Here's another chapter, sorry for the little delay, I've had a busy weekend, enjoy, more to come!
The hard laminate of his desk was probably one of the softest things Tony had laid his head on in the past few days. It was three days after that horrible night, three whole days of seeing the sketches and pictures of both scenes and of reliving both murders. Tony still couldn't come to grips with it all. After he'd given his statement he retreated to his desk where he alternated between doing frivolous paper work and napping. He could finally close his eyes without seeing Kate or Abby and took full advantage of that. Sometimes he awoke and had the delusion that it was just another day he would lift his head expecting to see Kate but when he saw her empty desk all those bloody memories would flood back. This time he awoke to the sound of the elevator announcing a visitor. Lifting his head, he looked towards the elevator. A young, middle-eastern looking young woman walked purposefully towards him.
"I am here to see agent Gibbs." She said directly in an exotic accent. He sighed.
"How do you know I'm not Gibbs?" Tony uttered in a monotone.
"Would you be asking if you were?" She challenged. He grimaced. "I am officer Ziva David, Moussad." She held out a badge for him to inspect. A surge of recognition coursed through him.
"Israeli." He observed blandly, trying to keep the curiosity out of his voice.
What does Moussad want with us?
"Very good." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm. "I say Moussad and you think Israeli." He didn't have time for her antagonistic attitude. "Where is agent Gibbs?"
"He'll be back in about an hour. What can I do?" Cocking her head she contemplated him for a moment.
"I will wait." She stated and settled into McGee's vacant chair. As if she knew he was watching her like a hawk, she took her hair out of its tight braid and shook her head like an overzealous supermodel. Slowly he became more and more exasperated.
"Look you can either slouch provocatively for an hour or you can tell me what you need and I can try to help." The attractive woman sighed as if giving in.
"I am here to convince agent Gibbs that Moussad officer, Ari Haswuari did not murder your agent Kate Todd." She was determined and seemed confident. Rage enveloped every part of him.
"And what about Abby Scuito?" His jaw was rigid with fury.
"Beg your pardon?"
She didn't know? BS! She had to know.
"Three days ago your 'agent' murdered Special Agent Caitlin Todd and Forensic Scientist Abby Scuito." Accusatory and angered he stood to face her.
"Perhaps the same person who killed your Agent Todd." She was enragingly calm as she said it.
"Yeah the same person, Ari Haswuari!" The volume of his voice was way above normal levels.
"What did I just tell you?"
"That the same person who killed Kate killed Abby and I agreed!" The young woman sighed.
"I will not have this conversation with you. What makes you think Ari killed them anyways?"
"I just, I just know." He managed. How did he know Ari killed Kate and Abby? Ari had taken her hostage one more than one occasion, he was arrogant, the type to kill a woman and had been the organizer of the terrorism attack that they had just barely stopped three days ago. It was Ari without a doubt.
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