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Chapter 7

Bright light. It was all he could see. Just an orange blur through closed lids. Gibbs opened his eyes with a groan, instantly regretting doing so. The lights above him seared through his vision, causing him to close his eyes tightly. Beside him he could hear a voice, distant, hushed and garbled.

Everything hurt, his head, his arms his legs, places that he did not know could hurt did hurt. Risking opening his eyes again, he tried to focus his attention on what was going on around him. Then it hit him. Entering the house, the explosion, then pain. He tried to get up, but he was pushed down again. Suddenly a masked face hovered over him, telling him to calm down, that everything would be fine. It was then that he found himself fleeting in to unconsciousness, his eyes suddenly feeling heavy.

When he awoke, it was to the sound of an obnoxious beeping. Beside him he could hear the rustle of clothing, the whispering of voices. Opening the heavy lids of his eyes he saw Abby, her head rested beside his bandaged hand, her black maraca smudged slightly by tears. Two other people were in the room with him, Timothy McGee stood at the end of the bed, one arm in a blue coloured sling. The second occupant was Dr Mallard, his expression weary as he glanced down at Jethro's medical chart.

"Hi Boss" Timmy said, with a smile, Gibbs nodded, then looked at Ducky. The old doctor also had a smile on his face, although it was small and tired.

"Where's DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Both McGee and Ducky looked down at the floor.

"Jethro, when Tony and you were brought in he was deemed critical… he was taken into surgery for extensive damage to his stomach and upper back, they have put him into a medically induced coma. He will heal better that way" Gibbs seemed to take the information well, nodding his head at doctor Mallard's statement.

Beside him Abby stirred, causing all heads to turn her way. Lifting her head from her place on the bed she glanced up at Gibbs, her face breaking out into a smile.

"Gibbs!" she said, jumping up and wrapping her arms round his neck.

"Oh my god Gibbs, don't ever do that to me again, you were unconscious for at least 6 hours, Tony is in a coma and Ziva is dead, what else is going to happen Gibbs what?" she asked, barely stopping to take a breath. Gibbs could see the worry in her face,; he smiled, hugging her back. A nurse came through the door, smiling at the

sight before her.

"Excuse me, Visiting hours are over" she said, Abby's arms only hugged tighter.

"Abigail…" Ducky voice broke their embrace. Wrinkled hands wrapped gently round Abby's arm, pulling her towards the door.

"We can see him later dear." waving a sad goodbye Abby followed both Timmy and Ducky towards the exit. After all, they had a case to solve.

Xxx

Timothy McGee had never really been the an intimidating person, but as he walked into the interrogation room, he couldn't help but feel a pang of hatred as his eyes fell onto the man that currently occupied the chair. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, slamming it forcefully shut behind him.

Silently making his way to the chair opposite Habib, he stared into his eyes. Daring him to talk first.

"And who might you be?" Habib asked amused. McGee licked his lips before answering.

"My name is Special Agent McGee, I want to ask you a few questions" he said, the man opposite smile.

"Jamal Kabib, I know you know where he is? "

"What makes you think I will tell you?" he leaned forward, showing yellow teeth.

"Well, if you tell me where I can find him that will definitely make your prison sentence shorter" the man's smile faded.

"What prison sentence?" He asked, leaning back into his chair, it was McGee's turn to smile.

"We can charge you with, withholding information from federal authorities and the murder of a federal agent" the Israeli man licked his lips nervously, unconsciously biting down on his lip.

"Why is Jamal in DC?" McGee asked forcefully. Habib paused before answering.

"To finish the Job he started, to hurt the man that hurt him, we already attacked the Directors heart by getting rid of that whore he calls a daughter" he laughed. "Not that the Director has much of a heart… to attack" McGee leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"Now all he needs to do is finish the job he started"

"What job?" Habib smiled evilly.

"This is where I stop answering your questions." McGee sighed. The door suddenly swung open, with enough force to dent the wall beside. The director stormed in and with one swift moment lifted Chavev from his seat, slamming him against the wall. The mans feet dangled inches from the floor, as he looked down fearfully at the Director.

"I do not have much patients left in me Chavev" McGee could see that the man was shaking with anger. "Tell me what job he is trying to finish!" the man struggled against him.

"Bombing…M…Mossad" he said through desperate attempts to suck in air.

"Warehouse on Downs street…" after one more strong squeeze the director let go of the man's neck, letting him fall in a heap to the floor. McGee stood there speechless. The Director turned to him.

"Where is this, Downs street he speaks of?"

"Not far from here…sir."

"Let's go." the man walked towards the door, after a few moments. McGee followed.

Xxx

It had been three hours since he was released from the hospital, three hours since he walked away from Gibbs room, three hours since he was told his best friend was in a coma and three hours since he had received information about Jamal Kabib's ware bouts.

Pulling outside the back of the warehouse, McGee felt a pang of fear build up in his stomach. A small van pulled up behind him and out flooded a group of FBI agents. Taking a deep breath, Timmy opened the door, pulling his SIG from the now empty holster. Closely following the FBI agents. They approached the warehouse cautiously, their guns drawn protectively in front of them. The moment they had entered the building gunshots tore through the two agents in front, causing everyone to duck for cover.

Peering over the top of the barrel he currently hid behind, he spotted three men not too far away from him, one of them being Jamal. He was a handsome man, with messy black hair and a neat goatee. Suddenly a bullet his the side of the barrel, causing McGee to duck as it narrowly missed ripping though his skull. Firing blindly at the three men he smiled when he heard the sound of a bullet making contact, he glanced up, seeing that he had shot Jamal in the leg. Before the other two men could reload their guns, McGee fired two bullets, each hitting their target.

The gunfire ceased as did the shouts. Tim got up from his place on the floor, brushing the dust from his pants., glancing at the many body's that were strewn across the floor in a careless fashion .

"Special Agent McGee! " a female voice called to him. McGee followed it, stopping in front of the owner. FBI agent Sara Green's expression was one of fear and bewilderment. Two large missiles stood side by side, pointed upward towards the sky.

"The missiles are set for automatic deployment at 1300 hours!" a worried male voice said, causing McGee to swallow hard.

"What time is it now?"

"Just under 1230 sir….."

Xxx

It was 2:30 by the time McGee dragged himself into the Bullpen. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The arm that was in the sling throbbed for attention. His eyes glanced wearily down to the floor as he stifled a yawn.

"The threat against Israel, is over yes?" came a cold voice from behind. He jumped, almost dropping his coffee.

"Yes sir it is, but Jamal got away" McGee said sadly. The Directors eyes widened.

"You let my daughter's killer, escape?" the man stood from his seat, looking down on Agent McGee.

"He won't get far, I put out BOLO for him" he said forcefully, not caring about the height difference between them, not caring about the fact that this man could havekilled him hundred times over by now.

"Well, bring my daughters killer to justice, and she will indeed rest in peace, tell the others I said goodbye" the director turned and started towards the elevator.

"Wait, you're leaving?" McGee said with wide eyes. The man simple turned and nodded his head.

"My daughter needs to be buried soon…or she will not be able to pass!" McGee watched as the man turned and headed for the elevator again.

"She wants to be cremated…" he called after him softly.

"Excuse me?"

"Ziva, she wants to be cremated, not buried" McGee said softly. The man across from him frowned.

"I have already made plans for her!" he shouted, then looked down at the floor. "But I think I could change them, for her." the two men were silent, staring at each other from the short distance between them.

"When is the funeral?" McGee broke the silence.

"Tomorrow, sunset." he replied shortly. McGee's eyes widened yet again.

"We can't make that!" he shouted, a little louder then he thought possible.

"You won't have to, no one here is invited, family only!" the Director stormed towards the elevator, slamming his thumb down on the call button.

"Family only!" McGee watched as the director stepped inside of the elevator, a look of anger on his face. The doors closed shortly after, leaving McGee alone in the bullpen. He didn't know how much more he could take. He had just lost his friend in a savage attack, and two others were in hospital. Sometimes, life sucked, but he wasn't going to miss Ziva's funeral. Not even if it killed him.

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