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Here is chapter 9: Ziva's Loft
On the way to Ziva's loft, they stopped by a McDonald's for a late night bite; she learned that he was use to American foods and that he called his handmade gun the Smithers AR-6 in honor of its creator. She unlocked the door to her loft and let them in before locking it again.
"So what do you want to do?" she asked as they sat at the breakfast nook and ate their food.
"Sleep, I'll take the sofa if I could get a duvet." he replied after swallowing his food. She remembered that British people call a comforter, a duvet.
"Sure thing." Once they finished eating, Ziva noticed that it was almost midnight. Then she went to the hall closet and grabbed a few blankets, a quilt, and a pillow. When she entered the living room, Alex had changed into sweatpants and a SAS shirt. She gave him the blankets and pillow and said their goodnights.
She felt like she shouldn't have gone to sleep and leave Alex alone. But, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was deeply asleep.
She heard a squeaking of the the floor from somewhere in the apartment. She knew someone was walking around, so she grabbed the gun she kept in her bedside table's drawer. Knowing where the squeaky floorboards were, she avoided them as she walked down the hallway.
Before she turned the corner to enter the kitchen, she stopped to listen. She heard the coffee machine running and the tea kettle begin to whistle and something sizzling, while someone was humming. She turned off the safety on her gun, the humming stopped. She turned the corner with her gun aimed at whoever was in her kitchen. Who she found was a blonde teenager pouring a cup of coffee and another of tea.
He looked at her with amusement, he actually snorted. "Good morning to you too, is this how you greet all your guests in the morning?" Alex said.
"Sorry about that." She put the safety back on and accepted the cup he offered her. "I don't usually have guests that spend the night. So I forgot you were here."
"Don't let DiNozzo hear about that, he will start inviting himself over." Alex said as he took a sip of his drink and put eggs and bacon on two plates.
"Aren't teenagers suppose to sleep in?" She sat down at the nook to eat the fluffy scrambled eggs he made.
"Old habits die hard, besides I stayed up to keep an eye on our visitors."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, you must have been really tired to sleep through that. Around two thirty, three men came in and woke me up after falling over my trip wire. Morons, they should have been told not to wake me or hell would break lose."
"What? Someone broke in?!" Ziva saw now that the door was cut around the lock.
"They're on the sofa, they were armed, emphasis on 'were'," Alex pulled three guns out of a drawer, they were disassembled and in their basic pieces.
Ziva got up to look into the living room to find three large men gagged and tied, just waking up and glaring at her.
"Wha-How-you-they-What?" she baffled and he heard their petty efforts to break free. He walked up to the men and pinched their necks, resulting in them all losing consciousness.
"Morons didn't realize who they were sent after, gonna get an earful if their superiors ever get a hand on them, probably get cyanide too." Alex walked back to the kitchen to eat his breakfast.
"What do you mean?"
"They failed, so now they are a liability. They would be dead already if I hadn't checked them for the little packets." Alex pointed to a monkey dish with three small pills that she assumed to be cyanide.
"I'm going to call Gibbs." She grabbed her phone and dialed him up while Alex cleaned up the kitchen.
"Gibbs."
"We got a problem over here."
"What?"
"Three men are on my couch right now, and Alex says that they broke in last night."
"What happened?" She heard him walk up the basement stairs, and close his door.
"Apparently, they woke him up and he dealt with them, I only found out a few minutes ago when he woke me up."
"I'm on my way. Call up Tim and DiNozzo and tell them to come to your place." Gibbs hung up.
"You might want to make more coffee, Alex. We are going to have some grumpy company." With that she heard the coffee machine roar to life once again. She then dialed up Tony and McGee.
Like she predicted, Tony and McGee were a bit grumpy as it was only six am. Alex handed them coffee cups as they entered and sat on a chair in the living room across from the groggy and gagged men on her sofa.
"Wow Ziva, nice work." Tony complimented.
"It wasn't me, I found them like that when I woke up. Alex did all that and made breakfast."
"Breakfast? Is there any left?" Tony asked.
"I made a fresh batch of flapjacks for you lot, they're on the stove. Help yourself." Alex said as he began to clean his Smithers AR-6. Tony and McGee walked to the kitchen to help themselves to the fluffy, hot pancakes waiting for them. Meanwhile other agents were taking the barely concious men out of the loft to the cars waiting for them.
"Wow these are really good, Alex." Tony said with his mouth full. "Where did you learn to cook this well?"
"Always knew, I had a lot of practice since I was the only one in K-Unit that was allowed to cook. You do not want to leave any of them in the kitchen alone unless you want the fire department to show up."
"I guess they can't cook then." Ziva said.
"Not for their lives, and they love my cooking since all they get at Beacon is bland, vitamin filled mush."
"Yeah I can see why they prefer this over mush." McGee said after he finished his pancakes.
"Why are you so awake any way?" Tony asked Alex.
"Who do you think kept an eye on them since they broke in?"
"Okay why didn't Ms. David call us sooner?" Tony asked again.
"Because, I was in cold." Ziva said.
"You mean out cold, it's 'you're out cold'" Tony corrected her.
"Whatever, stupid English idioms, anyway, I woke up to find Alex in the kitchen and the men on my couch."
"Actually, its American Idioms, and thanks for pointing that gun at me, is that an Isreali/American custom I am unaware of?"
"You aimed your gun at him?" McGee asked.
"He didn't seem to mind it, he actually snorted at it." Ziva replied.
"What?" Tony asked.
"I knew she wasn't going to shoot until she knew the threat, and I always wear my bullet proof jersey everywhere."
"Someone's paranoid." Tony joked.
"Well if that someone has done the things I have, they have the right to be."
"Sorry."
"Rule number Six DiNozzo." Gibbs said following a head slap.
"Right, boss."
"Rule number six?" Alex questioned.
"Never apologized, its a sign of weakness." McGee answered.
"Ah, I guess there are other 'rules' like that; if so I am going to need to remember them. I think Joe and the others would find that those interesting." Alex laughed.
"So what happened?" Gibbs asked, trying to get back on track.
"0234 hours, they picked the lock, came in and tripped on my trip wire that I set up after Ziva went to sleep.-"
"Why did you set up a trip wire?" Tony asked.
"Precaution. Anyway they fell over, I got up, disarmed them, then gagged them."
"You did all of this?" McGee asked.
"Yes, is there a problem with that?"
"Nope, none at all." McGee said, knowing if Alex has done all he claims to have done, plus taking three large men out while only being awake for a few minutes, he does not want to be on Alex's bad side.
"Okay, we'll meet up at NCIS in an hour, we will need all hands to deal with the paper work. And you will have more explaining to do, kid." Gibbs said to everyone as he finished his coffee Alex so kindly gave him.
"Fine with me." Alex shrugged. "And I can be very good with paper work as well." The others left, leaving Ziva alone with Alex.
"How are you so good at everything?" Ziva asked after Alex finished washing the dishes.
"That's not true, I am terrible at horseback riding, and hate it greatly. But the rest just comes naturally." Alex said with a chuckle. "It's in my blood. Just like you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means what it means, if you can't figure that out, your in the wrong field. Now, shouldn't we get ready for a long day of stale air and paper work?"
Sorry for the long wait, as FanFiction Queen brought it to my attention today, it has been a whole 19 days since I posted the last chapter,
Well I apologize! Life got in the way and I was busy pouring my attention into Just his Luck the prequel I thought up. There will also a sequel which I will call Papa Bear and another story afterwards called Reunion.
If any of my readers like Harry Potter, then check out a fanfic called Dragon Riders at Hogwarts by silverwolf310 (silverwolf asked me to advertise her story since we spent most of yesterday typing up the fourth chapter.)
Please follow Just his Luck even though there is not much posted so far, but there will be more up by the new year, as well as with this story. If I don't post anything in the next few days, Happy Holidays to all my readers!