The
Donor
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Chapter 1: Dreams and Anger
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3 Months later...
"Hello?"...It was dark as coal, pitch-black.
"Hello?"...Laughter filled darkness.
"Who's that?"
A bright white light shined, opening into a convenience store.
A black woman stood behind the cash register...she looked towards you, moving her lips, but hearing nothing.
"Hello?"...You screamed out, but no one heard.
You turned right and walked down the aisle, grabbing a snickers from the shelf, your arm slender with a pink wristband, you quickly look back, a man in a mask stood pointing a shotgun at the cashier.
"Federal agent!"...You screamed, but you didn't move.
"Move legs."...They didn't respond.
The man pulled the trigger, shooting the woman in the chest.
"NO!"...You fall down as the man with the shotgun noticed you, you crawl backwards as the man gets closer and closer...he aims the shotgun and fires.
(Mommy)
McGee awoke, dripping sweat, his eye taped up...he jumped out of bed and ran to Timmy's room, turning on the light. Timmy sat up in his bed, McGee moved over to him, sitting on the bed, putting his arms around him..."It's ok, buddy."
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The elevator dinged, Tony and Ziva step out.
"Your last day, Tony."
"Honestly, Z...did I need 3 months of anger management?"
"I dunno, how many people did you kill again?"
"Never mind."
Tony walked to his desk, he sat putting his Sig away.
"How are you with being away from Tali?"
"I hate it."
"Then why did you come back to work?"
"It's only part-time, Tony and you know I'm only here until McGee comes back, plus I've missed you."
"Want me to retire again?"
"And have you home all the time? God no."
"Heh."
"I do want to talk about what we were talking about earlier more."
"Ugh."
"Don't ugh me."
Tony sighs.
"Don't sigh either."
Tony sat still.
"Don't just sit there."
"Ok, what did I do?"
"Nothing, I just want you to take our conversation serious."
"Ziva...it's just not a subject I'm comfortable with."
Ziva stands and moves to Tony and whispers something in his ear, she then moves towards the break room.
Tony gulps..."Okay, we'll talk later."
Ziva stops, turns and stares at him.
"Okay, tonight."
"Todah."...She turns and leaves.
Tony looks down at his watch...he sighed..."Dr. Gillian, here I come."
"DiNozzo."
Tony looked up…Gibbs stood leaning against the railing, coffee in hand.
"What's up, Boss?"
"You're done after today, right?"
"Yeah, last one."
"Good."
"I've been meaning to ask you about something, Gibbs."
Gibbs takes a drink…"What's that?"
"Do you have my AA-12 shotgun?"
Gibbs smirks, but is silent, he moves back into his office.
"Heh. I'm never getting that back."
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Chapter 2: The
Unveiling
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McGee sat in the middle of white room.
A man walked in wearing a white lab coat..."Today's the day, Tim."
McGee nodded.
"Let me take a look."...He moved over to McGee and raised the chair with a foot pedal..."Any pain?"
"No, not really."
"I want you to close your eye."
"Okay."
The doctor started to un-tape his eye...he finally pulled the patch off..."The outside has healed quite nicely."...He took a step to his right, dimming the lights in the room.
"Open your eye, Tim."
McGee opened his eye and a flash of color and light overwhelmed him...he quickly shut it.
"No, that's okay...that's normal."
McGee's eye blinked, trying to focus as he opened it again..."Wow, I can see."
"You're very lucky, Tim...the technology to do this transplant is rather new, it's still under testing...you're one of the first to actually have it."
"Wow!"...McGee was absolutely stunned..."I can see so much better with my new eye."
"Well, it has 20/10 vision."
"Should I be able to see in the dark so well?"
"Oh, that's because it was in the dark...you know how a lot of pirates wore a eye patch? It wasn't because they were missing an eye, well...I'm sure some of them did, probably had an itch and they forget they had a hook for an hand."
McGee looked at him odd.
Doctor nudged him and laughed..."Joke."
"Is your last name DiNozzo?"
"No, sure isn't...anyway, not to get technical or anything, but...the human eye has 'rod' cells and 'cone' cells on the retina, which is the sensory layer at the back of the eye. Rod cells and cone cells are distributed evenly throughout the retina except for the fovea, which is a small area on the back of the eye directly opposite the pupil. At the fovea, there are only cone cells. This is an important thing to know because the 'cone' cells are more proficient at color detection, whereas 'rod' cells are better for low light and detecting movement. Therefore, when trying to see in low light, try not to look directly at the places you are trying to see. By using your peripheral vision you are using more rod cells, which work much better in low light.
McGee looks really confused now..."In Laymen's terms?"
"The more your eye is in the dark, the more it gets used to it and the better you see and since your eye has been in the dark for a 3 weeks, you're seeing the result of that."
"So, you're saying it'll go away?"
"Yes."
"Okay, thanks...can I go?"
"Yes...just put these drops in your eye three times a day and I want to see you in two weeks for a check-up."...The doctor writes him a prescription and hands it to him..."Any questions?"
"Uh, yeah...about the donor?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help you there, it's against hospital policy."
"Okay...can I go back to work?"
"I don't see why not."
"Thanks, doctor."
"Any time."
McGee got out of the chair and started to leave.
"Hey, doctor."
"Yes?"
"Ever heard anyone seeing a person's memories?"
The doctor chuckles..."I think you've been watching too many twilight zones or something."
"Okay, thanks."...McGee left.
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"Good ol' room #7...it's like my home away from home."
"Tony."
"Heh. Hey, Steph."
"Come in."
"Honestly...is it bad we're on a first name basis now?"
She laughs..."You're my best patient."
Tony flops down on the sofa..."So, what are we talking about today?"
"Nothing."
Tony looked at her..."Then what am I doing here?"
"You don't have anger problems, we both know that...but that wife of yours."
"Heh. Still don't like her?"
"It's not that...she's scares me."
"You aren't the only one."
"Problems?"
"Naw. Maybe. Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Not even a little."
"Nope."
"Okay...how are your children?"
Tony smiles.
"Good, actions speak louder than words...and your sex life?"
Tony grins.
Dr. Gillian laughs.
"So, am I section 8, doc?"
"Naw, but it's good to have you back...by the way, how is Agent McGee?"
"Good as he can be, I suppose."
"Yeah, that's rough...he has an appointment with me for next Monday."
"Yup, he's coming back to work."
"Good, good for him."
"And you?"
"Staying."
"Ziva?"
"Leaving."
"Thank god."
"Heh."
"Oh, I didn't mean that!"
Tony rises from the couch..."Yes, you did."...Tony walks out the door.
Dr. Gillian moves to the door and watches Tony walk down the hall with a smile on her face.
"Shalom."
She quickly turns around..."Oh...hey...Ziva...I mean...Agent Dah...DiNozzo."
Ziva chuckles...moving past her..."Nice weather we're having, yes?"...Ziva walks down the hall; she turns and looks back at Dr. Gillian smiling.
Dr. Gillian moved back through her door, leaning against a filing cabinet, she swallows hard..."I need a drink."
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Chapter 3: Snip
Snip
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Tony sat at his desk, looking through his drawers.
"What are you looking for?"
Tony turned towards Ziva..."My keys."
"I have them."
"Oh?"
"I'm driving remember?"
"I have a death wish?"
"I dunno, do you ever want to have sex again?"
"I guess I have a death wish."
Ziva smirked..."By the way, I made you that appointment."
"What?"
"Next Monday, it's in and out."
Tony sighed..."Come on, Ziva."
"No, Tony."
"They love me, Ziva and I love them!"
"They're just balls."
"Yeah, my balls!"
"Boss?"
"Never mind us, Reid."
"Got it."
"It's just a vasectomy."
Tony shudders...he looked over at Reid who was staring at them..."Tell her Reid, men need their balls."
"Well, technically, men can perform..."
"Reid."
"Yeah, Boss?"
"Shut up."
"Shutting up, Boss."
Tony turned back towards Ziva and she was gone...he sat back..."You're behind me, aren't ya?"
Ziva chuckled..."Snip snip."..She chuckled again.
Tony closed his eyes and sighed.
She leaned down and whispered..."The doctor does it...or I do it myself...with my knife, yes?"...She chuckled, kissing him on top of the head.
"That isn't funny, Ziva."
"Neither is giving birth, Tony."
"What if you want to have another child?"
"You know it's possible to reverse a vasectomy now, right, Boss?"
Tony looks back at Reid as Ziva chuckled once again..."You're killing me, Reid."
Tony stands..."Absolutely killing me, Reid...excuse me, ladies...me and my boys need to alone for awhile."
Ziva chuckled..."Saying goodbye, yes?"
Tony shook his head as he walked towards the bathroom.
"I didn't mean to interfere, Ziva."
"Don't worry about it, Spencer...he knows it's the right thing to do."
"But do his...boys?"
Ziva laughed.
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Tony stood at the urinal..."I'm sorry, I'm the boss here, but not at home and I love having sex."...Tony sighed.
Gibbs moves to the urinal next to him..."Problems?"
Tony quickly looks to his left seeing Gibbs and looks straight ahead again..."Nope."
"Good, I'd be worried if he answered you back...it is a he, isn't it?"
"Heh. Of course."
Gibbs moves to the sink and washes his hands, he moves to the door and opens it..."Tough break on the vasectomy, DiNozzo."...He leaves.
Tony looks down..."It's not my fault!"
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Chapter 4: Painful
Visions
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Darkness, McGee screams, but nothing.
"Hello? Where am I?"
A light beckons in the distance...you run to it...you flash to it, you're inside the convenience store once again.
Beep beep..."What was that?!"
You look towards the cashier, as her fingers click the register, it beeps again...your eyes move to her face, she smiles at you.
"Hello?"
You turn and walk down the aisle, grabbing the snickers again.
"I don't want to go this way!"
You turn around, the man with the shotgun stood, he has on a pair of blue jeans and a gray shirt...with some design, but you can't make it out.
"Stop it!"...The man fired as you fell backwards.
He walked towards you..."Phusion?"...McGee read his shirt.
He fired...McGee wakes dripping in sweat.
He leaps out of bed, running to the bathroom, he turns the faucet on and tosses water in his face..."You're losing your damn mind."...He stares into the mirror; he looked directly into his new eye, he splashed more water in his face.
He looked down at his hands as he turned the faucet off, they shook as he brought them up to his face covering his eyes.
"What is wrong with me?"
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Tony and Ziva spooned in bed.
Tony yawned.
"Tired?"
"Very."
Ziva grabbed Tony's hand and wrapped it around her..."Good."
"Good night, baby."
"Tony?"
"Yes?"
"About the vasectomy."
Tony sighed burying his face into Ziva's back.
"Tony?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I want you to do it."
"Yes, dear."
"Are you just saying yes, dear to shut me up?"
"Yes, dear."
Ziva turns over and grabs Tony by the balls.
"I'm listening, I'm listening!"
"Good...now, what are you going to do on Monday?"
"Work."
"And?"
"Take the kids to school."
"And?"
"Ummm."
Ziva squeezes.
"VASECTOMY!"
Ziva smiles and kisses him lightly on the lips then releases him, she turns over..."Arm."
Tony closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, holding in the pain.
"ARM!"
Tony quickly leans over Ziva, cuddling up with her.
"Toda...now get some sleep."...She grinned.
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McGee sat in front of his computer typing.
He took a drink of his coffee and sat it down, the cup clanked against the saucer. McGee moved his other hand on top of the cup, pushing down on it, it stopped shaking.
He pulled his hands away quickly; he sighed as he looked down, his hands continued to shake.
He typed in "visions" slowly into Google search and clicked enter.
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Chapter 5: Call For
Help
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Monday...3:34 a.m.
McGee tossed and turned in bed, yelling out in his sleep.
Timmy awoke, he moved to his father's room and watched as he continued to toss and turn inside his nightmare.
"Daddy?"
Darkness everywhere, the sound of static filled the darkness, you turn endlessly until white pops up and draws you in.
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
You stood back in the convenience store..."Hello, S..."...The sound distorts.
"I heard you, I heard you!"
A woman laughs as you turn down the aisle, grabbing the snickers.
A scream as you turn around..."Stop this madness! Why are you doing this to me?!"
The man with the shotgun stood aiming the shotgun at the cashier.
"Give me the mon..."...The sound distorts.
The man fires as you fall down..."Get up, damn it...get up!"
The man moves closer, his face comes into view..."What you lookin' at little..."...The sound distorts.
He fires...McGee wakes, he sits up and screams.
"Daddy?"
McGee is sweating profusely, breathing hard..."T-T-Timmy?"
Timmy runs away from the door.
McGee throws the covers off and moves to the bathroom...he turns the faucet on and splashes cold water in his face...he looks up and sees the reflection of the man with the shotgun behind him. He quickly turns around, he slips and falls, hitting his head on the floor. He remains there, holding his hands over his eyes..."GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
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Tony and Ziva lie asleep in their bed, their phone rings...Tony reaches out for it, missing it...it rings again.
Tony moans as he semi-sits up grabbing the phone.
"Someone better be dead."
Crying is heard over the phone.
Tony rubs his head..."Hello?"
No response, just more crying.
"Is that you Timmy?"
Ziva turns over..."What is it?"
"I think there's something wrong with McGee."
Ziva sits up, turning on the light.
"Timmy, talk to me."
"Help."
"I'm coming, Timmy...I'm coming."
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McGee sat on the edge of his tub..."I don't want you in there, GET OUT!"...He screamed, banging his hand against his head.
He rose from the tub, moving into his bedroom...he sat on his bed and opened up his nightstand..."You will not beat me, you will not beat me!"
McGee pulls his Sig from the drawer and held it in his hands in front of him.
McGee closed his eyes, tears started to escape, he brought the muzzle of the gun up to his eye.
"What are you doing, Tim? You scared the hell out of Timmy."...The door swung open, Tony stood in the doorway.
Tony stopped..."What the fuck are you doing?!"
McGee cocked the gun as Tony moved quickly knocking it away as he fired, the bullet entered wall over the bed.
Tony grabbed the gun from McGee and backhanded him..."Are you fucking insane?!"
McGee grabbed his hair and started to yank at it, pulling out a huge chunk, his head was now bleed...he started to sob.
Tony looked on..."McGee?"...He spoke softly, he squatted putting his hands on his shoulders.
"I don't wanna see them anymore. No more. Please god, please. No more."
"Shhh."...Tony hugged him tightly.
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Tony stood outside a hospital room, McGee lied in a bed sleeping.
A doctor walked towards him..."What's wrong with him, doc?"
"Has he been under a lot of stress lately?"
"Yes, he just lost his wife recently and he was tortured."
"Oh, that's terrible."
"I had no idea he would try to kill himself, though...I'm completely shocked."
"We're gonna keep him sedated for now."
Tony walked towards McGee, his wrists and ankles were restrained...Tony quickly turned around..."Why is he restrained?"
"It's for his own protection."
Tony ran his fingers through his hair and turned back towards McGee, he walks over to him, leaning over, he places his hand on his forehead..."What's going on inside that beautiful mind of yours?"
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Chapter 6:
Identity
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Tony sat next to McGee with his feet up on the bed's railing, his arms crossed, his eyes closed.
McGee's eyes go into R.E.M. and his head starts to shake.
The distort sound of laughter fills darkness.
The darkness turns to light. You walk into the convenience store...you hear a buzzer as you walk in.
The cash register beeps..."Hello, Skylar."...The black woman behind the counter smiles at you.
"Skylar?"
You turn right and walk down the aisle..."Snickers or Butterfinger today?"...A female voice spoke, then grabs a snickers from the shelf.
"Skylar's voice?"
The pump of a shotgun is heard..."Give me the money!"
Skylar turns and screams...the man fires, killing the cashier.
Skylar falls backwards, she screams, the man starts towards her..."What you lookin' at little girl?"...He points the shotgun, pumping it...he fires.
The snickers falls out of her hands...he bends down and picks it up...his eyes, black as coal stare deep into her soul, his face covered in a pair of pantyhose...he's a white male, bald, but with full facial hair, except for a 2 inch burn on his right cheek.
"Thanks for the candy, doll.".
Skylar moved her right hand upwards to her mouth, her pink bracelet slipped down her light brown skin, the bracelet read: "Syklar Thomas, Garfield High School"...Her hand dropped, covered in blood...she gurgled blood as she breathed her last breath.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
McGee starts yelling in his sleep.
Tony dropped his feet to the ground and rose above Tim.
McGee awoke...he looked up at Tony and went completely silent.
"What is McGee?"
"Skylar Thomas, Garfield High School."
"What?"
Doctors rush in, pushing Tony back.
Tony moved out the door..."Skylar Thomas, Garfield High School?"
Tony moved back into the room...the doctor took on the opposite side of the bed..."We've sedated him again."
"I don't think that's a good idea, doc...there's something wrong with his dreams."...Tony pauses..."His dreams?"
Tony moved back out into the hall, opening his phone, he dialed...It rang once..."Reid...I need you to locate a Skylar Thomas...I think she goes to a Garfield High School...let me know what you find."
Tony slowly closed the phone, she looked at his watch: "10:17"...He moved back to the doorway..."What's the word, doc?"
"He'll be out a good while."
"Loss of a loved one can cause nightmares, right?"
"Of course."
"That severe? Enough to want to kill yourself?"
"It all depends on the person and how strong willed they are."
"It could be nothing else?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno, you're the doc."
The doctor moved past Tony..."He'll be out for a good 4-6 hours, you should go...you look tired."
Tony stood by the doorway, not budging.
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Chapter 7: Below the Belt
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Ziva sat at her desk, her pencil between her teeth listening to the phone.
Reid sets a file on her desk and walked away.
"Toda."…She said taking the pencil from her teeth…"No, that wasn't to you…Principal…"…She looked over towards Reid.
"Hawkins."…Reid softly spoke.
"Principal Hawkins."…She mouths the words "Thank you" to Reid. He nods.
She nods listening to the phone…"No, no, no…we need to know about a…"…She sighs, she opens the file, she lifts her hands in frustration.
Reid picks up the phone…"Hello, Sir…this is Special Agent Reid with NCIS...Naval Criminal Investigative Service. …yes, we're calling about a Miss Skylar Thomas."…Ziva hangs up the phone and lays her head down on her arms.
"She's dead?"…Ziva raises her head, looking at Reid…"When was this, Sir?…Almost a month ago? Can you give me her address, please."…Reid grabs a pen and starts to write…"923 E. 24th Street. Ok, thank you very much."…He hangs up.
"Ugh…thanks for saving me there."
"No problem."…He rips the piece of paper from his tablet and gets up and moves to Ziva.
Ziva picks up her phone and dials…it rings as the elevator dings.
"Yes, my little Israeli toaster strudel?"…The doors open and Tony walks out, closing his phone.
Ziva hangs up…"I thought you were at the hospital?"
"Jenny's with him now."
Ziva holds up the piece of paper…"Got that info about the girl…well, Reid did."
"Nice job, Doc."…Tony turns to Ziva…"You ok?"
"Define okay."
"Are you bleeding?"
"Nope."
"Hungry?"
"Nope."
"Cold?"
"Nope."
"Pregnant?"
She takes her Sig out of her desk drawer and sets it on her desk…she looks up at him…"Nope."
Tony slowly walked away…"Oh, thank Gibbs."…He said under his breath.
Ziva chuckled…"Not even praying to Gibbs could've saved you from that."
"Heh. And to think, no one wanted my sperm."
"Tony."…She waves him over, she smiles, Tony walks over and she grabs him by the groin…"I don't want anymore either, got it?"…Tony lets out a yelp, dropping to his knees.
Ziva looked down at him and laughs…"I barely touched you."
Tony falls to his side, covering his groin with both hands.
"Get up, ya baby."…She rises nudging him with her foot.
"DiNozzo, what the hell are you doing?"
Ziva looked up; Gibbs stood next to a dark haired woman on the balcony.
Gibbs shook his head…"What did you do to my team leader, Ziva?"
"Birth control, Gibbs."
"Works for me."
Tony made his way to his feet…"Lets go, Ziva."
"Hold it, Ziva."…Ziva looked back up at Gibbs on the stairs…"This woman wants to interview you."
"Why? Did I kill someone while I wasn't looking?"
"No, no…wait, what?"
"Never mind, what is this about?"
"Reid, you're with me."…Reid grabbed his bag and moved over to Tony; they move into the elevator as Ziva watched.
The doors closed as Gibbs and the dark haired woman stepped off the stairs and moved to Ziva…"This is…"
"Shalom, Ziva, my name is Gabi Heber, I'm with Israeli Weekly, have you ever heard of it?"
"Sorry, I haven't."
"Well, we'd like to interview you."
"Interview me? Why?"
"You're the highest ranked Israeli woman in US law enforcement."
"Really?"
Gabi nods.
"What kind of questions would you be asking?"
"All kinds, it would be a very candid interview…a get to know you kind of interview."
"I dunno."…Gibbs nodded towards Ziva.
"One second."…Ziva walked over to Gibbs…"What is this about?"
"It'll give us good public relations and we need it after the whole war with the Russian mob."
Ziva sighed…"I'll do it."
"Excellent!"…Gabi said excitedly…"Where do you want to do this?"
"The desk is fine."
"Okay."
Gibbs moves back up the stairs as Gabi grabs a chair and pulls it up to Ziva's desk.
"First question."
"Fire away."…Ziva started to sit down.
"Kill anyone?"
"Today?"
"This is gonna be a great interview."
"What?"
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Tony and Reid sat in the car; Reid was drinking a caf-pow.
"Abby got you hooked on those now?"
"Yeah, I need a lot of energy to keep up with her."
"Heh."
"She's…"
"I know, Doc…I know."
Reid sucked on his straw, the sound of air passed through…he shook it, then sucked on it again.
Tony reaches over and grabs it.
"Boss, I wasn't done."
Tony takes off the lid, he grabs the front of his pants and pour the contents of the caf-pow cup down his pants…"Ooh, ooh, ooh…awwwwww."
Reid just looked at him confused…"Boss?"
"Good thing I wore black pants today."
Tony starts the car…"Never get married, Doc."
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Chapter 8: The Interview
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Tony and Reid stood on the porch of 923 E. 24th Street. Tony knocked.
The door opened an elderly woman opened the door.
"NCIS, ma'am."...Tony showed his badge.
"Who?"
"Navy cops."
"Oh, no navy here."...She starts to close the door.
"We know, ma'am...we're hear to talk about Sklyar Thomas"
"What does my granddaughter have to do with the navy?"
"We're not exactly sure. One of my team members shouted out her name during a dream...can you tell us what happened to her?"
She opened the door..."Come in."
Tony and Reid walk in..."Would you like some coffee? Tea?"
"No thanks."...The woman moved and sat in her chair and covered herself with a blanket.
"Please, take a seat."
"I'll stand, thanks."...Reid moved to the couch and sat..."Any information would be helpful."
"Like I said...I don't know much. Cops came and knocked on my door and told me she was dead. Who would kill an innocent child? She was 14 years old, 14 years old. I call everyday and nothing; it's like they don't even wanna help me, like they don't care about her. She was 14 years old!"
Tony moved to her, he squatted grabbing her hand; he held it tightly..."I care."
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Ziva turns off the recorder..."Why would ask me something like that?!"
"Okay, I have a confession to make, I'm not with Israeli Monthly, I'm with the Tel Aviv branch of GSM."
"GSM?"
"Get Some..."
"I know what it means, we...err, my husband loves that magazine."
"So, will you answer some questions?"
"About what?"
"This is going to be our hot women in law enforcement issue."
"What?"
"We got an long hand written letter from someone named...'Big D'...saying you were the hottest law enforcement officer on the planet."
Ziva chuckles..."I'm gonna hug 'im, then kiss 'im, then kill 'im."
"What?"
"Nothing...go ahead."
"So, you'll answer some questions?"
"Yes."
Gabi turns the recorder back on..."Question #1: Turn ons?"
"Knives, men who get vasectomies when I ask them to and...maybe Tony, if he gets a vasectomy."
"Knives?"
"There's something so sexy about something so sharp that can cut a bra strap or a pair of panties without even trying, yes?"
"You mentioned the name Tony."
"My husband."
"He's your partner?"
"Yes."
"How has that changed your relationship? Work and at home?"
"We have a great relationship."
"Sex?"
"Amazing."
"On a scale from 1-10?"
Ziva laughs.
"That bad?"
"10 and a quarter."
"10 and a quarter? Odd number."
Ziva grins.
"Umm, oh...OH...okay!"
Ziva laughs.
"Favorite position?"
"All."
"None more than others?"
"Nope."
"Weirdest place you've had sex?"
"Hmmm, drawer #7 in autopsy...downstairs."
"Oh really?"...She writes: Not to self, take photo of drawer #7.
"What are you writing?"
"Just some notes...okay, does it turn you on catching bad guys?"
"No."
"But you get horny at work?"
"Absolutely."
"Where else have you had sex at work?"
"Umm."...Ziva looks around the squad room, Gabi watches her.
"There a problem?"
"Just thinking."
"That many places?"
Ziva chuckled..."Well, all I'll say is...the railing in the elevator can get a tad nippy."
"Never on your desk?"
Ziva laughs.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Ziva continues to laugh..."I didn't say that."
Gabi smiled..."Actions speak louder than words."
Ziva shrugged.
"Tell us a secret about you?"
Ziva leans in..."I love bacon."
"What?!"
"Bacon."
"Are you still Jewish?"
Ziva laughs and shrugs.
"You lost your religion?"
"I dunno...I guess I've had too much Roman Catholic in me? I mean...never mind."
"Roman catholic? Oh...he's Italian, I see."
"I guess that makes me a Catholic screw girl, yes?"
"Umm, don't you mean Catholic SCHOOL girl?"
Ziva chuckled..."Nope."
"Aww, I see."
"It also changed when I died."
"You died?"
"Yeah, about 10 years ago, I got blown up, woke up in Al Qaeda, gave birth, some classified stuff, more classified stuff, got back into NCIS, got pregnant again and here we are today."
"How many children?"
"4."
"Whoa, how do you find the time to have sex? Hell, sleep?"
"It can be hard, but we manage."
"Is sex better...before or after a child?"
"After, because you know he still finds you sexy even if you're a fat disgusting pig."
"Aww, that was sweet in an odd way."
"Toda."
"I take it your children are...?"
"Healthy, happy, funny, beautiful."...She smiles.
"Ages?"
"Twins boys are 12."
"Twins?"
Ziva nodded..."Two girls, 9 and 6 months."
"Is it hard being away from her?"
"Very, but my nipples are loving it."...She bites her lower lip..."That was awful for me to say."
Gabi laughs..."But probably true."
Gabi grabs the recorder and stops it..."I'd like to get a photo of you shooting your weapon."
"Why?"
"For the article."
"Hmm, okay, I guess...we can go down to the firing range."
"You wouldn't happen to have bikini top on ya, would ya?"
Ziva stands and just stares at her.
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"Ice cream!"
"Boss?"
Tony pulled into Jay's ice cream and parked the car quickly...he jumps out and runs up to the take out window.
"Can I help you, sir?"
"Ice cream cone, double scoop."
"What flavor?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Cone?"
"Cake will give me more ice cream, cake me, my man!"
The man scoops the ice cream and hands it to Tony...Tony takes it and shoves it into his pants.
"Oh, yeah...that's the stuff."...Tony closed his eyes and let out a small moan.
"Would you like sprinkles with that?"
Tony laughed.
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Chapter 9: Eye See You
Ziva raises her gun and fires, Gabi stood to her side taking pictures. The slide on Ziva's Sig popped back and stayed.
Ziva laid the gun on the stand in front of her and took off her ear protection.
Gabi lowered her ear protection and hung it around neck..."You sure you won't get into a bikini top?"
"I've already unbuttoned the 2 top buttons on my shirt...how much cleavage do you need?!"
"More."
"No."
"Your husband is the one who wanted you to do this."
"You do know I can reload, yes?"
"Okay, that's a wrap!"
Ziva nodded.
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Tony and Reid walked through a swinging gate..."Detective..."
A black man stood with his back to them, he turned around..."Yes?"
"DiNozzo and Reid, NCIS."...Tony took out his badge and showed it.
"Morris, what can I do for you?"
"We need info on the murder of a 14 year old girl by the name of Skylar Thomas."
"Ugh, now that old lady is getting navy cops involved?"
"Excuse me?"
"I keep telling her, we'll let her know when something comes up."
"This upsets you, why?"
"She calls 2-3 times a day, every damn day."
"Any leans on the case?"
"Not a thing. Not a damn thing."
"You got the file handy?"
He turns around and picks up a file on his desk and then turns back and hands it to Tony..."Here."
"On your desk?"
Morris sighs..."Believe or not, I'm not a heartless bastard."
Tony opens the file..."No surveillance camera?"
"Nope, been broke for years."
Tony lifts the page..."Double murder?"
"Yeah, the cashier was killed, too."
"Alicia James."...Tony read out loud.
"Both 12-gauge, buckshot wounds to the chest."
"Massive damage, huh?"
"The crime scene photos are in the back."
"Can I have a copy of this?"
"You can have that one, we have several."
"Thanks, any similar crimes in the past 6 months?"
"No shotguns used in robberies, mostly handguns and knives and the occasional guy with his hand in his pocket."
"People actually do that?"...Reid asked.
"People get desperate, they'll do anything."
Tony turns and starts to leave.
"Hey...good luck, hopefully you find something and give that old woman some peace."
Tony turns and nods, then continues on.
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"You were really in Al Qaeda?"
Ziva looks at her..."You should leave that out."
The elevator dings and they walk inside.
"Oh, undercover, huh?"
"It's not something I like talking about."
"I can understand that...do you feel safe?"
"I don't think anyone in law enforcement feels safe, it's a very dangerous job."
"Then why do it?"
Ziva chuckles..."It's definitely not for the money."
"What about your father?"
Ziva looks down..."What about him?"
"Is it true your husband killed him?"
"No, it's not."
"Oh."
The elevator dings...Ziva takes a step off the elevator..."I killed my father."
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Tony and Reid walk into McGee's room, Jenny sat by him.
"How is he?"
"Still asleep."
"Good, thanks for watching him."
Jenny stands and moves to them..."Of course...you find out anything?"
Tony holds up the file...Jenny takes it from him and they walk into the hallway as she opens it..."Whoever did this..."
"I think he was a junkie."...Reid jumped.
"A junkie?"
"Yeah, no control, killed without thinking, boom, boom, took the cash and was gone."
"She was only 14? My god."
"Boss?"
Tony look through the doorway, staring at McGee.
"Boss?"
Jenny extended her hand, grabbing his hand...Tony looked at her.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, just wondering what's going on inside his brain...his dreams."
McGee's eyes moved rapidly.
Darkness surrounded you.
"Skylar?"...McGee yelled out.
McGee turned around and Skylar stood next to him, light shot out from a doorway and suddenly they were in the convenience store.
"Hello, Skylar."
McGee looked at her nametag..."Alicia?"
McGee stood in the middle of the store, he turned watching Skylar walk down the aisle, she grabbed a snicker as a man with a shotgun moved through McGee, he pumps it..."Give me the money!"
McGee stepped forward and started swinging, his hands went right through him...he fired, Alicia fell.
McGee moved through the counter and looked down at her, her eyes were open, wide open. He reached down as Skylar screamed.
He ran back and jumped towards the man, falling on the ground, he sat up and his body was lined up with Skylars...the man fired, McGee looked down, patting his chest, seeing if he was hit...Skylar was gagging, gurgling her on own blood.
The man dropped to one knee, picking up the snickers bar..."Thanks for the candy, doll."
McGee stared at his face.
He rose, moved back to the cash register, grabbing the money then quickly leaves.
McGee followed him.
"Hello?"
McGee stopped, he turned around...Skylar's apparition floated above her body.
"You can see me?"
She nodded..."You have my eye."
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Chapter 10: Portrait of
a Killer
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McGee stood in front of the body of Skylar Thomas...her ghost disappears..."Hello?"
McGee sniffs..."What is that?"
Darkness surrounds him, the smell becomes more intense..."What the hell is that?"...He breathes in deeply and he wakes, his eyes flicker as he tries to open them.
Tony stood over him..."Tim?"
McGee focused his eyes, he breathed in..."Cotton candy."...He softly blurted out.
Tony chuckled..."It's Tutti Frutti, Probie."
McGee closed his eyes then quickly opened them wide..."I know who killed her!"
"Who?"
"Skylar Thomas!"
"How?"
"I have her eye."
"Her eye?"
"My eye transplant."
"Wait, are you telling me you've seen her murder?"
"Yes!"
"Body Bags."
McGee looked at him..."Body Bags?"...He tries lifting his right arm, but can't, he's restrained..."Why am I tied down? What's going on, Boss?!"
"1993, John Carpenter Presents Body Bag, it's a horror anthology, 3 stories, one of them was called 'The Eye', Mark Hamill, Mr. Luke Skywalker himself, in a brilliant role of a baseball player who loses his eye in a car accident and he has a transplant, but the eye starts to take over his body and we eventually find out that the eye came from a murderer."
"She's not a murderer, Tony...and why am I tied down!"
"Stay with me, McGee!"...Tony moves to him and starts to undo his restraints..."Do you only see the visions in your sleep?"
"Yes! Now untie me."
Tony stops and slaps him on the top of the head..."You tried to shoot yourself, McGee...what the fuck were you thinking?!"
"W-what?"
"You scared the shit out of us, especially Timmy."
McGee sighs..."Timmy."
He closes his eyes and drops his head back on the pillow..."I know what he looks like, Tony."
Tony turns..."Reid, get me a sketch artist."
Reid nods..."On it, Boss."
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Ziva sat at her desk, her head down.
Gibbs walked out of his office, he stood next to the railing drinking his coffee.
"Interview over?"
Ziva raised her head slightly..."Yes, thankfully and I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Ziva lowered her head..."You'll see."
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A nurse loosens the last restraint, taking it off...McGee moves his hands together and starts to rub his wrist..."Thanks."
A man sat next to McGee drawing on a pad with a pencil..."Ok, that should do it."
He hands McGee the pad..."Is that who you saw, sir?"
McGee takes it..."Oh, that's him...right down to that stupid burn scar...this is him, Tony."...McGee turned to Tony shaking the pad.
"Okay, McGee."...Tony took a step towards McGee, taking the pad from him.
He turned, bumping into Reid...Tony groaned.
Reid grits his teeth..."Sorry, Boss."
Tony looked at him, grabbing Reid by the arm and pulling him out of the room.
"Your eyes don't leave him."...Tony groaned.
"What's wrong, Boss?"
"I hate V-day."
"Valentine's day?"
Tony starts to walk away..."Think about it, Reid."
"Uh, oh...OH...ooh, that had to hurt."
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Chapter 11: Blink
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Abby's computer beeps just as Tony walks into her lab.
"Wow, Gibbs would be proud, Tony."
"Heh."…He hands her a caf-pow as she turns to him…"What ya got, Abs?"
She smiles…"So close, Tony…oh, so close."
She quickly turns around…"Using the facial recognition software, which by the way needs to be updated."…She turns her head and looks at Tony.
"Don't look at me, talk to Gibbs."
She swings her head back towards the monitor…"The winner is…Wilbur Smart."…Abby clicks a button and side-by-side pictures of the drawing and his mug shot pop up.
"That's the dirtbag alright."
"Attempted murder, murder, attempted rape, rape, robbery, larceny, acts of terrorism…the list goes on and on."
"And to think, I thought Paris Hilton was a bad criminal."
"Well, she did go to jail for killin' that guy with her shoe and strangling that one guy with her bra."
"Don't forget about the Groundhog Day massacre."…Tony and Abby both shudder together.
Abby turns, sticking a post it note to Tony's jacket lapel…he grabs it…"Good job, Abby."…He kisses her cheek.
She smiles as he turns and walks out the door…she grabs her caf-pow and takes a drink…she shudders again…"Poor groundhog."
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The elevator dings as Tony steps off the elevator, he walks towards the squad room, Ziva sits at her seat with her head down…he moves to her, placing his hand on her lower back, he gently rubs it in a circle, he leans down…"You okay?"
"Yeah."…She raises her head and looks at him…"What's up?"
He holds up the post it note…"Abby does it again."
She starts to stand…"I'm driving."
"Heh. NCIS, scaring the crap out of people on roads since…2005."
She smiles, putting her hands on his face; she caresses his cheeks with her palms…"I will hurt you."…She kisses him…"A lot."
"I know, so how was that interview?"
Ziva quickly slaps him and walks towards the elevator.
"I'll take that as not good?"
"No, it was fine…you KNOW why I slapped you."
"Heh."…As Tony entered the elevator with her.
"They'll know all our secret places to make love now."
Tony turns to her and grins…"Then we'll find new ones."
He leans into kiss her…"What smells like tropical punch?"…As the doors close.
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They pull up outside a rundown house…"This is it, Tony."
Tony takes off his seatbelt and opens the door…Ziva grabs his arm…"We need to talk about something."
Tony turns to her…"If it's about the vasectomy."
"No, no…it's not."
"What is it, baby?"
She sighs…"Dirtbag now, talk later."
He leans over, stealing a kiss…"Okay."
Tony gets out of the car, Ziva quickly follows, he clicks a button and the car's trunk starts to open.
They move behind the car.
"Dragonskin, for milady."…Tony hands Ziva her body armor, she quickly puts it on.
Tony lowers his head, putting on his Dragonskin…"You want front or back?"
"You know."
Tony looks up, Ziva is gone…"Heh."…Tony closes the trunk as they head towards the house…"So, what you want for dinner?"
"Chinese."
"I think I can do that."
"Remember the fortune cookies this time."
"Yes, dear."
"Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Shutting up."
Tony moved to the front door and knocked on the front door…no response…he knocks again.
"I don't see anyone, Tony."
A pick-up truck pulls up out front, Tony turns around, the man sees him, he sticks the shotgun out the passenger side window and aims.
"Gun!"…Tony pulls his Sig and aims and fires.
"Tony?!"…Ziva ran around the house, the sound of over 10 shots fired rang through her earwig…"Tony?!"
Chapter 12: Eye of the Beholder
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Ziva sprinted at the side of the house; a truck was smashed into a large oak tree in the neighbor's yard. Ziva held her Sig towards the truck.
Tony just stood there, the clip from his Sig fell, landing on the sidewalk; it bounced several times before coming to a rest.
"Tony!"…Ziva yelled moving towards him.
Tony reached to the side of his vest, taking out a full clip; he brought to his Sig and slammed it in.
Tony pulled back on the slide…"Tony!"…Ziva grabbed his shoulder and turned him, the upper check and neck area of his Dragonskin is covered in numerous pellets.
Tony swallowed and gave an odd look…"Burns."
Tony gestured towards the truck…Ziva just stood there.
"I'm fine."…He struggled to get out.
Ziva moves her left hand to his neck, he places his hand over hers, he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it…"Go."
Ziva pulls away and moves towards the truck as Tony squats, he spits downward, blood comes out.
"Federal agent!"…Ziva moved to the passenger side door, the man's head hung over the steering wheel, the windshield was cracked and covered in blood. She aims at the man…"Move and I will kill you!"… She looks inside, the shotgun sits on the passenger seat, she grabs it and pulls it out the window, placing it on the ground.
She opens the door and grabs his arm, she pulls him, he falls over…she lifts his head, he has a bullet wound through both eyes.
She looks back at Tony, who was still on one knee…then back at the man…"He's dead."
Tony rose and moved towards the truck slowly.
"Nice shooting."
Tony put his hand on the side of the trunk and leaned against it, he ducked his head into the car, Ziva head his head back, showing the bullet wounds through his eyes.
Tony leaned up and turned away and took a step.
Ziva moved in front of him, after noticing blood on his lower lip…"Open your mouth."
Tony raised his head, pulling the neck guard away from his neck and slightly opened his mouth…"You bit your tongue."…She caressed his neck; it was already showing sides of bruising…"Tender, yes?"
Tony nodded…"No muffin munchin' tonight, Zee-vah."…He smirked, then swallowed, bringing his hand to his throat.
Ziva shook her head and chuckled…"You're an idiot, but you're my idiot."…She smiled at him, putting his arm around her shoulder; she helped him to their car.
Tony sat on the hood of his car…Ziva took out her cell and called.
She hung up…"Ducky is on his way."…She moved over and sat next to him.
She breathed in…"Why in the hell do you smell like fruit punch?"
"Heh. It's Trutti Frutti ice cream."
"What?"
Tony turns his head, leaning into her…he whispers in her ear.
She turns her head and kisses him…"Toda."
Tony nods.
"Um, Tony?"
"Yeah?"
Ziva leans into his ear and whispers something into his ear.
He pulls away; his eyes open wide…"Preg.."
Ziva quickly moves in, kissing him…"Yeah."
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Couple Days Later…
McGee knocked on a door.
The door slowly starts to open…"Hello, ma'am…I'm looking for Sklyar Thomas' Grandmother?"
"Who would you be?"
McGee smiled…"Timothy McGee, a friend."
She opened the door…"No, you're part of the family now."
McGee chuckled…"Thanks."
"She always did have beautiful eyes, I thought."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
She leans up and kisses him on the cheek…"Thank you."
She starts to close the door…"Tell me about your family."
"Well, I have a son named Timmy…"…The door closes.