reviews, I will! Enjoy the finale of 'Race Against Time: Alfa'!

Abby laid on her side, her head leant on her hand. She looked at the sleeping Tim. After he was checked out in the hospital, they let him go home. He didn't have any serious injuries to keep him in the hospital, he just had some bruises in his face and a bruised rib. So she brought him home and helped him in his bed. Now he was fast asleep. She turned on her back and her mind wondered off to the arrest of Dave. What did he mean with 'driving dead'? Joey was hiding something, that was for sure, but what? She was determined to find out, but now she had other sorrows. She turned her face when she heard him groan, he was awake. "Abs?" he asked, wondering what she was doing here. "I'm here," she told him and softly stroke his face. A smile slid over his face. "How're you feeling?" she asked. "Like I got hit by a serial killer," he smirked, she let out a chuckle. "Why are you still here?" he then asked, trying to turn on his side to face her, but his chest hurted. " 'Cause I..I love you too, Tim." She stared in his eyes, telling him she meant it. "You… what?" he asked, surprised, he didn't remember telling he loved her. "You don't remember, do you?" she asked and pulled back, afraid that she said to much. "No." He softly grabbed her arm to pull her back into him. He raised his head and kissed her soft. "But I do love you," he whispered. With a groan he laid back in the pillow, everything hurted. She stroke his face and stared in his eyes. "Good, 'cause I'm not gonna let you go again," she smiled and kissed him again. "You know we're breaking a rule, don't you?" he smirked. "As long as he doesn't know," she said and saw he was asleep. She smiled and laid her head next to his, her hand resting on his chest.

"What part of 'don't do anything without me' don't you understand?" Gibbs was furious, Joey had taken action against his order. "I'm sorry, Gibbs, but I had to do something. He was about stabbing McGee! You really wanted him dead?" Joey asked, she knew she was wrong, but without her interception Tim would be dead by now. "Of course not. But when I tell you to wait, you wait!" Angrily he looked at her. "I got it. Next time I'll let them die," she answered and sighed. Gibbs leant against the window, glancing at Joey. She was staring at the man in the other interrogation room, her jaw tightened and her eyes seemed to be on fire. "What are you hiding, Joes?" he suddenly asked, his voice soft. Her head cocked, did he suspect something? "What do you mean? I'm not hiding anything," she said, trying to control her voice. "You seem to know this man, better then anyone of the team," he said, it was more a statement then a question. "I'm a profiler and I worked on that case, Gibbs, so, yeah, I know that man better then you," she answered and glanced up at him, her eyes were still firing. "I'm going to interrogate him. You want to join?" He got up from the window and walked towards the door. "Better not. I think I'll kill him," she answered, without looking up to him. It wouldn't be a smart thing to go into that room. "Your call." He left the room and a few minutes later he entered the interrogation room, the door almost slammed at the wall. She saw Dave startle at the look of Gibbs and she just grinned. Gibbs would break him. "So, Dave. Your screwed." Gibbs cocked his head from the folder and stared at Dave. "I didn't do anything. I was trying to cut the ropes," Dave said, but Joey could see it was a desperate jump at freedom. "Not what the victim told us. You abducted him, tortured him and almost killed him." Gibbs' voice was cold as ice and Joey thought his eyes were too. "Maybe your victim was high," Dave smirked and leant back, seemly relaxed. Gibbs' hand hit the table hard and he rose from his chair. Joey couldn't see how Dave reacted, but she imagined he startled. "Cut the crap, Robertson. We linked you to these murders." One by one he laid out the photo's of the victims. Gibbs started wandering around Dave to intimidate him, Joey saw that Dave realized he got nailed. "Yes, I killed them," he said with a crazy glance at the window, it send shivers down Joey's spine. She would love to storm in and just…No, she couldn't do that. "Why?" she heard Gibbs' hard voice. " 'Cause they rejected me. I'm damn good at my job, but just because I don't have the right licenses they rejected me," he said, suddenly angry. "So you decided to kill them?" The crazy look returned on his face as he grimaced once again at the window. Although she knew he couldn't see her, she turned her face away. "Yes. They had to pay for the pain they caused me," he said. "What about him? You didn't apply at him." Gibbs held up the photo of Greg, Dave smirked. "He knew to much, just like Noa. She almost had me." Her head cocked hearing her name. What did he say there? "You mean Joey?" Gibbs asked confused. "Is that how's she's called now? Whatever," Dave answered. She saw Gibbs turning to face her with a questioning look on his face. Oh no, he figured it out. In panic she left the dark interrogation room, slamming the door behind her.

Tim cracked open his eyes, he felt he slept a whole week. He tried to get up, but the pain in his chest remembered him at the events. He moaned and laid back. The door cracked open and Abby came walking in. She was wearing one of his MIT shirts and nothing else. For a moment he thought it looked sexy on her and grinned. "Hey, you're awake," she said and walked towards him. "How are you feeling?" she asked and brushed his face softly. "Better, I guess. Did Gibbs get the guy?" he then asked, propping his elbows under his body. "No. Joey did." He watched her face change, something was bothering her. "Dave seemed to know her in a hinky way," she told him confused. "She chased him down, of course he knows her," he said, he didn't see why she made a point of it. "No, it was different. He thought she was dead. He called her a driving dead." Now it was Tim who was confused. "There's something hinky about her, Tim. I can feel it in my gut. But enough of that. You hungry?" she asked him and jumped on her feet. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in his arms. "Not really," he whispered and kissed her intense. He wrapped his arm on her back, tugging her into him. He felt her arm wrapping around his neck and moved her body upon his. She felt him harden under her and she grinned. He tried to pull out the MIT shirt she was wearing and had to interrupt the kiss. His eyes searched for hers to meet. "You sure?" he whispered. She just nodded and helped him out of his shirt. Carefully she avoided his sore spots on his chest. She leant into him to kiss him again. "I want you," she whispered and moved her hips against his underbody. His hands slipped between their bodies and pulled down her panties and his boxer. He softly touched her sensitive spot before sliding into her. She gasped when he entered her fully and stopped moving for a second. Then she started slowly riding on him, feeling how he filled her every time. With an intense glance she looked him in the eyes. She speeded up the tempo and drove him to his edge. "Slower," he gasped, he didn't wanna come yet. She ignored him and kept speeding up. "Oooh..Abs…Mmm," he groaned and released himself in her. He felt her spasm on him, she had reached her edge too. Exhausted she rolled off him, gasping for air. He rolled on his side to face her and stroke her hair out of her face. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, just to let her know he loved her. "I love you too, Timmy," she smirked.

They sat on a table in the bar. He was drinking a scotch, she a cola. "He knows it," she told him, her eyes darted in the air. "How?" He took a zip of his scotch, grimacing at the sharp feeling of alcohol. "An old case I worked on. The suspect recognized me," she sighed, knowing she was in trouble. "I have to leave, don't I?" she asked the older man across her. "What did Gibbs say?" he ignored her question. "Nothing. I left to meet you," she answered, trying to hide her emotions. In the short time she was with Gibbs and his team, she felt..safe there. A feeling she hadn't had in a long time. "Maybe you should have waited," he gestured. "There was no way I could talk me out of it. Dave called me Noa." Her voice raised a little bit. He just nodded an took another zip. "I'll see what I can do. Go talk to Gibbs and if there's no other way, tell him," he said and stood up. "Then I rather leave. I don't want to put him and the team in danger because of me," she suddenly decided and glanced up at him. "Don't underestimate the man." The older man turned his back to her and left. She sighed and stared out of the window. Her phone started ringing and she first checked the caller's ID before answering. "Joey…On my way, boss." She hung up and dropped some money on the table for the drinks and left the bar for what would be probably the hardest conversation she ever had…

Tony stretched his legs and laid his hand behind his head. His glance wandered to the desk across him, Ziva was focused on her computer. A smile played across his face, she looked sexy when she was focused. "What are you staring at?" Her dark, sharp eyes suddenly met his and his grin just grew bigger. "Just enjoying the view," he teased her. "You like what you're seeing, DiNozzo?" Gibbs suddenly barked, he was in a pretty bad mood. "No…I mean, yes boss," he stuttered and quickly sat straight up. He shared a glance with Ziva, she just shrugged. Tony turned his attention back to his report of the arrest of Dave Robertson. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Tony's and Ziva's head cocked, who was so crazy to return this hour of day? At first they saw nobody, but then Joey turned around the bullpen. "You called, boss?" Her voice was soft, broken. Gibbs' head cocked and his jaw tightened. He stood up and walked towards her, his eyes searched for hers. "My office," he groaned and walked towards the elevator. With a hanging head she followed him. Before she entered the elevator, she looked back at Tony and Ziva, printing the image to her brain. Then she got in and the doors closed behind her. Quietly Gibbs hit the button to go down, she could sense his anger. He had every right for it. When the elevator started moving, he hit the emergency button. He turned to face her, with an angrily look on his face. "You gotta tell me something, Noa?" he asked, his eyes coldly. She swallowed hard, there was no way she could talk herself out of it, not with Gibbs. "I..I can't," she said simply. "You can't? Who are you? Are you Kate's daughter anyway?" he snapped, he had enough of these lies. She glanced up at him. "No. I am not. She…took me in after…" Her voice broke, images of the past filled her head. "After what? Do I needed to beat it out of you?" he said, his eyes fired at her. "I can't tell you, J…" His warning gaze made her change her words. "Gibbs. I don't want to put you or the team in danger," she tried to explain. "We are every single day in danger," he yelled and she closed her eyes. "Not that kinda danger. I'm talking about Al-Qaeda, Mossad," she finally said after a moment of silence. His eyes narrowed. "You have contact with Al-Qaeda?" he asked surprised. "Not anymore, they think I'm dead. Look, I already said to much. I better leave and you better forget about me, okay?" she suddenly snapped, she had to get away from him, to save the team. Gibbs looked confused at her, he didn't want her to leave. "Look, I'm in witness protection. My cover has been blown here, I have to leave," she said, seeing the confused look on his face. "No. We'll work something out. I'll talk to Fornell." He switched the elevator back on. "No, Jethro. The team, Abby, they won't trust me anymore," she said, she made her decision. She would leave. Gibbs looked back at her, desperate to keep her. He saw the broken look in her eyes, begging not to make it harder then it already was. The elevator reached his point and the door slid open. In front of it were three man standing. "Miss Ezra?" The biggest asked and Joey nodded. "It's time," was all he said. "I'll get my things." She rode into the lab, trying to hold back her tears. She heard Gibbs was following her. "Can I stop them from taking you away?" he asked soft. She just shook her head, trying not to cry. Quickly she packed her things and pulled an white envelop out of her back pack. "I explained everything in this letter. You may read it to the team, if you want," she whispered and handed it over to Gibbs. "Now, go. Please." She turned her back to him and waited for him to leave. For a moment he struggled, his gut told him to stay, but he didn't want to make it harder for her. So he turned and left the lab. He past the three men and pushed the button up. The letter burned in his hand. The doors slid open and he got in. Suddenly he realized the men were gone. He looked at the backdoor, but the corridor was empty. Then he heard a scream of fear, followed by a shot. He rushed out of the elevator to the lab, bumping into the three men who fled to the backdoor. He realized there was no point of haunting them, it was three to one. He ran into the lab and found her lying on the floor, her eyes stared lifeless at the door. It was then that he realized the man had looked Iraqis…

END OF PART 1