TOML chp. 3
Ronald Reagan International Airport
Civil Air Hangar
Washington, D.C.
1215 hours
Terry had just finished handing off their prisoner to the NCIS containment. As far as these agents knew, he and Ziva were independent contractors. They'd left anything that identified them as NCIS agents in their desks at the navy yard. Once the agents were gone, he went to collect their gear and found Ziva in the hangars office on the phone. She said goodbye to whoever she was talking to and smiled at him. "Who was that?"
"The director. I let her knew that the target has been turned over to the containment team."
"Ok, good. What now?"
"She wants to meet us tonight for drinks with the team. She told us to take the rest of the day off." She finished, smiling again.
"Why Mrs. Gibbs, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Yes, Mr. Gibbs." She said, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him.
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Jen smiled. Ziva had just informed her that Al-Zarquawi had been handed off to the containment team. She knew he would transported to a secure location for interrogation and she was debating whether or not to have Terry conduct the interrogation himself. He knew from what he'd told her about his time in Special Forces that he knew something about interrogation. But then she remembered his anger issues and decided against it. She decided to with her instincts and make a phone call.
000
Terry was sitting on his and Ziva's bed, Ziva's head on his chest. "You do good work, agent Gibbs."
"You to, Mrs. Gibbs." He said.
"Terry do you… do you want have more children?"
Terry thought for a moment. "Only if I can have them with you, Ziva."
She smiled and got out of bed, going to her closet. Terry groaned. "What's wrong?"
"I was enjoying the show."
She laughed, pulling on her shirt. "You have a dirty mind, Terry."
"I know. It's why you love me."
"Among other things." She said, the jeans coming on next.
"Where are you going?"
"Out. I'll see you tonight." She said, kissing him and leaving the room.
Terry sighed, got out of bed and went to get a shower.
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McGee was sitting on a park bench, watching Abby play with Collin and Sam. She's wonderful with them. She'll make a great mother.
"Tim, we're hungry." Abby said, holding the boys hands. She gave him her best puppy dog face and the boys matched said face perfectly. Tim couldn't help it, he laughed. "Ok, let's fix that. We're meeting Terry, Ziva, Gibbs and the director at Mulligan's in…" He checked his watch. "Oh, darn, we're late."
"Timmy, don't swear in front of the children." Abby said as they walked to her car.
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Ziva checked the test for a third time and smiled wider through her tears. She was happy, but she wondered if Terry would be. But she pushed these thoughts out of her head for the time being, went to her car and drove to Mulligan's.
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An hour later, the group was drinking and enjoying themselves. Terry noticed something was different about his wife. When she went to the bar for more drinks, he cornered her. "Hey, babe, what's up?"
"Nothing." She lied.
"Uh-huh, well then how come you look like you're on cloud nine and have been all day?"
She smiled and tears sprang into her eyes. "Terry, I'm…"
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Jaleel had been sitting in his car reading a newspaper for three hours, watching the bar. All he'd been told was that he should target bars, strip clubs, anything of vice. He'd seen an older man and a red haired woman go into the bar and that was good enough for him. Three of his targets were better than none. Jaleel pulled a detonator from his pocket, flipped a switch and closed his eyes. Seconds later he heard a loud bang, then nothing.
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Terry felt himself being lifted off the ground and being thrown into the air. In the seconds before his mind told him what was happening, he pushed Ziva to the floor and covered her. The bars front windows exploded and the patrons next to them were killed. Terry knew got up and moved to the area where their table had been. "Boss! Boss!"
"Terry! You ok!?"
"Yeah, you?"
"We're good." He said, checking Jen and Sam. Ducky was checking Abby and Tim.
"Daddy…" Collin asked.
"What, buddy?" Terry asked, forcing a smile.
"Why isn't mommy getting up?" Terry whirled around and saw Ziva lying on the floor where he'd covered her. He crabbed walked to where she was, moving around now panicked citizens. He felt a pulse. She was alive. "Ziva, Ziva! Come on, honey. Wake up, baby. Please. You were trying to tell me something. I wanna know what that was. Come on, baby, please." Terry squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stop the tears. But it didn't work.