Thunderstorm
"Reservations for McGee, please," says the Commander, towering over the petite Asian maitre, who is looking at the computer searching for his name.
"Table for two, no?" she says in an undistinguishable accent.
He nods, and follows another Asian female, who is guiding him to one of the private set dinner tables, closer to a huge tropical aquarium on the wall, where colorful fishes swam placidly under blue lights.
He sat down, smiled at the waitress and just ordered a glass of water. He wanted to be sober for the conversation yet to come. He received some disturbing news from Mike. He said that he was under attack, and all six hackers who tried to pry loose the information Kieran had requested had been hunted down and executed. Besides that, several other business enterprises, both legal and illegal ones, had been suddenly attacked both by the local police and also by the FBI. It really sounded like a payback, and Mike had ordered him to make his move, otherwise he would.
And if Mike Murdoch made his move, there would be no survivors within a hundred miles radius of the blast.
So, with the information he had gathered, Kieran was ready to attack his little sissy son and that bunch of losers at NCIS. If he thought he could humiliate him like that, before the director of NCIS, and walk free, no, he was mistaken.
He contacted a news editor, who was known for airing the news first and asking questions later, and informed that he had hot news about the NCIS agent whose sister had survived Waverly. After all, despite Joy's passionate speech about the press invasion of the privacy of the survivors, they had backed down, but did not let go of the story completely.
Anyone who was freely willing to toss them a bone, they would attack like a pack of hungry wolves. And if there was one thing Kieran enjoyed, it was the feeding frenzy of predators on weaker prey.
He smiles thinking about the dirt he was able to dig up about the team, and also the dirt very expertly created by Mike's goons and sent to him. After he's done, his son would be sent to prison, for sure, and that stuck up Director would be fired and that cold eyed marine would be arrested for treason.
The waitress, a pixie looking brunette with violet eyes, serves him water, and he doesn't even thank her. She walks away to serve the next table. His attention is then turned to the entrance of the restaurant, where a gorgeous blonde, in a dark moss green dress, which flows over her body seductively, not hugging her curves, but giving a brief idea of the wonderful curves and strong muscles beneath the fabric, enters the restaurant and starts talking with the maitre. He gulps when the gorgeous blonde turns her head to him, and she smiles, a perfect white teeth smile.
She nods to the maitre, and another employee guides her to his table. He stands up when the goddess reaches him, and she opens a polite smile to him, all professionalism, and stretches her hand to greet him.
"Commander Kieran McGee, I presume," her polite voice is a caress to his ears, and her tone is totally professional.
"Yes, ma'am," he answers as they shake hands.
"I'm Tyla Hermann, editor on the CWTV channel," smiles Hope Buchanan, "we have business to discuss."
They sit down for dinner.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
After some polite minutes talking about nothing important, Hope, disguised as Tyla Herman, gave Commander Kieran McGee the opening so they could go to what was really the topic of the evening: the commander's son, who was a NCIS agent and his sister, a survivor of the Waverly Massacre.
"Please, you mentioned on the phone that you could give us more," she lowers her voice, and makes a show of looking around for someone snooping on them, "exciting details so we may add to our dossier on them, and I have to confess, that really intrigued me. What could you possibly tell us that would be so shocking to cause the ripples you mentioned?"
Kieran smiles a cruel smile, which gives Hope chills of disgust, but she kept her fake smile firmly bolted to her face, and listened patiently to all the dirt, real and some very creatively spun, that Kieran was spilling to what he believed to be a member of the press. She felt fury, disgust and hate at this father, who would willingly disgrace his oldest son, only for the pleasure of retribution for real or imaginary disagreements.
All the conversation was not only being taped by a very creative bug installed under the table, as well as another one in the flower arrangement on the table, and another in the ornate lamp hanging from the wall, but it was also been simultaneously broadcast to all agents involved in the bust, from Hope's team to the NCIS team, all carefully hidden from view.
Her snoop team, two agents in a van down the block, two others in an office at the back of the restaurant, were carefully taking notes and ensuring that everything would be recorded to be used in court later on.
She smiled when she was supposed to smile, and took her glass and gulped all the water, just to keep her hands busy and not to draw her weapon and shoot the bastard point blank. As he mentioned another slur towards McGee, their McGee, sweet Timothy who brought her sister from the deep well of despair she had been in for so long and gave her something to laugh about again, she twitched, and slowly returned glass to the table and leaned her head to the left, listening to him with all her attention.
A brunette waitress came to her table, and served her more water. She looks up, and she smiles at Temp, and nods, thankful for her little sister.
Temp fills her cup with water, and turns to Kieran, "more water, sir?" He waves her away, and she leaves their table.
"Commander McGee," she starts, just to be interrupted by him, "Kieran, please." He smiles and leers at her, "no reason why we should be so formal."
She smiles politely, "I hope you understand, all the things you just told me, they are very serious accusations, do you have proof to back them up? Because I can't stake my news channel's and my credibility without proof. If they sue us, it might be the end of my career as editor in chief."
"Oh, but I do." He kicks a suitcase under the table, and pushes it towards her, "all the evidence you might need to unmask the corruption inside NCIS is in there. They are a nest of vipers, who must be stopped at all cost."
Hope takes the suitcase, and looks around for anyone watching them, and puts it on her lap. She glances at Kieran, and opens it, just a little gap so she may peek inside. Indeed, inside are several tapes and dossiers, some marked top secret and confidential.
"Is everything here?" she asks.
"Everything I could put my hands on, and so much more," says Kieran gleefully.
"Good," she smiles wolfishly, and closes the suitcase and returns it to her lap.
She leans over the table, and stretches her arm towards him, her hand palm up asking him to touch her. He happily complied, and he grasps her soft hand in his, and he is excited by the softness of her hand.
"You, Kieran, made me so happy today, and we became such good friends," she leans more, and whispers, "that I have two confessions to make to you." She blinks slowly, and Kieran leans over the table, and he feels himself drowning in these gorgeous blue pools studying him. She's still tracing faint circles on his palm, and he feels shivers running on his body. It's been a while since he felt such attraction.
"First, I really find you are a disgusting example of human cruelty, and that people like you should be tied to the hull of a space ship, and left to burn on the exit of the atmosphere," he frowns, and he feels her digging her well manicured nails in his wrist, like claws.
"My second confession," she smiles, "I'm not a TV editor," a shadow falls over their table, "I'm FBI," he looks up, and he sees the very unfriendly face of an older brunette with piercing violet eyes, and right beside her, the cold stare of his oldest son's boss, Agent Gibbs.
"I hope you don't mind," the older woman, in her forties, says, "We're joining the party."
"Of course not," says Hope, with a big smile, and she let's go of his hand. Gibbs forces him to slide deeper in the cushioned seat, and seats beside Kieran, all the time glaring at him.
"The more, the merrier," says Hope with a smile.
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