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:Chapter 6:
Gibbs looked up at the clock with a weary expression, sipping his coffee, the rain outside had stopped, the day turning in to a dull and cloudy afternoon, the bullpen around him was quite, with McGee in hospital, and Ziva no longer with them, the day had seemed to drag on. Tony sat with his head turned to his computer, although his eyes were on the desk opposite. Abby sat at Ziva's desk, fiddling with the ripped seems of the cardboard box that rested on its surface.
They were all waiting for the two directors to emerge, patiently waiting as the time ticked by.
Gibbs had never Vance, the Mossad Director, they were much alike in his eyes, cruel, uncaring and cold. Vance at least had a heart, knew how to care for others when the time came, but Gibbs had found the Mossad director more and more heartless every time his name was spoken, every time he saw the mans face.
To be honest, he had found it hard to believe Ziva had turned out the way she did and had not turned into a monster such as Ari, the man that had killed his first agent, Kate, the man that had nearly killed Abby, the man that had drove a stake through his heart trying to hurt every woman he has ever cared about, was ironically killed by the very person who was trying to protect him.
The ding of the elevator drew his attention towards the metal doors, reviling the two directors, side by side.
"Where the hell have you been, you called this meeting fifteen minutes ago and then didn't have the decency to show up!" he yelled, losing his patients. Both Directors stopped in their tracks at his sudden outburst.
"Any luck on finding Jamal Agent Gibbs?" Eli asked, his flat toned voice making Gibbs grit his teeth.
"Abby" he called, Abby instantly looked up. She picked up a remote and put a picture up on the screen, talking as she did so.
"Jamal Kabib, born and raised in Israel, he joined Mossad when he was eighteen but was sentenced to jail for ten years for grand larceny, treason and terrorism in Israel " Abby opened her mouth to say something further, when Eli David spoke up.
"He was my daughter's partner for years before we discovered he had ties with Hamas, he was Ari's right hand man" the man seemed unfazed by this, none surprisingly to Gibbs. "When I sent him to prison he swore revenge, until I received the letter he sent, I thought he was just trying to scare me" the man said.
His eyes were like Ziva's, Tony thought to himself, as he watched the man from where he was sitting. His face betrayed no emotion, because his eyes said it all. He was afraid, he was sad, he cared for his daughter more then she knew he did, and that's what hurt Tony the most. The fact that he was not even decent enough to tell his daughter that he loved her once and a while, that he really did care for her, and all those yeas of being a total utter basted were just a fake façade to save her life, to make her hard.
"He wants to taunt you." Tony suddenly said, causing all heads to turn to him. He looked up.
"Isn't it obvious, you sent him to prison, you made his life a living hell for ten years, now all he wants to do is hurt you before you kill him, make you feel the hurt, make you feel like it is your fault that Ziva is dead" there was a stunned silence. "What?" Tony said, "I can be deep" Gibbs nodded at his senior agent, smiling.
"Abs, where is this guy's last known location?" Gibbs asked, Abby looked at the computer then looked up, grinning.
" Here in Washington, Silver spring, house number 143"
"DiNozzo with me" Gibbs shouted as he made his way to the elevators, Tony right behind him.
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The sun has just started to set on the small city of DC Washington, falling behind the large buildings and illumination the paths with a soft glow. Jamal watched the sun go down, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.
He had forgotten what it had been like to truly be free, and not stuck in a small grey prison cell, with no more then a bed, a toilet and a cellmate. He loved the feel of the wind on his face, the feel of fresh air in his lungs, and smiling to himself he thought, how ironic, that even though the smoke from the cigarette was mixed with the cool air of DC weather, It was still better then the foul prison Director David had stuck him in, without a care of how he would be treated.
To be honest, he had not wanted to kill Ziva, she was the only one that had been good to him, even when they found out he was planning on bombing Israel, and yet, she was the one he decided to kill, the one he wanted to cause pain. Fingering the gold chain he had ripped from her neck, he smiled to himself, thinking of how she fought against him. It was a thrill for him, seeing his partner fall, where in earlier times, he would have tried everything he could have to prevent that. Life was a big joke at times, and he loved it.
Distracted from his musings, his grin could only get bigger when he turned around, Looking into the large door that lead into an old warehouse, facing the very thing he had been trying so hard to create, ever since he was released from prison. He was planning on finishing the job he started, but this time he had people at his side with the same ambition. To destroy Mossad.
Turning round he made his way through the doors of the warehouse, silently watching as his men worked, he could smell the faint aroma of petrol in the air, a smell he had become found of after walking out of prison a free man.
The last of the sunlight filtered through the boarded windows if the warehouse, lighting every object it contained. Missiles. Close to twenty people rushed in and out of the doors of the warehouse, weary not to draw attention to themselves. He breathed in the air with a deep breath then turned to the man that currently stood behind him.
"What?" he asked, the man stood at attention, his white shirt, covered with oil.
"The Missiles are ready for deployment sir" he said, his eyes staring at the wall behind Jamal, if it was something he hated, it was people staring him in the eye, it showed strength, and he didn't like that.
"Good," he said, then turned round, watching as everyone worked.
"Today is a day that will be remembered only by us" he shouted, causing everyone to stop what they were doing, all paying attention to him. "But tomorrow, the whole world will remember…they will remember it, as the day Mossad fell to their knees, the day the Israelis lost the war…" he stopped, taking in everyone expressions. "and the day where Hamas begins its reign! " he lifted his hands high in the air at the yells of triumph reverberated through the room, it was like music to his ears. Mossad was going to pay for the pain they put him through, Eli David had already paid somewhat, Jamal had plans to take out Israel, and he was going to go through with them. By this time tomorrow, Mossad, would be no more.
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Sliver spring was a nice neighbourhood, with houses that you would see in a show of desperate housewife's Everything had its place and seemed to be almost identical. Even the grass seemed to be cut a certain length, He shivered, suddenly thinking of a movie he had watched a few days before, about a neighbourhood that had looked exactly like this, the twisted locals harbouring a twisted secret.
Pulling up just outside Jamal Kibib's house, Tony shuddered. The house looked exactly the same to the others, the same letter box, the same white and blue exterior, the same baby blue terrace. The grass was slightly longer, speckled with weeds and flowers, the curtains were drawn, and the mail box was still full. Antony and Jethro silently got out the car, the setting sun hitting their faces. It had turned out to be a warm day after all, but only when the sun had began to set, did it actually break through the grey clouds that now seemed non existent.
"You think he is home boss" he asked, slowly making his way towards the house, Gibbs close by his side.
"That's what we are here to find out DiNozzo" Gibbs simply replied, climbing the three steps that lead to the door. Knocking softly on the door , Tony tried to glance through the window, the curtains obstructing his view of the inside. When he turned his head to look at the boss, Gibbs was already on his knees, picking the lock. The door opened easily.
"Isn't this breaking and entering boss?" Tony asked worriedly.
"Not if we have a warrant DiNozzo" Tony nodded, then pulled out his gun, pointing it in front of him and starting through the door.
"Clear!" he heard Gibbs say from the other room.
"Looks like he hasn't been home for a while boss" Gibbs entered the room, nodding.
"Either this guys a slob or he just left home and never came back" Tony pointed to the dishes in the sink, a dirty pile of brown speckled white plates lay in an untidy pile across the kitchen worktops.
Gibbs frowned, something wasn't right. Holstering his gun, he closed his eyes, almost listening for something.
"What's up boss?" Tony said, Gibbs shushed him. The room was quiet. Then he heard it, the faint tick, tick, tick the only sound in the room. Gibbs looked around, the only clocks in the room were digital.
"DiNozzo get out now, it's a bomb!" Tony and Gibbs started towards the door, but were thrown back into the living room as an explosion of fire engulfed them.
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