A/N: I'm glad y'all liked the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one!
Recovering Lisa and McGee: (Part Two)
Tony sighed. Talking to the protesters (well, the ones who spoke English) led them nowhere. No one knew, or would admit, to where the Riveras and Garcia's hideout was. He angrily slammed his fist on the car roof. "There's got to be something else we can do!"
"There isn't…yet," Mark said with a sigh.
Tony grumbled to himself and slid into the passenger's seat. "Let's go meet up with Gibbs and Ziva." Mark nodded and pulled the car away from the embassy crowd.
"Do you think they're alive?" Tony asked looking over at Mark.
Mark sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Depends, really. But I'm sure they're fine," he added quickly. Tony clenched his jaw and stayed quiet.
Lisa rested her head against the stone wall. Marie was asleep on the other side of the cell. Her heart still stung with remorse for McGee. She was surely going to be taken off Gibbs' team now. And she didn't want to be a replacement.
She massaged her face, realizing how prominent her cheekbones had become in just a few days. She slid her fingers through her hair and draped her hair over her right shoulder. She needed to come up with a plan. Just in case NCIS and the CIA had left her to her own devices. The question was, how would she escape? How would she get Marie to safety?
Lisa blew out a puff of air and kneaded her fingers into her temple. She was so thirsty. Her parched throat was really starting to aggravate her.
Suddenly a small space at the bottom of the steel door slid aside and a tray full of food and a bottle of water was pushed through. Then, as quickly as it had opened it closed. Lisa crawled over to tray and examined the contents. There was only enough for one.
"You can have it," Marie's voice said. Lisa looked over her shoulder.
The little girl was sitting up. "They'll bring another one tonight, I can eat then," she said.
Lisa sucked on her lower lip. "Are you sure? I mean, we could split it."
She stubbornly shook her head. "It's okay. Go ahead."
Lisa smiled gratefully at her and eagerly snatched the water bottle up from the tray. She twisted the lid off and took two large gulps. What a God-send.
Tony tapped the side of his seat anxiously. Gibbs and Ziva had found a lead and they had already formed a plan.
The Rivera's hideout was the basement of a family-owned restaurant. They had sent Ziva and Mark in to poke around. So, that left Tony and Gibbs monitoring from a car outside.
"Tony, stop," Gibbs said looking at him.
Tony sighed. "Sorry, boss." Gibbs nodded and looked back to their target of interest. Tony shifted in his seat. "Boss, do you think we'll find them in time?"
Gibbs turned his head to look at him. "Yeah, we'll bring 'em home in one piece."
"They are here," Ziva's voice said in their earpiece.
Gibbs lifted his wrist to his mouth. "We're coming in." He nodded to Tony and then proceeded to leave the car, Tony mirroring his actions.
Lisa paced back and forth as she nibbled on a bread biscuit. She could have sworn she heard shouting from above. Shouting that sounded like Tony. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She probably just imagined it because she wants to hear a familiar voice. She went to the wall and sat down against it. She covered her eyes with her hands and sighed.
That's when she heard a loud BANG! She jumped to her feet and Marie sat up. They heard more voices, gunshots, and then someone pounded on their door. Marie fled to behind Lisa.
"Anyone in there?" Gibbs shouted.
Lisa let out a breath and grinned. "Yes, yes we're here!" The lock clicked and it swung aside. Mark and Ziva were supporting a weary and bloody McGee and Tony and Gibbs stood in front. Lisa's face brightened. "Tim, you're alive!" Tony's grin fell as she focused on McGee solely.
He smiled as she threw her arms around him. "There were gunshots. I thought they killed you," she said helping him remain standing.
McGee coughed. "Well, I'm very alive." Lisa chuckled and kissed his cheek. Ziva and Mark took over.
Lisa moved over and smiled at Tony. "You found us."
He forced a smile and nodded. "Wouldn't have stopped until we had."
"Well, thank you anyway," she said placing a kiss on his cheek.
His smile grew and he cleared his throat. "Ready to go, boss?"
Gibbs was walking back to the door holding Marie's hand. "Yup, let's get outta here."
Lisa sat down on her cushioned private jet plane seat. "It feels so good to be going home." Tony sat down across from her, and McGee to Lisa's right.
McGee sighed contently. "Yes, it does."
Lisa smiled at him. "I think we make a good team, Tim."
He returned the smile and placed his hand on top of hers. "We do."
Tony glared at their hands. He still couldn't figure out why he felt so jealous. Lisa had never expressed interest in him that way. Had she? He tore his gaze off them and looked out the window.
"The pilot says we will arrive in seven hours," Ziva reported sitting down next to Tony.
Lisa yawned. "Good, I can catch up on my sleep." She stood. "I'm going to make use of that couch-to-bed thing back there."
A smile lifted McGee's pale features. "If you don't mind I think I'll join you. A mattress ought to feel good after two days of concrete."
Lisa shrugged. "Same rules as the hotel."
"Yes, ma'am," he said slowly rising from his chair.
Tony watched them go, mouthing, "Hotel rules?" He reclined his chair and crossed his arms, turning onto his side.
Ziva pulled out a nail file and examined her nails. "Are you a green monster, Tony?"
Tony's brow furrowed as he rolled onto his back to look at her. "It's are you jealous not the green monster."
"Whatever," Ziva said. "But are you?"
"Why does it matter to you?"
She glanced over at him, an eyebrow cocked upward. "You are my friend."
Seven hours later…
"Mah-Gee, you're going with the EMTs. Ziva, go with them," Gibbs said. "Tony, take Lisa home."
"Yes, boss," they all said in unison. Tony placed his hand on the small of Lisa's back, leading her off the plane.
They watched McGee and Ziva leave in the ambulance and then went to the car. "Where do you live?" Tony asked.
"The old run-down apartment complex behind Franklin mall," Lisa answered getting into the passenger's side.
Tony stuck the key in the ignition and started the car. "Really? Because that's not…"
"The best of places to live, I know," Lisa said raising her hand for him to stop. "But it's the only option for me right now."
He didn't look at her. They drove in silence. It wasn't until they had arrived that he spoke. "Hey, it's three in the morning, let me walk you up."
Lisa smiled. "You don't have to."
He smiled back. "But I want to."
She slowly moved her head in an up and down motion and opened the car door. She led Tony up to her apartment (374A). Fortunately for them they encountered no high thugs or drunken gang members looking for a fight.
Lisa paused in front of her door and dug out the key from her purse. Tony glanced down the hall at a collection of a few guys. Lisa unlocked the door and he gently pushed her inside going in after her. He carefully shut the door behind him and bolted the lock.
"How long have you been living here, exactly?" he asked turning to face her.
The apartment was small. On the left wall was the door to the bedroom and assumingly the only bathroom. And on the right was the small black kitchen set. The walls appeared to have once been painted burgundy with white trim but the colors had long since faded. The burgundy now represented a light lavender-pink mix.
The furniture looked even worse than the paint. The single couch was tan and the fabric was torn in several places leaving some gaping holes for stuffing to him out. Across from the couch was a small table with an old dark gray TV-DVD player on top.
Lisa shrugged as she set her purse down on the egg cream colored countertop. "Within a few days of joining the agency."
He watched her with curiosity and slight admiration. "How do you manage? It's clear this is gang territory."
She turned to glance back at him, a light smile masking her weary face. "I sleep with a gun. Having my badge nearby isn't a bad thing to do either."
He grinned and stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, a low chuckle leaving his mouth. "Did you tell McGoo that?"
Lisa tossed her bags onto the couch; she had a wry smile on. "No. But he found out quick enough."
He laughed and pointed his index finger at her. "That is a story I would love to hear one day but I should really go."
She yawned and nodded. "Yeah, it is three."
He moved his hand back into its pocket and smiled at her. She was kind of cute when she yawned. But he quickly moved his gaze away and cleared his throat, hoping he hadn't drawn too much attention to himself. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow…or I guess later today."
She went over to him and hugged him. He instantly wrapped his arms around her in return. They embraced for what felt like years to Tony and then…he released her.
"Thank you," she whispered. Their faces were so close now. He wanted to lean down and kiss those full lips…but he didn't.
He took a step back and gave her a goofy smile. "No problem." Lisa took a step forward and kissed his cheek.
"Good bye, Tony," she said.
He murmured the pleasantry back as he unbolted the door and made his escape.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up, I've been busy. I hope you liked it! Please leave a review!