a/n: Sorry it took me a while to update. The next chapters I will do some musical suggestions so you may enjoy fully the chapter. Suggestion for background music for this chapter is The Ride of the Valkyries, from Wagner. Look it up in the internet, in you tube wherever... and read the chapter with that rolling in the background.
Back to the story.
The ride of the Valkyries
The two FBI SUVs and the Porsche stop before the Renaissance hotel. The Buchanans throw their keys to the valets and march towards the doors. Some security bouncers try to stop the group from entering the hotel.
Faith, Hope and Temp show their FBI IDs without stopping and they bulldoze their way in, followed by the NCIS agents. They are stopped by another security guard at the door of the reception hall, this one with all the pointers of being a Marine.
"You can't go in there, Sir," he says to Gibbs, who stops and stares him down.
"I have an arrest to make, and if you don't get out of my way, I will arrest you for obstruction of justice," he says coldly.
The Marine looks at the group with him, all three of them with their FBI IDs, the others with NCIS. He looks at the other security staff at the door, and steps back, letting them enter the ballroom.
They enter the reception, and look at a sea of dress blues and gala uniforms as far as the eye can see.
"Temp, find the judge," says Joy, looking at all the people gathered in the ballroom.
"On it." She disappears amidst the crowd.
Tony glances at Ziva, and sighs. "How the hell will we find the Commander here?" There were at least eight hundred people in the hall, and at least half were in the Navy's gala uniform. It would take hours until they could find him, time that they didn't have.
"Ziva, Tony go to the left, Faith and Hope go to the right, and me and Joy go ahead, as soon as one of you find him, give the others a call," orders Gibbs, already tackling the problem in a practical way.
"No need of it," says Hope, as she steps closer to Joy, whose face is scrunched in concentration, her eyes closed. "We don't need to look for him." She turns to Joy, and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Where is he, Joy?"
Joy is breathing deeply, and leans her head to the side, as if she's listening for something.
"What is she doing?" asks Tony, staring at his teammate.
Faith smirks, and glances at the NCIS agents. "She's hunting."
Joy opens her eyes, and points to the left. "This way." She starts marching towards the back of the ballroom, followed closely by the others. Some party goers stare at them, at their angry looks and at the blood soaked clothes of the woman leading the group. Those in their way, as soon as they looked at them, opened space so they could pass.
"Does she know where she's going?" Ziva stares at her teammate's back, following her through the crowd.
"When she's in hunting mode, she always knows," says Hope, shaking her head. "I've seen her doing that only a couple of times when she was profiling, it's almost like she creates a mental link with the unsub she's profiling and simply follows the stench of it until she finds him."
"Like mindreading or something?" Tony stares at Joy, following her through the ballroom, "Or is it just her gut?"
Hope shrugs, "I have no idea."
They turn a corridor, they can see Vance standing at the door of a private room at the end of it. He looks at Gibbs, and from distance he can see the damage the attacks perpetrated against his agents have caused. Gibbs' face is sporting some bruises, and there are cuts on his lip and eyebrows, barely bleeding. Ziva's clothing is not in its usual proper way, but she doesn't seem to be injured. Tony's face is battered, and huge purple marks could be seen from where Vance is. However, Vance is having a hard time believing the state his profiler is in: Her sweater has blood spatter marks, her jeans are soaked in dried blood, and her tennis shoes must have been white sometime ago, but now they were just colored in dark red.
"Agent Gibbs." He glances at Joy. "Agent Buchanan, what do you are planning to -"
Joy ignores him and marches into the small room, and all present stop to stare at the crazy looking woman standing there, and the strange group that entered with her.
"Agent Buchanan," calls Vance, following her inside the room and taking her arm. She looks at him. "What's the meaning of this?" He stares down at her, and he feels her shaking under his fingers. Her eyes are burning with fury, and she's barely holding on her temper .
Gibbs simply advances into the room, nods to the SecNav, and stares at Kieran, his hands closing and opening into fists. Faith and Ziva sidestep the Director and Joy, and grab Kieran by his arms and turn him so they could cuff him.
"What's the meaning of this?" SecNav demands, looking at the two furious women who are holding Kieran, and at the furious Marine glaring at the Commander.
"Commander Kieran McGee," says Faith, tightening his cuffs on his wrist. "You are under arrest for the attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder of eight federal agents and three federal employees, you have the right to remain silent."
"Everything, and I do mean everything you say will be used against you." Ziva leans closer to his ear and whispers, "and it will also be a great excuse for me to hit you." She grins like a maniac, as she and Faith latch on his arms and hold him firmly.
SecNav looks at Director Vance, "Vance, what is going on? I demand an explanation."
"Your explanation, sir, is that this man plotted and ordered the murder of eight Special Agents, five from NCIS and three from the FBI, plus three other federal employees," Gibbs answers instead, glaring at Kieran, as Faith and Ziva held him by each arm, and hisses just for his ears, "We told you to stay away from your children, but you didn't listen."
He takes a step back, and looks at SecNav. "The only reason we're not dead is because we fought back, and turned the table on them."
"This is blasphemy, you will pay for dirtying my name like that!" Kieran sneers at Gibbs, struggling against the agents' hold.
"Blasphemy?" Joy chuckles bitterly, shaking with fury, she marches towards Kieran, but Gibbs steps in front of her. "You think this is blasphemy? Blasphemy is a father that hates his progeny so much, he sends killers to his own son's house."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I've been here the whole night, I have witnesses," insists Kieran.
"Ahh, come on, what were you thinking when you asked your Mob friend to take care of the problem?" Tony asks with a vicious smirk on his face. There is a murmur between the Navy and Air Force officers watching the exchange.
Joy continues, "He sent six killers to his son's house, they beat up Tim, and they tried to rape Sarah."
"What?" Kieran's voice is not so confident anymore. "But that wasn't the plan."
"So there was a plan, then?" Gibbs glares at Kieran. "They are mob contract killers, and you trusted them to kidnap your daughter to take her to you, so what the hell were you thinking they would do?"
"That's a lie!" He starts struggling against the agents. "They weren't supposed to harm her."
"Ah, so they were supposed to harm McGee?" asks Tony, furious. "Or they were just to walk into the apartment and simply ASK her nicely to come with them?"
Kieran shakes his head. "You have no proof anyway. I was here the whole night."
"You're mistaken," says Hope grinning, she opens her laptop and starts pulling video surveillance of the townhouse.
As she gets to the part of the video she wants, she cuts the video and just plays the audio, where Joy talks to the dying hit man in the corridor of the Buchanan's townhouse, who admits he was sent by Mike Murdock under orders of his Commander.
After their argument about the surveillance equipment Hope had installed both in Tim's and Joy's apartment, Joy had agreed to install top of the line surveillance in all the areas of the townhouse after Joy had moved in, and Hope had slowly added her snoop equipment to all NCIS houses as well.
The surveillance had recorded every murder attempt against Gibbs' Team, both the audio as well as the video of them.
After she plays the audio from the townhouse, there is a silent pause, as everyone in the room tries to absorb the enormity of the perfidy this man had done. Even SecNav is staring at Commander McGee with disgust, as he struggles against Ziva's and Faith's grasp.
"That's a lie!"
Hope shakes her head. "If that's not enough, I also have the videos on the murder attempts of six others, and phone records and wire tap surveillance showing that you contacted Mike Murdoch, giving him our names to investigate."
SecNav looks at the furious woman with blood soaked clothes. "Agent Buchanan." Joy blinks, and looks at SecNav. "Was this audio recording made during the attempt against your life?"
She is shouting inside, roaring with fury and shaking nonstop, so she doesn't answer verbally, just nods her head.
"How many men attacked you?"
She blinks, and SecNav sees her struggling to answer him coherently. "Three, sir."
He looks at her blood soaked clothes. "Were you injured in any way?" Joy blinks, and looks down at herself. "No, none of this blood is mine," she looks back at him, "It's from the thugs who attacked the Commander's son and daughter."
SecNav approaches the woman, continuously asking her questions, as he wants to know everything before taking a decision. "And how many men attacked the commander's children?"
She looks back at the Commander as she remembers everything he did to his children tonight.
"Agent Buchanan," Vance shouts, "SecNav asked you a question."
She looks again at SecNav. "Six, sir, there were six men in the apartment."
SecNav looks at Kieran, who is looking at the woman with barely hidden disgust. "And what happened to them?" Just silence from the agent, he looks at her again, and he sees her with hands into tight fists, her eyes closed, and faint tears rolling down her face.
"What happened to them?" he asks in his best command voice.
She takes a deep breath. "They're all dead, I killed them all." She opens her eyes. "I killed the men who tried to kill me, in my own house, as I left the shower, then I ran to the Commander's son's place." She looks at SecNav, and he sees the movement of airmen led by General O'Neill behind her. She continues her report, "I found and killed the three of them getting ready to rape the Commander's daughter, and the three men who were beating the commander's son to death."
She glares at Kieran. "And given the chance, I would kill him too, just for the pain he caused his children."
"But you won't," says Joseph Buchanan, entering the room right after General O'Neill.
Joy turns around, just to see the airmen marching towards Kieran. Her eyes can't believe what she's seeing. "Dad?"
Joseph Buchanan advances slowly with his usual limp, until he is before his daughter. He looks at her clothes and at her face, studying her blood spattered clothes.
"Dad?"
He puts his hands on her shoulders, and studies her face. "The Bible says 'Revenge belongs to the Lord.'"
She shakes her head. "But Dad, he hurt Timothy," she says, her voice quivering.
He puts his arms over her shoulders, looks at Gibbs and nods. "He was not the only one he hurt tonight."
General O'Neill approaches the father and daughter, and glares at the Commander.
"Commander Kieran McGee, you are arrested for treason, espionage and attempted murder of an Air Force officer, and attempt to access and steal highly classified information." There is a collective gasp in the room. "You will be taken into custody, and I really hope that I never have to hear your name again." He waves to the airmen, who take the cuffed Commander from Ziva's and Faith's hands, and start dragging Kieran kicking and screaming out of the room.
General O'Neill turns to SecNav. "He's my problem now, take care of your people."
Gibbs looks at this General, who the Buchanan siblings called Uncle Jack, and simply asks, "Who?"
Jack sighs, tiredly. "Colonel Paul Davis, they just found him barely alive in his Alexandria flat." The Buchanan sisters gasp, as the Colonel is someone they all know from their mother's work.
Joy lowers her head, tiredly. "I'm sorry Uncle Jack, I just wish…"
"If wishes were horses," he says lifting her face with one of his hands, "I would be richer than the sheiks in Arabia." He frowns. "Don't fret about him, I'll deal with him from now on, and I believe you have somewhere else to be." He looks at her clothes. "Is this a new fashion, Prêt-a-la-mort?"
Joy smiles a little, and looks at her father. "Where's mom?"
Joseph glances at Gibbs and at Jack and smiles. "Ah, do you really think she would lose the chance of terrifying some unsuspecting nurses? As soon as we found out about this she went directly to the hospital."
Joseph looks at Joy again, and he feels her faint tremors under his hand on her shoulders. "Joy?"
She turns huge brown eyes to him. "Dad, I…" Finally her exhaustion catches up with her, and her mind simply shuts down completely.
Her father caught her before she hit the floor.