A/N: I took a momentary leave off the face of the world… into HP fiction…Ughhhh updating has NEVER been a strong suit of mine, but o well life will go on? Plz forgive !gives puppy eyes! Im not sure where exactly I want this story to go… input please!
Disclaimer: Well since you Killed off two of the main characters in this story im sure SOMEONE is selling their souls in jars on Ebay…cough!kavin!cough… mmhhmm
Spoilers: Ugh no idea
6 months later
Kate woke up, Caliana snuggled under her arm. It had been 6 months with no sign of Tony or Gibbs. Kate felt horrible that she couldn't tell Gibbs where she was or contact Tony. Ari had taken her to speak to his CIA handler, a nice woman named Loren Vartan. She had laid out plainly that Ari's mission was of most importance as was his daughter. The only chance they had was that her silence was kept and until his mission was complete that she remain with him. A minor drawback… it was a longstanding mission, requiring traveling and some stay abroad. She missed Tony so much, she was seven months pregnant with his son, a son, that was just as irritating as his father. Her and Ari had reached a sort of truce, slowly making a pattern of daily life with Caliana as the beam of bouncing light they both loved. She still had forgiven him of that night she had been brutally beaten, knowing worse things could happen in a cold war… but she had not forgotten.
They had been smuggled secretly out of the US into London. In a town home in a uptown part of London, quite near the fashion area Kate thought snickering… Ari had bought some nice clothes from Gucci—for her of course. Hearing a knock on her bedroom door, Kate rolled out of bed. Ari had been gracious enough to grant her a guest bedroom, although in the day time it had to look like no one slept there, and her cosmetics and decent clothes were all in his bathroom and closet. They had spent a weekend re-decorating their town home. Very Moulin Rouge/Parisian themed to be perfectly honest.
"Good Morning Sunshine!" Ari said laughing at the way her blonde locks stood at all angles in the morning. Snarling Kate slammed the door in his face, chuckling at his hurt expression…Poor Baby. 'Ah, well he'll just have to get over it' Kate thought happily desperately wanting to go back to bed, but knowing that Caliana needed to be up for her tutor in an hour. Ah, just enough time for a shower and breakfast before Ari went off to "work."
They had established a routine, he would wake her and Caliana up for breakfast, get Cali ready for her Tutor, a plump Muslim woman, named "Mrs. Shakal" a wife to one of Ari's "co-workers" apparently. Kate knew that the woman probably had no idea what her husband did but still. In order to appear undercover, Kate was a newly converted Muslim from New York. And her unborn son was Ari's. It always saddened her to think about her son. But there wasn't much she could do about it. Sighing, she stepped into the master bathroom, taking off her p.j. pants and camisole she wore to bed. 15 minutes later she crept back into her bedroom Cali still snoring on her pillow. She had her own room, but Ari and Kate preferred she sleep with one of them at night. Made them feel like she really was safe…this was a delusion Ari had told her, but he supported it all the same.
After dressing in a simple, black, maternity turtle neck, and matching Armani slacks in Ari's room, she grabbed a hejab to take downstairs, the damn things annoyed the crap out of her, but Ari had told her it was only necessary outside, and in the presence of other males in their home.
"Cali, Hon, It's time to wake up. Mrs. Shakal is coming in a while. You need to eat before she gets here." Kate said nudging her small shoulder underneath the big poofy white down comforter.
Caliana just swatted at her and Kate sighed, this had to be one of the most difficult children to wake up in the morning. She walked downstairs throwing her hejab over the couch and walked into the kitchen where Ari was sitting drinking coffee and reading the paper. "Morning," she said as she poured a cup of coffee.
"Good Morning Caitlin," he said tipping his cup to her. His dark hair perfectly styled with that slightly windblown look. "What are your plans for today?"
He always asked this. He had to be prepared. Once he had come home to find that his dining/kitchen area had been Dark crimson red! Another time, there had been framed pictures of French films all over the living room (also dark red, after she insisted on painting it all!) Flowers littered everywhere. Candles, incense and potpourri gave off enough fragrance to choke a horse, 'so THIS is why Gibbs had been divorced three times' he mused. Then there was the clothes. He had agreed she could go shopping once a week for whatever extra stuff she wanted (i.e. not groceries, stuff for Cali etc.)… and usually that meant clothes.
"Ah, you know, the usual, Cali has tutoring, we need groceries, Cali has ballet at 3:00 and YOU need to fix the shower," Kate said smirking. This was the life, buy whatever you want, enjoy life, and get a really hot super-spy to fix your shower. 'Oh my god, did I seriously just call him a hot super-spy? Get me off these drugs Doc!' Kate thought spastically.
"As you wish, my dear," he said rolling his eyes sarcastically. 'Good no surprises hopefully,' he wouldn't keep his fingers crossed.
"Soo, how are tings at the office," Kate said quietly, keeping her eyes down.
"Ali, is—debating on whether or not to accept the plan I have…presented." Ari said gruffly.
"Oh, I see," Kate was so nervous. What if someday Ali didn't accept his proposal and she had no warning? Sure she could handle herself and she would die to protect Cali, but against a force of Al-Qaeda? One detonator with no warning, and there was no more them.
"Habibti, I assure you, you are safe as long as I return home to you, and eat with you at dinner and breakfast," He said cocking an eyebrow at her, as if to say 'trust me, I'm a professional.'
She smiled wanly, and said, "On a happier, yet irritating note, you daughter will not get out of bed!" Kate cried exasperatedly.
"Caitlin you have to be forceful with her," Ari said getting up from the table and heading upstairs. Kate sat there, she felt like the 4th grader who told the teacher that the other kids were jumping off the swings! "Tattletale," she muttered shaking her head.
TBC
A/N 2: Tried to make it a semi-long one :D
