TOML chp. 9
"So where's Terry? I thought he would be here." Ziva asked as she finished packing what little she had in the way of personal effects.
Jenny had decided to break the news of Terry's plan to her daughter-in-law privately and in person. "He's questioning a suspect."
Ziva's eyes narrowed. "Where?" They were in the elevator now.
"A facility off-site."
"Where?" Ziva asked again.
"Industrial district." Jen said, as they left the hospital, walking to a parking garage.
Unknown to the women, a man watching them from the lobby's waiting area pulled out a cell phone and speed dialed a number. It rang twice. "I have the women in site."
"Good, keep me posted." Nazeem said, hanging up.
000
"Come on, Gibbs, where is he?" Abby begged. When she'd found Terry and Gibbs had been attacked, she'd wanted to question the man who'd survived herself.
"Can't tell you, abbs. He swore me and the director to secrecy."
"The director! He can't do that! She's his mother, not to mention his boss!"
"Abbs, relax. He'll be fine."
"Gibbs, these guys tried to kill us! And you sent Terry out there alone!"
Gibbs crossed the room and hugged his favorite goth. "It was the way he wanted it, Abbs."
She sighed. "Ok, Gibbs, if you say so." She released him and went back to her machines.
000
"So, Khaleed, what you're telling me is you set this up yourself. No one else?" Terry asked.
"Ye…yes." Khaleed said, weakly. His face was bruised and bloody. Terry's knuckles were broken and bleeding.
"Don't lie to me!" Terry shouted, suddenly in Khaleed's face.
"He said…he said he would kill my family."
"And you think I won't?" Terry growled. It was a lie, Terry had no intention of knowingly harming civilians, but Khaleed didn't know that.
"Was anyone specifically targeted in the bar?"
Khaleed looked blank. "What?"
"Who was supposed to die?" Terry asked calmly.
"You don't know?" Khaleed asked, surprised.
"No, tell me." Terry said.
"The primary targets were Jethro and Terence Gibbs."
000
Collin and Sam were coloring in the director's office under the watchful eyes of Gibbs, Tim and Abby, when Jen and Ziva walked in. The boys jumped up and ran to their mothers, hugging them.
"Mommy! I drawed you a picture. Wanna see?" He asked, smiling.
"I would love, too." Ziva said.
"Where's bubba, mommy?" Sam asked as he sat on Jen's lap, coloring at her desk.
"You remember what happen last night, baby?" Sam nodded, his eyes wide with fear.
"Terry's trying to find the guys who did that." Jen told her son, hugging him.
"Will he get them?"
"Don't you worry about that, buddy. If anybody can get them, it's your brother." Gibbs said. A second later, his phone rang.
"Gibbs."
"Meet me at the pentagon in one hour, alone." Terry said and hung up.
"Why would I do that?"
"I'll tell you when you get here." Terry said, hanging up.
"Who was that?" Jen asked.
"Terry. Wants me to meet him at the pentagon."
"Is he ok?" Abby asked.
"Where is he, boss?" Tim asked.
"He's fine; he wouldn't say. McGee, come with."
"Ok." Tim said, but Gibbs was already out the door.
Tim started to leave, when Abby grabbed his arm. "Be careful, Timmy. I love you."
"Love you, too, Abby." He said, and kissed her cheek. Ziva watched and prayed this would be the last time her husband would be taken from her. But somehow, she knew it wouldn't be.
000
"Where are they now?" Mahannad asked.
Nazeem was on a cell phone, parked in front of the Navy Yard. "They are meeting at the Pentagon."
Mahannad shook will a combination of rage and fear. Because the pentagon was the last place he wanted the Americans.
"I will there in twelve hours." He said and hung up the phone.
Nazeem closed his cell phone and stared at the Glock on the table on from of him, wondering if he should just eat the gun now. Because once Mahannad reached U.S. soil, he was a dead man.