She peels the shirt over her head, and all eyes fall on her. The EMT assessing her ignores the fact that she's down to a bra. He has seen so many uncensored body parts that he automatically blocks them out. He measures the bruise on her sternum. He takes a listen to her heart, and lungs.
"Are we done?" She questions impatiently.
"Yes. It will take us about ten minutes to go to the hospital."
"I don't think that's necessary," she argues.
"Ma'am you probably have a concussion. You need to be seen by a doctor."
"They aren't going to do anything even if I have a concussion."
"An x-ray will confirm."
"There will be no x-ray," she argues.
Gibbs clears his throat. He looks at the EMT's.
"Why don't the two of you give us a minute? I am certain that she will be happy to go wherever you would like to take her, after I talk to her."
The two EMT's step out of the vehicle, and close the doors. Sarah pulls her t-shirt over her head. Gibbs stands up, and moves to the other side of the vehicle. He stands over Mac.
"You could have been killed in there."
"You could have told me that you had your staff floating around as wait staff," she argues.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"Did you have a better plan?"
"Yeah, mine involved you not getting shot."
"It was the only way," she argues.
"You are lucky that McGee was there. If he had showed up two seconds later we would be scraping your brains off the floor in there. Who would have helped? The terrorists would have gotten away, and your daughter would be an orphan."
"You wouldn't have let that happen."
"That isn't the point," he argues at the vein in his head pulsates.
"What do you want me to say?"
"It would have been nice for us to have been on the same page."
"I thought that it would be better if we improvised."
"That almost got you killed."
"I'm fine," she argues.
"At what point were you going to tell me?"
"My plan?"
"It's obvious that you had no intentions of telling me about your plan at all. That isn't what I'm talking about."
"What are you talking about?"
He stares at her, and shakes his head, "General MacKenzie, I am not blind."
She looks at her Kevlar vest. "I know, two more inches and the bullet would have completely missed the vest."
He shakes his head, "That isn't what I'm talking about, and you know it."
"What are you talking about?"
"You must think that I am a complete idiot."
"What makes you think that?"
"You left out one minor detail."
"I know that the security guy caught you off guard, but…" she tries to shift the conversation.
"I am not talking about the security guy, dammit!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Were you planning on telling me that you're pregnant, at any point during all of this?"
She swallows hard, and all the color drains from her face, "No."
"Why not?"
"I didn't think that it would matter."
"You were almost assassinated by two terrorists."
"I didn't have a choice, it was the only way."
"You really believe that making yourself a target was the only way?"
"Did you have any other suggestions?"
"It wouldn't matter, because it is obvious that you weren't open to suggestions. You decided to go off half-cocked and put everyone in that room in danger including your unborn child. How could you be so reckless?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize."
"I'm not sure what you want me to say."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's complicated."
"So, simplify it."
"I thought that you were better off not knowing."
"Maybe you're right. If I had known I never would have let you put yourself in that situation."
"That's why I didn't tell you. It's over now. You got your guys, and I got my retirement party. Can we just leave it at that? Can you just drop it?"
"It certainly went off with a bang."
"You don't have to go to the hospital with me. Harriet will pick me up. I'll be fine, you don't have to worry about me."
"She's going to stay with you all night?"
"I don't know," she admits.
"You can't spend the rest of your life thinking like a marine."
"I am a marine."
"You are retired."
"There is no such thing."
"Mac, I am telling you from my own personal experience, stop thinking like a marine, and act like a parent."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You can't continue to act like a stubborn cowboy, and expect that it won't end poorly."
"I had a duty to protect…"
"Your only duty now it to be a parent. Look at it as a gift instead of a compromise," he turns to leave.
"Wait," she tells him.
He turns around, "What?"
"That's it? That is all you're going to ask me?"
"I would ask how far along you are, but your personal life is not really my business."
"Maybe you should ask," she suggests.
He furrows his brow, "You don't seem very receptive to questions tonight."
"You should ask anyway."
"Mac, I am not a jealous person. I don't need to know about your personal life. You don't need to tell me how you've moved on. I'm glad that you're happy."
"Don't you think that someone would have been with me tonight, if I had moved on?"
"So you used your husband's sperm?"
"No."