Title: Once upon a summertime
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters on NCIS, I'm just borrowing them for the story.
A/N: I apologize for the delay with this chapter. I know it's been a while now. I've had some family issues to deal with that left me without any inspiration or willingness to write. I think I'm back now however so please send me a review with a thought about the chapter and I will appreciate it a lot. I know it's a short one but I'm almost done with chapter 14 now so there will be an update soon. Thanks for your patience.
CHAPTER 13
LOCKED OUT
Ziva's POV:
Sitting on the roof again I pushed at the window from the outside. Surprised, I noticed that nothing happened. The window didn't budge. It was locked from the inside. Had Abby woken up and shut it? No, that did not seem likely. Perhaps Jenny had come in the room again and noticed the window open more than she had liked. Whatever the reason, the problem still remained. The window was closed and it was now impossible for me to get back in that way without waking everybody up. I reached my hand into the pocket of my dress. Yes, it was still there. I pulled out the fake blue credit card that had come in the mail as a commercial two months earlier at home. My father had given it to me to keep. He had said it was mine to play with. I had not yet, nor was I planning to, told him that I did not use it for playing, but as a very effective key to locked places.
I put the card in my pocket again where it would be safe and climbed down the trellis again. As soon as my feet hit the grass I ran across the lawn and headed for the the front of the house. As I came out in front of the house, I ran up the porch to the front door. I pulled out the card and slid it into the crack between the door and the frame. I tilted the card towards me and then bent it the opposite way. Like I knew it would, it caused the lock to click back into the door. I quickly opened the door and hurried inside, slowly closing the door behind me. I was extra careful not to make a single sound. I locked the door from the inside again and tiptoed upstairs, through the corridor and into our room. As soon as the door was closed behind me I rested my back against the door and let out the breath I had been holding. When I had recovered I quickly changed back into my night gown and jumped in bed. I needed to get some sleep before morning came.
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"I can't believe you let her climb that high tree, Jethro!"
Gibbs raised a brow at Jenny's aggravation. "Calm down, Jen. You'll wake the kids."
It was seven thirty in the morning and the couple was getting dressed in their bedroom before they headed down to make breakfast.
"Oh don't you try to smooth this over, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. She could have fallen down and broken an arm or worse! Now, if that had happened, what would I have told her mother?"
"Hey, hey, Jen…" Gibbs took a deep breath and walked the distance over to his fiancé. He gently put an arm around her shoulder and applied a little pressure. She tried to shrug his arm off at first but when he persistently kept it there she allowed herself to be calmed. "I didn't mean to upset you. It's not like I told her to climb that tree so high. It's just that like I just tried to explain to you before, I don't think yelling at that girl is the right way to treat her." He gave her a warm smile which she finally returned. "Let me do it my own way, okay?"
"Oh, alright. But don't you dare let her do whatever she wants, no matter how dangerous. We have a responsibility to the kids' parents to look after them."
He let go of her and reached for his red NIS sweater on the bed. "I wouldn't worry too much about Ziva if I were you, Jen. I have a feeling she's pretty capable of - not to mention used to taking care of herself. Don't forget she's from a place that is in more ways than one much more dangerous than here."
"Yeah, I know, Jethro. Remember, I've done work in Israel. "
He nodded and kissed her cheek before going past her out the bedroom door. "How could I forget?"
To be continued