Decker's Deed Chapter 11, a ncis fanfic

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Svetlana tapped her foot impatiently as they sat in the SUV outside a hotel, waiting for the rest of her hired men to come out and get in the back. Some of them were staying at a different hotel, so they were taking another car to the coordinates that her contact had given her. She huffed angrily; the security team had set off already to meet up with Jenny so her plan to get her alone had failed completely. There was no way they would be able to overtake them and get to the coordinates first, especially since her hit men were taking so damn long to get ready. She had been waiting for nearly ten minutes and they were only just walking out of the door towards them. Viggo gave her knee a quick squeeze and then shouted at the men to hurry up and get in the car, causing a sudden flurry of activity from them. Viggo had a reputation back in Russia, and these boys knew about it. They knew he wouldn't be opposed to putting a bullet in them if they annoyed him, since just killing something, friend or foe, made Viggo happy. They piled in the car and Viggo set off, not even giving them time to buckle in. He laughed at the looks on their faces causing Svetlana to smile in response. Viggo's laughter never failed to put her in a good mood and right then, she really needed to smile.

The day's events had been about as far from her plans as they could get, her hopes of finding Jenny and killing her quickly being dashed almost from the word go. Now it seemed that she would have to send in the hit men and hope that they could deal with whatever Jenny's security team could throw at them. She settled back in her seat and sighed, watching the city pass by her window, hoping it would turn in to desert soon.

Ziva gritted her teeth and tried to take a deep breath, the heat and the sand all conspiring to dry out her throat and stop her from being able to blink without pain. The last drink she'd had, was a glass of water by the poolside, and she was deeply regretting coming out in to the desert without some form of liquid. Tony sighed next to her, obviously feeling the same way she did and he checked the petrol tank meter again. Empty apparently, although they were still moving, the car not giving up yet. It must know they were on a very important errand and that delay might mean the difference between life and death. Tony was just picking up his phone to call McGee and ask if he could point them in the direction of the nearest petrol station, when Ziva spotted a sign up ahead, proclaiming gas and cold drinks. She must be in heaven.

"Tony, there is a sign." She pointed it out to him and he put his phone back in his pocket, relieved.

"I see it; finally we can have a cold drink! I think I'm going to be sucking lozenges for weeks after this trip." Ziva nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with him. It seemed like the desert knew they had shirked their duty and was punishing them before Gibbs could, although Ziva could quite honestly say she wasn't sure which punishment would be worse.

Tony pulled in and parked in front of a pump, jumping out to fill the tank as fast as possible so he could go choose some drinks. Ziva sat in the car quietly, watching the other patrons to make sure no one was even thinking of stealing their car. Tony reappeared with an arm full of bottled drinks, not taking any chances since they may be out in the hostile environment of the desert for a while. He passed one to Ziva when he approached her window and she opened it immediately, taking a long drink from it. Tony got back in the car and did the same, putting the other bottles in the glove compartment. He started the car and they pulled out in to the road, setting off towards the coordinates McGee had given them, hoping Gibbs wouldn't be angry with them for tracking them down. Ziva watched out of her mirror as two SUV's came in to view in the distance behind them and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. One of those was the same one that had shown up at the funeral. She watched it for a few moments before pointing it out to Tony.

"Tony there are two SUV's following us." He nodded and checked his mirrors.

"Yeah I know. I saw them at the petrol station. Don't worry, we can get there before them, they don't stand a chance against this car." Ziva threw him a doubtful look. Just because the car had a stripe, it didn't mean it could go faster or handle sand better.

"Perhaps I should drive?" Tony blanched at the thought of being subjected to her driving and then tried to look positive, so she had no reason to wrestle the steering wheel from him, which he knew she was dying to do.

"Err… no Ziva, I've got it. We'll be there in no time."

Mike didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but he could see a car with two of Gibbs' team in it and two SUV's behind them, right behind them. He turned from the door and shouted across the diner at Jenny and Jethro, who seemed to have moved from the wall to behind a counter, their moans and groans coming just a little bit faster. He hoped to hell that they hadn't actually started something behind there, because they were about to get some guests, both invited and not invited. They didn't have time to put clothes back on.

"Hey, we got company. Put her down and get your gun out Probie, your team is coming in hot!" he watched in amusement as they both suddenly appeared with clothes almost straight and smooth, the only indication of their rough and tumble being the state of their hair, which was a little bit hectic. Apparently they had just been indulging in some heavy petting, which was good. They wouldn't have to explain any strange smells or blushes to the more worldly member of the team once he entered the diner. Jenny gave him a shy smile, completely in counterpoint to her usual gruff no nonsense self, who couldn't care less what people thought. She obviously had forgotten that he was there, which brought a sly grin to his own face. He readied his gun and then remarked upon their absence.

"You two were back there for quite a while. Anything I should know about?" he gave Jenny a wolfish grin and she rolled her eyes at him, moving up to the door to see Tony and Ziva's car speed further up the road, getting closer to the diner with each second, the SUV's not falling behind. Mike then turned to Jethro. "I trust you know what you are doing, because I could show you if you've forgotten." He waggled his eyebrows, his eyes showing how close he was to laughter.

"Mike!" Jethro protested with a smirk on his lips at the old man's expression of his blessing. It might not be what you would expect as a blessing, but Mike wasn't the kind of guy that stuck to the accepted ways of doing things, so you really had to know Mike to see it. Jethro thought of Mike more as his father than the old git who really was, except this father was a really great friend too, so his blessing meant a lot to him. He pulled out his gun as he was told and stood next to Jenny at the door, mentally urging Tony and Ziva to ditch the car and run to the diner, before the SUV's stopped and got a shot off.

Svetlana pushed the clip in to her gun and pulled off the safety, putting it carefully on the dash board and then readying Viggo's weapon for him, so he could jump out of the car with his gun as soon as the car stopped. The red car in front of them had been ridiculously easy to find and follow, the distinctive white stripe allowing them to distinguish it from the other red cars they had encountered, although they hadn't seen another car for quite some time since entering the desert. They had recognised the car from the beach, when they had pulled up to investigate Sasha's death, so they had known they were following the right car. Why bother trying to follow some vague coordinates when there was another car going the same way which they could just follow? At first they had tried to stay out of their field of vision, so they wouldn't realise they were being followed, but getting petrol at the station had put them behind, and they had caught up to them too quickly before they saw them, so there had been no point in trying to stay away. The little red car had attempted to lose them, but they had failed, the small car was not really meant for sandy terrain, while the big SUV's were designed for off road travel.

Svetlana cast a glance into the back, watching the hit men get their own guns ready and then she leaned over to Viggo, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He was hoping to get in the thick of it almost immediately and she had to admit, she was scared for him. She was going to follow after the men had gone in. Part of her was not really ready to put her life on the line, an image of her sons face stopping her from running full pelt up the road by Viggo's side. She would do it though, for Anatoly she would go in there and make sure Jenny died, and then she could go after Mr. Oshimaida with Viggo and the other survivors. She put a hand on Viggo's leg as the car came to a stop, preventing him from leaving the car without giving her some attention. He looked across to her and took in her expression. She was worried. He grinned at her and took her face in his hands, pulling her in for a deep kiss. The hit men all filed out of the car, shooting at the red car in front and rushing up to the diner, but Svetlana didn't care. She had a terrible sense of foreboding about this and she didn't want to let Viggo go. He pulled back from the kiss and picked up his gun, jumping out of the vehicle and rushing towards the rest of the men. Svetlana watched for a moment, making sure he made it alright and then she got out of the car, gun in hand and started towards the diner herself.