Chapter 13. Okay so here it is. Don't know if it is any good but you will tell me that won't you? :-) Ah well enjoy. I will have the next chapter next week some time.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine except for Ethan…and the bad guys but I don't really care if I own the bad guys.
As mentioned before Tides of Grey and myself decided that I should write the rest of it un betaed so any mistakes are Maroon-Bassoon-755's. (not really but I am blaming her.)
The door clanged shut behind Kate and the man dragging her away. Jenny stared after them for several second before she heard another voice. The clang had finally awoken Ziva.
"What is going on?" Ziva asked groggily, "Where is Kate?"
Jenny threw one more look at the door before turning to face Ziva. "Some man came in asked which one of us was Special Agent Caitlin Todd, and Kate told him that was her."
"She should have known that he would take her," Ziva said angrily.
"She did," Jenny replied quietly.
Ziva looked at Jenny. Three years ago she would not have been able to comprehend that kind of loyalty. Now she looked on it as exactly what she would have done if she were placed in that position. "She knew that if no one answered they would take us all," Ziva remarked more to herself then Jenny.
"She was protecting us but giving them exactly what they wanted," Jenny said torn between gratitude and confusion.
"I think she did the right thing," Ziva said, "if you think about it she had been running for over three years. You and I have both been there and I am sure that you remember that point when everything comes flooding back and you cannot run any more."
"Unfortunately the difference is that when you and Kate reached that point you fought back," Jenny said sadly, "I just took off running faster in the opposite direction." Jenny closed her for a few seconds and all the memories of Paris came flooding back to her. Not the good memories where she and Jethro were laughing. The painful ones where she watched the police arresting him and she did nothing. The day where she had woken up early and left a note on the table then disappeared before he could wake and give her a reason to stay.
"Jenny when we get out of here, you are going to stop running from him," Ziva told Jenny firmly.
"We need to get out of here first," Jenny reminded Ziva.
"We will," Ziva said firmly. The word that hung unspoken in the air was 'somehow.'
ANOTHER ROOM OF THE UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
The man dragged Kate down the hall. She tried to remember all the turns that they took but was pretty sure that she had forgotten some of them by the time they got to the room they were heading for. Once inside the room the man let Kate to the chair in the middle of the room. As he tied her hands and ankles together, she noticed that several more men waited inside this room.
Once she was completely secured the first man stepped back against the wall, and the man Kate assumed to be the leader stepped forward.
"What do you want with me?" Kate asked.
"Revenge," the man replied with a smirk, "nothing more."
SOMEWHERE OVER THE U.S.A.
Abby and McGee sat in the front row of seats. Gibbs and Tony in the next row over. Ethan and Ducky were the row behind them. Each member of the team had completely different thoughts on their mind.
Abby looked out the window and stared down on the land below her, not really seeing any of it. They were a team and effectively she had been the one to rip them in half. Why had she argued with Ziva? Was it because she hadn't wanted to believe that Ziva was right? Probably. Kate being alive, but alone for three years hurt.
McGee looked at Abby. She was the only girl who wasn't currently sitting in a cell somewhere. Part of him was grateful for that and the other part felt extremely guilty about feeling that way. Jenny he was not as strongly connected to, but he had a feeling that if Jenny died, they would lose Gibbs, too. Kate and Ziva he had worked with for years and he cared about very much. He also was quite sure that Tony would be lost without Ziva.
Ducky was worried mainly about the girls but also about what was going to happen when the plane landed. They were a team and all needed each other. Lose one and they would break just as the had when Kate had 'died.'
Ethan looked around at the people his sister caller her team. They looked normal but they also looked determined. It was also quiet clear that they were not flying across the country to that the girls. They were going to save THEIR girls.
Tony looked out the window. 'Why had he listened to Abby?' he asked himself. He loved her like a sister but he loved Ziva as…something more. He didn't know when exactly the change had occurred. He just knew that it had, and he knew that he needed her back. She could not died without him telling her that he loved her…she could not die.
Gibbs let his mind drift back to Paris. Walks along the Seine…Laughing in the rain…Their last summer and the memories that remain. He still didn't know what he had done to make her run off. Maybe he never would but he wanted with all his heart to get a chance to make it right. He could count on two fingers then number of women who he had really loved. The first was Shannon, who had died but he still loved. The second was Jenny, who he was not about to let follow Shannon. He hadn't been able to save his family when it was Shannon and Kelly, but he was sure going to do his best to save this family, because that is what they had really become: a family.
He and Jenny were the parents. Kate, Tony, Abby, and Tim were the original children and Ziva was another child who he loved just as much. He had lost Kate and Jenny once…he was not going to lose them again, and he was not going to lose Ziva for a first time.
The flight attendant's voice broke the silence, "please return all seatbacks and tray tables to their full and upright positions and prepare for landing." The team did as they were told, and after a few minutes the felt the telltale bump of the wheels hitting the runway. Now it was time for their fight to begin…everything was on the line.
How was it? I liked the last line but I don't know about the rest of it. So speak to me. By the way: Did anybody catch the line that I took from an ABBA song? Review please.