(Tony)
We all trudge back to NCIS after the funeral and reception.
Gibbs pulls me aside and whispers "Will you back me up, no matter what?"
"Yes boss." I answer.
"Good." He says, before he turns and yells "Director."
Director Shepard pauses and turns back to look at us. "Yes Jethro?"
"Would you mind riding back with McGee, Ducky, and Abby? I need to talk to Dinozzo." Gibbs answers, and I get nervous.
"No problem." Nods the director, following McGee, Ducky, and Abby to the fist sedan.
I sit next to Gibbs in the second sedan worry filling me.
"I set a trap for Ari. I need you to kill him while I am the bait. You said you have my back. Do you really?" he says as we pull away
"Yes boss." I say, just as firmly as before.
"Good." Responds Gibbs, turning the car away from the road back to NCIS and towards his house instead.
(Kate) One hour later
The pain is excruciating. I drove myself to the hospital, and once I checked in I called Gibbs and Tony, but their phones were off. Luckily, I could leave a message on Abby's, which I did, and now she, Ducky and McGee are all here, to support me. I have no idea where Gibbs and Tony are and neither do they.
I grit my teeth as another contraction hits.
Abby squeezes my hand harder, sympathy coloring her face.
McGee is standing closer to the wall, looking slightly frightened, while Ducky is off trying to find a doctor who will give me some pain killers - pronto.
I can't bite back a scream as the next contraction hits.
"God! I'm going to kill Tony." I groan when it passes.
"It's alright Kate. You're going to be a great Mom and you're going to do just fine." Reassures Abby
I give her a strained smile, before another contraction wipes it off my face.
(Tony) Two Hours Later
I wait, silent, under Gibbs' stairwell into his basement, my gun drawn.
We've been here over two hours, but we still stay, Gibbs doing his sanding, while I'm crouched in this moldy, dusty place, fighting the urge to sneeze from the sawdust.
I am about to say something to Gibbs when we hear the creak of the basement door opening.
The sound of footsteps descends the stairs, and Ari comes into view.
"I want you to know, Gibbs. I wish I hadn't had to shoot Ziva. She was my half sister." He says
"Then why did you?" asks Gibbs
"To cause you pain."
"I piss you off that much?" Gibbs asks, insincerely
"Not you. Father. The same one I shared with Ziva. You have the misfortune of reminding me of the bastard."
"Ah." Sighs Gibbs in false understanding
"From the moment of my birth, he groomed me to be one thing: his mole in Hamas. Sent me to Edinburgh to become a doctor, so I could work in the Gaza camps alongside my mother. When he had her killed, I had no trouble joining the Iz Adin al-Kassam."
"You don't really believe your father had your mother killed?" Gibbs asks
"It was a retaliatory Israeli strike. On the day I was in Tel Aviv, visiting him. After decades of planning, he had his mole in Hamas. He never knew how much I hated him. I wish I could see his face when he realizes he's created not a mole but a monster, eager to strike at the heart of Mossad and Israel. I wish I could see his anguish as he realizes this monster was willing to kill his only remaining daughter, his favorite Ziva, my handler."
"Yeah. I almost feel sorry for you." Gibbs says, unemotionally.
"And I for you." Responds Ari.
I wait with bated breathe for Ari to try to attack Gibbs with the rifle in his hands so I can kill him.
(Kate)
McGee and Abby left to wait in the hall five minutes ago, but Ducky remains to hold my hand as I scream and groan in pain in effort to bring my baby into the world.
"There appears to be twins. Did you know you were carrying multiples?" asks one of the nurses.
"No!" I gasp in surprise before another contraction takes hold.
"We're going to need you to start pushing soon." Explains another doctor.
I nod, ignoring the sweat beading on my head, the way my hair is plastered to my forehead, the excruciating pain, and the fact Tony isn't here. I focus only on the doctor's words.
"Three, two, one, now!" she yells and start pushing with all my might, a scream echoing from my mouth.
