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Chapter Nineteen:

Her New Family

Naomi adjusted her NCIS cap lower on her head to conceal her identity. She adjusted her glasses as well. She looked over at Abby, her charge slash sister slash partner for this shake down. She was jittery and nervous.

"You will be all right. You have preparing for this since we started the undercover operation. You can do this."

"I know. I always worried when the team went out to scenes like this. I was always scared that one of you would not come back. Now that I am out here with the rest of you guys, I am still terrified of what could happen."

"It is part of the job, Abby. We do what we must to keep the world around us safe from scum that would hurt others."

"Yeah, but the guns put a target on everyone who carries one. I just test fire them in the lab. I don't point them at living beings."

"I cannot tell you how to deal with that. I just hope you will not have to use that weapon except to protect yourself."

Abby nodded.

"Abby, you can do this. I have complete faith in you," Ziva said walking up to her. "Ready?"

Abby nodded as Ziva put the ear wig and microphone on her. "Let's go, Sister."

The girls climbed into the Charger, Ziva at the wheel. The men were in the car behind them.

"Hold on, Abby!" Ziva exclaimed as she put the car into gear and hit the accelerator.

"Tony and Timmy were right. Your driving is crazy!" Abby exclaimed as she was pushed back against her seat behind Naomi.

"You get used to it," Naomi grinned.

"Yes, you drive the same way I do."

"Have you ever driven on the German autobahn? It is ridiculous!"

"You two would fit right in on the autobahn. You're both loco!" Abby exclaimed.

The two Mossad officers just smiled. "You have no idea," Ziva retorted.

They reached the Mason Neck Park quickly. "Gibbs, the warehouse is this way."

"You two go in first like normal. Naomi, McGee, keep an eye on Abby from the back."

McGee and Naomi nodded. Naomi led McGee around the warehouse to the back entrance. "One camera back here." McGee aimed his paintball gun at the camera and fired. Fake poop covered the camera in seconds. "Boss, got the camera in back."

"Understood, McGee. DiNozzo's got the front cameras."

Naomi got closer to the back entrance so that she could hear what was going on inside. "Got a visual on Abby yet?"

"Negative."

"Let me get up there." Naomi silently climbed up the dumpster behind the warehouse. "I have a visual on Abby and Ziva. Everything is going well." Naomi jumped down just as quietly as she climbed up the dumpster.

"Pick the lock and go in," Gibbs ordered.

Naomi had the door opened in twenty seconds. She entered first, weapon at the ready. McGee followed silently. The only sound she heard from him was the soft clicking of his shoes as they cleared the room.

Naomi froze as she heard soft footsteps. She motioned for McGee to freeze and position himself at the wall next to her. She holstered her weapon for a second. She reached out and tapped the woman firmly between the neck and shoulder. The woman collapsed silently against her. She laid the woman-Arachne, she remembered-on the floor and disarmed her.

She motioned for McGee to follow her again. She and McGee both knew that they had to take out as many as they could with as little noise as possible before Tony and Gibbs came barreling in the front, weapons bared and ready. Ziva and Abby would do their part to silence the assassins as well. Their role would be more discreet and stealthy.

Naomi made her way to the next door and pressed her ear against it. She heard nothing, but she felt footsteps from the hallway to her left before she heard them. She signed to McGee: two suspects approaching.

McGee nodded in understanding as he took a stance. He took out the first with a well placed punch. Naomi caught the second in a classic Marine style figure four choke hold. Three down.

"Down to twelve," she muttered to McGee as she drew her weapon again and opened the door. McGee entered first this time, Naomi backing him up.

"Ziva and Abby have four down," Tony reported over the earwig.

"That makes eight left," McGee whispered into his microphone.

"Odds are more even now," Naomi muttered as she checked the area around her. "Clear," she whispered and motioned McGee along. "We are approaching the main meeting room. That is where Epsilon will be along the other gun wielding assassins."

Naomi heard the front door crash open. Time to get this party started.

"NCIS! Drop your weapons!" Gibbs ordered.

"Federal agents!" Tony exclaimed.

Naomi nodded at McGee. She opened the door for McGee. She would follow to add to the shock value.

"We have you surrounded. You have nowhere to run," McGee said as he entered.

"In case you haven't noticed, you are rather outnumbered right now," Epsilon exclaimed with a grim smile. Seventeen to three is hardly a fair fight."

"You are down a few members. I took out some myself. I think it is more like eight to three."

Naomi chose her moment to enter. "How about eight to four odds? Miss me?"

"You were supposed to be dead!" Epsilon looked over to Ziva and Abby. "You failed me!"

"Yeah. We faked her death. Sisterhood is everything to us," Abby replied.

"So is teamwork," Ziva said as she and Abby aimed their weapons at Epsilon.

"Traitors!"

"We never denied who we were. You never asked."

Epsilon trembled in anger. Good, Naomi thought. People do not aim well when they are angry.

A knife flew Naomi's way, but she easily sidestepped it. She immediately recognized the scarred Sonya. "Your aim is terrible," she retorted.

"Mine isn't," another lackey insisted, knife at the ready.

Ziva was quicker. Her knife struck the lackey before she could get the knife up to throw.

Calypso, one of the gun hands yelled in fury. "That was my sister you murdered!" Her hand twitched on the trigger.

Naomi took care of her, shooting her dead with a well placed shot between her eyes.

Then one of the assassins went for Abby, knife in hand.

Naomi held her breath as Abby tensed, ready to move. RCAT, Abby. RCAT! she thought fiercely, trying with all her might to help Abby remember that krav maga exercise she and Ziva gave her just a scant two weeks ago.

No need to worry, Naomi realized as Abby successfully redirected the knife away from her, controlled the assailant's knife hand, sent an elbow in the woman's stomach, and took away the knife. In less than a minute, Abby had gone from being the attackee to the one wielding the weapon at the out of wind assassin. "No one takes a knife to me!"

"Epsilon, originally named Sofia Theodorakis, you are under arrest for the murders of…" Gibbs named off the people that the League murdered, but Naomi did not listen to him as she focused on cuffing the other assassins. She also noticed that other NCIS agents had arrived on the scene to cuff the others.

"Thank goodness that's over," Abby breathed in relief. "I want my lab back so badly. I am a scientist, not a field agent!"

Naomi laughed. "I miss the lab, too. But the field and the lab are both my disciplines. I am a woman of action much like my friend Ziva."

"I think this undercover operations brought all three of us closer. We are sisters in every sense now. We even fought and teased each other like sisters," Ziva grinned.

"We can continue to do that without the undercover operation. We can hang out on the weekends when we aren't busy with significant others," Abby grinned as they walked out of the warehouse.

"Speaking of hanging out," Naomi chimed in. "How about we go out afterwards? I found a car that I like at a used car dealership not far from here. I can rebuild it and make it a real hot rod."

"You're a gear head?" Abby asked with a surprised smile.

"I never met a car I could not make faster. In this case, an older model Volkswagen Super Beetle convertible. I am thinking a flat six twin turbo engine, like those in Porsches."

"You do like fast, don't you?" Abby laughed.

"Fast cars?" Tony asked, hearing the conversation. "You found a car for yourself?"

"I have," Naomi replied and told him about the Beetle she had found.

"A Bug?" Tony repeated incredulously. "Won't even touch my Mustang!"

"It will leave you in the wind when I am finished with it," Naomi exclaimed with a vicious grin.

"In the dust, Schliemann," McGee corrected. "And I don't doubt her abilities. She helped me replace the starter in my Porsche while we talked about my new novel. She's got mad skills with a wrench."

"We'll see about that," Tony exclaimed.

"Well you four shut up before I smack you back to DC?" Gibbs exclaimed.

Naomi grinned. She was definitely going to enjoy working with this team for as long as Mossad would let her. And of course she wanted the chance to take Tony's ego down a notch or two.

Naomi was already thinking about the restoration she would have to do to the Beetle as she followed her friends back to the Chargers. She knew that she was home with this team. This family.

And so ends another story (wiping away tears). I am working on new material to post on . Keep an eye out! Until next story!