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Okay, this isn't the greatest chapter I've ever written, but its defiantly not the worst. It is a little short, about 250 words shorter than I like to write, but I simply want to get this up. I might not be getting another one up for a while.
Danko paced the floor of his apartment, grinding his teeth, and thinking.
He may no longer have any authority to go after these people, he may no longer have a team of some of the governments best behind him, telling him where the targets are, helping him catch them, but he knew how to do that himself.
And now, he didn't have the government to worry about if he decided to kill them.
He stopped pacing, and grabbed his gun.
Line.
"You really should talk to her."
Gabriel looked at Amanda like she had lost her mind.
"Me? I think I'm the last person in the world who should talk to her." He told her.
She sighed. "She probably wants to talk to other people less than you. Her dads, for example. Danko, probably. One of the reasons she hates you so much is because you were responsible for Meredith's death. Now, apparently she's not dead. So, she shouldn't hate you. As much."
He shook his head, but went over to sit down next to the blond girl resting her head against the wall, staring at the ceiling.
"Please tell me they aren't lying." She said when he sat down.
"They aren't. They are telling the truth."
She nodded, a tear leaking from her eye and sliding down her face.
"You know I don't forgive you for taking off the top of my skull, or for killing Jackie, even if she wasn't a very nice person, or for any of the bad things you've done. But I have been a little hard on you, maybe. Possibly. A little." She said, turning to look at him. "You did save my life. And Peter's life. And it turns out you didn't kill my mother."
He smiled. "You sound like you're apologizing for something, Claire."
She shrugged. "I did kill you."
He let out a small laugh. "It's a strange world we live in when you can apologize to someone you've killed and they can tell you they forgive you back."
Claire laughed. "It really is." She looked away. "Am I ever going to see my mom again?"
Gabriel paused. "I don't know," he answered finally. "He wasn't lying when he told you he wouldn't bring her back until he got his orders."
"Great."
Line.
The Bomb hummed quietly.
She knew she was insane. She knew that that was not a good thing. She also knew that she could probably stop herself from being completely, totally, utterly mad if she stopped using her power.
Another thing she knew was that her power was too valuable to be wasted.
Not only could she explode, but she could hold onto a person and have them untouched by the explosion too. She usually preferred to explode alone, but sometimes it was required not to be, like with the Mossad girl.
She closed her eyes and remembered.
She was told to go with Therese and Micah to get Adelinde from where she had accidentally killed someone.
They had went, had found her hiding in the woods, and had watched with her as the bodies were discovered, the police came, identified one body as being the Navy's problem, and then watched as NCIS came, and surprise! Ziva came with them.
Micah muttered something about how she shouldn't be here, that he had sent her a text because they were coming today for her. He opened his computer and tapped away at the letter labelled squares, tap tap taptaptap. A slight sense of panic surging out from the small orphan boy, spreading quickly into the other two.
She was told, blankly, to stay. But just as a dog that hasn't been trained, telling her to stay did absolutely nothing, and as they walked off, she stood up and walked through the trees to the other side of the parking lot, near the road leading into it.
The three thought they could get Mossad girl to come with them, run. The Bomb could tell that wouldn't work. So, she sat in the logical spot.
And she watched as events unfolded, Danko coming to arrest Ziva, and she made her move. She strode forward into the thin brush, where Ziva could see her. She nodded towards a van, licked her lips and moved towards it.
It didn't take long for them to get into the van, and she slipped in through a door a second after they did. Silly them, they didn't lock it.
"Boom." She said softy, and hummed well she grabbed onto Ziva's arm and proved her name to be true.