Still not mine…

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"Have either of you heard from Kate?"

"Did you try her cell?"

Gibbs glared at his youngest agent. "Why do you think I'm asking? She left me a message about the woman and I tried to call her back like five times, and she's not answering. And McGee?"

"Yes, Boss?"

Smack!

"Change the recording thing on my phone, now."

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After McGee GPSed Kate's phone as being still at the hospital, Gibbs' worries still weren't alleviated.

"We're going there, now."

"What's your gut say?"

"Something's wrong; I just don't know what."

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Something was indeed wrong.

The screens were meant to monitor vital signs.

Strictly speaking, they were. Just for the wrong person.

Kate lay across the bed, wires hooked up to her. There was no sign of Ari or his sister.

Gibbs sighed, angry that his enemy had escaped once again. Tony, on the other hand, grinned.

"I hate this guy, but somehow, I'm almost starting to like him."

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Driving at a slightly maniacal speed down the freeway, Ari smiled over at his semi-conscious sister, who rode shotgun. She nodded back, bleary-eyed.

Returning his attention to the road, he sighed. There would be hell to pay when he got back, he knew. But it was worth it.

Any price would be worth it for his sister to be okay.

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"Abby, did you get the address run yet?"

"Caf-Pow." She held out her hand.

Gibbs sighed. "Here you go. But answer the question."

Abby rolled her eyes before taking a sip and setting her drink down on her desk. "It's a warehouse outside of the city, kind of off by itself, the closest house is the one where the car was stolen... the kind of place, for instance, that you might use as your base if you didn't want to be found. If, that is, you're a Mossad assassin masquerading as a terrorist. I looked at the shipping invoices, and there are a lot of weapons moving through there-"

"But if you're using it for your base, why would you write down your address at all, never mind drop it somewhere, along with the shell casings-"

"Which were kind of hard to trace -I'm still working on it- some sort of rifle, but we already knew that. No prints, no DNA. I did-"

"Thanks, Abs; I think I know what happened."

"-find a cat hair, probably from the kitten McGee rescued, which was grey and black striped, about 4 months old…"

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A resigned Gibbs, still-laughing Tony, confused McGee, and semiconscious Kate piled out of their car at the warehouse, silently walking through the doors.

Kate's voice broke the silence. "Whoa."

That pretty much summed it up.

Various boxes, boards, crates, and other miscellaneous objects cluttered the warehouse, as might have been expected if they hadn't been full of bullet holes and used shell casings. Dried blood stained the ground between a doorway and a stack of boxes, ending in a trail leading toward the house where, presumably, Ari had stolen the car. Two bodies lay nearby.

Tony commenced his commentary on the current conditions. "So they were fighting these guys, kill two of them, then she gets hurt, he steals the car and gets her to the hospital, then goes and kills the other guys, and repossesses his sister once he's done."

Gibbs nodded. "Yep; that would be my guess."

Kate agreed. "It makes sense that she would be the one person he would care about- he wouldn't just get attached to just anyone, you know."

A grin spread across Tony's face. "What- did you try it? Because really, Kate, he's not your type-"

"DiNozzo, I would whack you over the head, but I think all those dirty thoughts would come flying out of your brain and contaminate the crime scene."

Tony was speechless for a moment. "I'll… go call Ducky."

Kate smirked as she began photographing the scene. Gibbs followed suit, talking to her quietly.

"You think Ari shoots people in the shoulder because that happened to his sister? I guess that would explain it, but I just have to wonder what he did to whoever shot her."

"I imagine the results would not be unlike our current crime scene."

"I suppose."

Kate shuddered, taking a sample of the pool of blood.

"Let's just be glad that his sister didn't get killed."

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Author's note: So anyway, there will be one more chapter…

Idle thoughts while surfing NCIS's fanfic home page:

1. Not AGAIN!

2. People have WAY too much time on their hands.

3. Oh, dear. Get that picture out of my head!

4. No, you may not turn McGee into a werewolf.

Am I the only one who thinks that fanfic has a little problem?