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May 4, 2009

"He's Mossad!" Kate exclaimed as the man moved further into the room and exchanged pleasantries with Callen.

Every head in MTAC spun to Kate who stood in the middle of the room.

"Are you sure?" Macy asked Kate.

"Positive." Kate replied. "He was in a picture Ziva showed me from her time in Tel Aviv. All of the people in the pictures were Mossad Officers or paper pushers. The only non-Mossad person she had pictures of was her Aunt Nettie."

"He got a name?" Gibbs asked his daughter.

"Michael." Kate replied. "I don't know his last name though."

"It's a start." Gibbs said. "McGee, get Tony and Ziva in MTAC now!"

"On it, Boss!" McGee said as he disappeared to call Washington.

"You have everything I asked for?" Michael asked 'Liam'.

"Times four." Callen said coolly.

"Passports?" Michael inquired.

"Everything."

"And it's all here?" the Mossad Officer prodded.

"It's all here," Callen said as he reassured the client.

"First the face, next the name." Eric said as he and McGee started a search for Michael in the Immigration and Homeland Security databases.

Kate had been pulled from the case when she had claimed Callen as her brother. Macy didn't want Kate doing anything rash to protect Callen or seeking revenge if Callen was injured or killed on this op. It was fine with Kate, she was allowed to watch and listen in on the operation and watch as much Army CID as she wanted to on HULU.

"You know, I met a man in Damascus who said you were dead." Michael told Liam as he sat down on the bed.

Callen chuckled as he leaned against the wall as he watched the other man inspect his goods on the bed. "Let me know when he passes. I'll come to his funeral."

"Too late." Michael said as he pointed a hand gun at Callen. "Who are you?"

"Abort, abort! Target in the center of the room weapon drawn." Macy said into the com.

Kate gasped and attached herself to McGee as the gun was trained on Callen's chest. McGee knew from experience to let Kate 'koala' herself to the nearest NCIS Agent that made up her family and allow her the few moments of clingy-ness that would ensue when another family member is threatened. Tim just rubbed her back and let her know everything would work out alright in the end. McGee reached for Kate's ear piece doo-dad but she whacked his hand away. Kate wanted to hear everything incase this was the last thing she heard from Callen.

"Federal Agents! Don't move!" Kate recognized this third voice as Sam and heard two doors crash open.

"Put down your weapon!" Kensi ordered.

"Put it down!" Sam barked in an echo. It seemed that Michael was in a defiant mood that morning.

"Come on Mace! He wasn't going to shoot me!" Callen said exasperated with Macy. "Tell her you weren't going to shoot me!"

"I wasn't going to shoot him." Michael parroted.

Jethro chuckled a little as Nate observed the situation. "No tension in the upper body and the voice is all wrong. Probably wasn't going to shoot him."

"Be embarrassing if he had." Jethro mused as he watched his daughter's hold on McGee lesson.

"There's no room for 'probably', Nate." Macy snapped. "Do we have a full name?"

Kate lifted her head from McGee's shoulder and watched Macy and Eric from her relatively safe position; wrapped up in McGee's arms. Well, she was until Tim moved an arm around her to access the keyboard in front of him. He still kept one arm around her waist letting her know he was still there for her.

"Well we just started," McGee told Macy. "It's gonna take at least a…"

He was interrupted by the dinger dinging on the facial recognition search.

"We got a match here, Boss." McGee said sounding confused.

"Put it on the screen." Gibbs ordered.

"Millions of possibilities," McGee said to Kate and Eric. "And we get a hit in six seconds."

"Is that bad?" Kate asked. She too was used to hours long searches that could take up to a day and a half.

"Could be," Eric said. "Or we just got lucky."

"Let's go with lucky." Kate said.

"Michael Rivkin." Macy read from the screen.

"His name is Michael Rivkin," Sam relayed to Callen. Since Callen was the undercover agent this time he was com less.

"FBI?" Rivkin guessed.

No response.

"CIA?" he tried again.

"NCIS." Callen said to a now less smug looking Rivkin.

"Ahh, he's way too confident." Nate observed the body language of the Israeli. "Things are about to go pear shaped, Mace."

"Who are you?" Callen asked.

"Mossad." Rivkin said with gusto.

"You can prove that?" Callen asked.

"No," Rivkin said. "But I know someone who can. Her name is Ziva David." He said to that camera in the TV.

"McGee!" Jethro barked.

"Yeah, Boss?" McGee replied.

"Are DiNozzo and David in MTAC yet?" Gibbs growled out.

"Not yet." McGee said. "Rachael says that they're waiting for Ziva to come in."

"Whoa," Kate said. "Ziva's late for work? That's weird."

Eric turned to Kate. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, it's about six thirty in the morning here, making it nine thirty in DC." Kate said. "Ziva normally shows up around seven am and she and McGee race up to the Bull Penn to see who gets in first. I come in around seven thirty, Gibbs comes in around eight, and Tony's normally the last to show up around quarter past eight."

"So, if Ziva's coming in late," McGee said. "She's sick, overslept, or taking advantage of the Boss not being in the office and having a social life."

"And Tony's picking up the slack." Kate finished. "This is really weird for Tony."

McGee just chuckled. "It's about time he stopped dumping work on Ziva when nobody's looking."

"She likes it when he does that, Tim." Kate said. "Ever notice how they flirt even harder after he dumps some extra work on her?"

Tim stopped and thought for a moment. "Oh my God. I can't believe I never saw that before! Does Abby know?"

Kate shook her head evilly. "I've been putting together a video from the security feeds for Abby for Christmas. It'll blow her socks off."

The screen that didn't have Callen and Rivkin emblazoned on it flared to life displaying Ziva and Tony to the Los Angeles NCIS crew.

"Ziva." Gibbs said to the Israeli woman. Kate waved like an idiot in the background and began making funny faces at Tony to see if he would keep a straight face or not.

"Gibbs." Ziva said as she discreetly waved back to Kate.

"McGee, put it up." Jethro said. He knew exactly what his daughter was up to as he watched DiNozzo struggle to keep a straight face. Hell, he often encouraged Kate to make faces at his Agents during video conferences to make things a little interesting when there were important people with him. Kate got twenty bucks for each time one of them smiled, and DiNozzo had just grinned for the second time.

It was easy money for the teenager.

"You recognize him?" Jethro asked as the video feed of Rivkin appeared on screen.

Ziva didn't react to the video feed; it was like she was expecting it show up.

"Ziva!" Gibbs barked.

"Yes, I know him." The Mossad liaison responded. "His name is Michael Rivkin."

"He says he's Mossad." Gibbs relayed. There was another smile from DiNozzo. Kate was getting too good at this game.

"Anything else you can tell us about him, Officer David?" Macy asked.

"No." Ziva said quickly, too quickly in fact. "I have not worked with him in some time."

"We will talk more about this later." Gibbs growled. He knew Ziva was lying and he hated being lied to.

"Of course." Ziva replied and Gibbs ended the transmission.

"Talk to me!" Gibbs barked to his mini team.

"Rivkin's cover is an Israeli banker, Boss." McGee read from his computer.

"He flew in three days ago, Gibbs." Kate told her father.

"You know this, how?" Gibbs asked his daughter.

"Facebook." Kate replied without missing a beat. "Ziva mentioned that a male friend was flying in from Tel Aviv on business and she was hoping to spend some time with him if he had some time off."

"What the hell is he doing here then?" Macy asked.

"Same thing we are." Jethro said. "Finding a terrorist cell."

"Yay!" Kate said sarcastically. "Mossad~NCIS cooperation. Let's hope it works out as much as it did that last time you guys went to Tel Aviv."

"Kate." Gibbs barked.

"What?" Kate said as she spun around in her wheelie chair to face her father.

"Back to the hotel. Now." Gibbs ordered.

"What? Why?" Kate asked, upset.

"You've been up for forty eight hours with a cat nap or two." Gibbs said. "You're no good to me if you're sleeping on your feet."

"Fine." Kate huffed as she put her laptop back in her back pack and headed for the stairs. Jethro grabbed her arm as she stormed past him.

"Plus," He whispered into her ear. "You're mother would kill me if I let you get any more involved in this investigation."

Kate nodded, fully knowing her father had a point. "I'm going to G's place if you need me."

"Stay out of trouble." Jethro said warmly.

"Don't I always?" Kate asked sweetly.

Jethro just chuckled.

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A half hour later Kate carefully slid into Callen's Spartan apartment and locked the door behind her.

Kate took out her laptop and booted it up. While she waited to connect to Skype she rummaged around Callen's fridge and found some pudding. Kate came back and called Abby's lab, but got no response. Kate wasn't in the mood to Skype every computer that the team logged onto, so she signed out, shut down her computer and threw herself face down onto Callen's bed. Kate was only planning on a little nap and she kicked off her Converse sneakers and pulled the blankets up over her head to block out the sunlight that came in around the crappy shades. 'Just a little nap', she thought to herself. 'And then I'll try calling Abbs again.'

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Several hours later Kate woke up and rubbed her eyes. By the way the sunlight was shining into the apartment; Kate could tell she had slept the whole day away. A quick glance at the clock told Kate it was six in the afternoon. Oopsy.

"Wow." Kate said to herself as she pulled her shoes back on and straightened out the bed. "I didn't mean to sleep this long." Kate left Callen a note to buy food. He was now completely out, well except for some cottage cheese and a pack of energy bars.

Kate locked the door behind her and pulled the rental car keys out of her jeans pocket. Kate waved to Callen from across the street. Kate looked down to check her cell phone for messages but looked up when she heard an SUV blare its horn.

Kate let out an ear piercing shriek as someone from the panel van that had cut off Sam opened fire into Callen with a machine gun. Kate dropped her back pack and sprinted across the street.

"Don't do this to me, G!" Sam was saying as he cradled Callen's head. The younger man was trying to say something but all they could hear was a gurgling sound and there was blood bubbling in his mouth. Kate was crying and was trying to wipe some of the blood away from Callen's mouth.

Sam had called an ambulance when Kate had stood in shock before her sprint across the street. Kate was now clinging to her brother chanting, "No, no, no, no, no, NO!" over and over again. "You can't die! You can't!" she sobbed occasionally as the ambulance pulled up and the EMTs accessed the scene before they strapped Callen to a gurney and Kate climbed into the ambulance with her brother.

"Kate," Sam said. "Where's your bag?"

"Over there somewhere." Kate said between sobs I dropped it in the doorway."

"I'm gonna grab that and get your Dad and McGee and meet you at the hospital." Sam said as the EMTs closed the door to the ambulance. "Okay?"

Kate just nodded and cried even harder. Now, Kate was eighteen years old. In the past eighteen years of her life, two family members had really died, one parent had faked her death, her other parent had been blown up and lost his memory, Tony had almost died of a medieval disease, she had been held hostage in Autopsy by a psycho path, she'd watched the 747 jet plane hit the Pentagon, Kate Todd had been shot in the forehead, Tim had almost been arrested for murder, Tony had been framed for murder and taken into FBI custody, Tony's car had been blown up by the CIA and everybody had thought Tony had been in it, Ziva had had been blown up in Morocco, spent some time in Tel Aviv doing God knows what, and to top it all off her older brother may or may not die on the way to the hospital.

Kate's phone vibrated and she answered the call from her father. "Daddy!" she wailed. "Callen's gonna die!"

"No he's not." Jethro soothed his daughter as the SP Agents had mobilized and Sam, McGee, Gibbs, Macy and Nate were on their way to the hospital. "Everything's going to be okay, Princess."

"No it's not!" Kate said. "He got hit a lot, Daddy! There's blood everywhere, and I'm covered in it…and… and…I want my Mommy!"

Jethro sighed. Kate was beyond calming down over the phone now. "Baby Doll, you need to call Tony. Have him the sing you the song. We'll meet you in the ER, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy." Kate said as she sobbed. "I love you."

"I love you too, Princess." Jethro said. "We'll see you soon."

Jethro hung up the phone and sighed.

"How is she, Boss?" Tim asked worriedly.

"Inconsolable." Jethro said with a sigh. "She's probably going to need therapy, again."

McGee sighed. "Why is it that when our team comes to LA bad things happen, Boss?"

"I don't know, Tim." Jethro said.

"I vote we send the Minor Crime Response Team next time we need to come to LA." McGee said miserably as his phone vibrated. It was a text from Abby. Apparently Kate was beyond forming words into the phone and Tony was singing his hear out. Abby wanted to know why.

"Why did you call Agent Gibson 'Princess'?" Macy asked Gibbs. The silver haired man didn't answer. Macy turned to McGee. He too stayed silent, as did Sam.

"Nate?" Macy asked "Do you know?"

Nate shrugged. "This is just a guess, but I think she's Agent Gibbs's daughter."

"Didn't she…"Macy started sounding confused.

"My older daughter did." Jethro said stonily. "Kate was born a month and a half prematurely."

"Oh." Macy said. "That would make her…"

"Eighteen." Jethro finished.

"And she's been posing as an NCIS Special Agent." Macy said. "And I didn't notice."

"Abby's that good with background information." McGee said.

"Well next time she might want to remember to name the high school Kate attended." Nate said. "She left it blank."

"Oops." McGee said.

"Sam." Gibbs said. "Drive faster, dammit! I don't want my daughter sitting alone in the ER covered in her brother's blood."

Sam just nodded and floored it. There was a chorus of angry horns as Sam weaved the SUV through the downtown LA traffic back towards Venice.

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Erin sighed as she watched the blubbering blond girl that had come in with the shooting victim from Venice Beach. The on call doctor had taken one look at the kid and whisked him away to surgery. Erin had found out between sobs from the blond girl that the man was a federal agent that had been shot on his way home and her adopted brother of some sort. The poor girl was covered in his blood and as soon as Erin had walked away the blond girl had whipped out her cell phone called someone named Tony and hadn't hung up since she had called him. That had been about twenty minutes ago. The poor thing was probably traumatized. Andy, Erin's EMT boyfriend, who was one of the EMTs, had said the girl had witnessed the shooting.

Erin went back to filing out the victim's chart and trying to locate the man's next of kin, a Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and was interrupted when a badge of some sort was dropped into her folder. Erin looked up to see a gray haired man had wrapped the young blond in his arms, an older blond woman stood in front of Erin and there was three other men that stepped in front of the blond girl obscuring Erin's view of her.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Erin asked and her Texas accent just twanged away.

"I'm looking for a shooting victim from Venice Beach." The blond woman said.

"He's in surgery." Erin told the other woman. "I do need his name if you have it, Agent Macy."

"Callen." Macy said with a sigh.

"Is that his first or last name?" Erin asked as she pulled up the search tab on her computer.

"Last." Macy replied. "His first is just the letter 'G'."

Erin nodded and the file came up. "One G Callen, employed by the federal agency NCIS. I need to contact his next of kin, a Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

Macy raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected Gibbs to be Callen's next of kin, but then again she didn't know that Gibbs had another daughter. "He's trying to calm his daughter down at the moment."

Erin leaned to her right and saw the gray haired man had the blond girl in his lap and she was sobbing into his chest.

"Well, he has some paperwork to fill out when he gets a minute." Erin said sweetly. "Just send him over when you get a chance."

"Thank you." Special Agent Macy said and she turned and headed to the group.

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"Did you get Tony to sing to you, Princess?" Jethro asked Kate.

Kate nodded as her father rubbed her back and her sobs gave way to the hiccups. "He sang the whole time, Daddy. He didn't even ask me why."

"That's Tony." Jethro said. "He's just looking out for his baby sister."

Kate nodded and hiccupped. "Is Callen gonna get better?"

"I hope so, Princess." Jethro said.

"Me too," Kate said. "Cynthia's pregnant."

"What?" Jethro asked.

"Callen told me last night." Kate said. "Cynthia called and said she was pregnant and it was his baby, and he's planning on proposing to her on her birthday in August."

Jethro sighed and looked at McGee, Sam and Nate. How were they going to tell Cynthia?

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May 6, 2009

Kate sat in the chair in Callen's room watching the monitor with his vital signs as he slept. The past two days had been incredibly stressful, and Kate was just glad Callen would recover from being shot in the chest multiple times.

"Hey, Squirt," Callen croaked out.

Kate jumped; she hadn't even noticed he was awake. "What Ugly Face?"

Callen smiled. It hurt to laugh. "Can you get me some more ice water, please?"

"Sure." Kate replied. "Oh, and just a warning."

"What?" Callen asked worriedly.

"Mom called Cynthia." Kate said with an apologetic smile. "She's on her way from the airport now."

Callen groaned. As much as he loved his girlfriend, he didn't want her to see him like this. In a hospital bed, swathed in wires, gauze and antiseptics.

"Don't worry." Kate said as she poured her brother a glass of water. "She's happy you're alive, she's gonna have your baby and you'll live happily ever after. What could be better than that?"

"Me not being stuck in a hospital bed, two days after I've been shot having this conversation with a slightly traumatized eighteen year old." Callen replied hoarsely as Kate picked a purple bendy straw from the box on the table.

At Callen's incredulous look Kate said "It matches that cup now shut up." Kate put the glass within his reach and kissed his temple. "You know I love you, right?"

Callen smiled and nodded "I love you too, Kate."

"Good," Kate said with a smile. "Now that's covered…" She flicked the side of his head.

"Hey! That hurt!" Callen said.

"Don't ever do anything like that again!" Kate shrieked. "I don't need you dying on me!"

Callen chuckled. "I promise to curb my near death experiences to when you're not around, Squirt."

"Thank you very much!" Kate said and she gingerly leaned in and hugged Callen.

"You're very welcome." Callen replied.

Fifteen minutes later Cynthia and Jethro found Kate and Callen curled up around each other, peacefully sleeping as the TV flashed muted ZNN news reels.

It was a cute ending to a tragic trip to Los Angeles.

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