Chapter 4
Five minutes were over but John wanted to give Theresa more time. He doubted that she could break the woman but he wanted to be fair. He liked Theresa and her kind of psychopathic way to kill or to torture. He just saw her once torturing a man about a months before. She had broken him within half an hour but the man had been weak. John did not know Theresa that long. She had moved to Washington about two months ago. He did not know much about her past. He knew that she had worked for British MI5, that she went to school and graduated in Great Britain, that she grew up in an orphanage because her parents had set her out on the street when she had been three years old and that she moved on after two years being trained by MI5, to pursue a 'career' in to the United states. She had told him that even before she decided to begin a career as agent she had considered the possibility of changing sides to use what she had learnt against the people who trained her.
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Then everything went too fast. A thrown smoke-bomb made it impossible to see anything. He threw himself to the ground and closed his eyes. He waited a few seconds and then stood up and took his gun. John looked around. 'NCIS. Hands up', an agent screamed. They were too many. Marc looked at John. He put his weapon down and his hands up. There were three agents. He thought there would come more. But there did not. They could have taken them down. John sighed interiorly. 'Where is she?', a gray-haired agent asked. John nodded to the door behind him. The agent went by and opened the door while the other two agent handcuffed Marc and John. John cursed himself. He was a big wheel in the DC underground and now that he was caught they could link him to uncountable crimes and once he was behind bars someone else would take his position.
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Ziva looked up. Gibbs entered the room, pointing his gun toward Theresa. 'It's alright, Gibbs. She's on our side', Ziva said. Theresa was helping her to clean her wounds. Theresa had been the one who had called FBI. Fornell then called NCIS so that Theresa couldn't be linked to anything. Her call to FBI marked on her cell phone could have been a call to her mole to ask him if he knew anything about the woman. But Theresa had known and recognized Ziva. She just had to help her.
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Theresa came home late tonight. Of course she did not tell Ari the truth. She just told him that NCIS intervened because they had sent a mole into the organization.
'Why didn't you tell me before, that Ziva was undercover?', Ari asked. Theresa just looked at him. 'I don't know. I didn't want to confront you with your past', she finally said. Ari looked into her eyes. He could not see any emotions. Her raven-hued eyes were just looking at him. He could not resist. He just loved her. He did not know that she was still working for Intelligence service. He kissed her again. 'I understand you.' 'Do you trust me? I mean, after Ziva and NCIS intervening?' Ari thought about it. If she were an agent she would not ask a question like this. She would not remind him. 'Of course, because I love you, Theresa.' 'I love you, too.'
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'Does he suspect?', Paul Thomson asked. He was an FBI agent and Theresa's boyfriend. He knew that on her mission, she had to sleep with Ari but he did not care. He understood it. They could not see each other often and he really missed her. As she did, too and so she hoped that her mission would be over soon. 'No, I don't think so. How long do I have to stay here?', she asked. 'Fornell said about at least one more month.' Theresa sighed. Of course, Ari was attractive and so nice but she just wanted to go home and be reunited with her boyfriend and her sister again. 'I've got to hang up. I think Ari is coming', Theresa whispered when she heard a noise on the stairway. Ari entered the bedroom. He saw Theresa lying on the bed and smiled.
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Ziva was in hospital. She had deep wounds and with x-rays the doctors found out that her right arm was partly fractured and she had to stay in hospital overnight. Tony came in. 'Hey, how do you do?' 'What do I look like?' 'Well, like someone who couldn't use the special effects of the Matrix.' 'Tony, do you always have to refer everything to any movie?' 'Yes, I do have to. Actually you look like-' In exactly this moment he received another tap by Gibbs on the back of his head. 'Thank you, boss', he said and looked at Ziva who smiled at him. 'How are you Ziva?', Gibbs asked. 'I'm fine. I'll get out tomorrow.' 'Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow you should take the day off.' 'Gibbs, I can't.' 'But you will.'
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'Theresa, can you help me? I found this file hidden somewhere on the side of FBI. It says something about NCIS but I am not certain what it really means. Can you hack into it?', Ari asked and sat down with his laptop next to his girlfriend on the bed. 'Let me have a look', she said and took the laptop. Ari wanted to look how she did it but she turned the laptop away from him. 'My secret', she said and smiled. She did not just use her password that would be too obvious. She really hacked into the FBI website but it was not difficult for her. She knew how to do it and FBI had trained her how to do so.
She read the report. She was astonished how careful Fornell had been. He always had paid so much attention to keeping secrets. He uploaded a copy about Ari Haswari's comeback. She quickly scanned the report. Because of her photographical memory it did not take very long. She could not let Ari read this report. It would reveal that FBI, CIA and NCIS were all three already informed that he was alive. And that he was observed. It did not take a lot to figure out that Theresa must be the mole betraying him. 'How far have you got?', he asked. 'I don't get into it. It's hidden with a double barrier and with several passwords. Even the Pentagon would be proud of this protection', she said scrolling down and reading on. She lied perfectly. Ari trusted her that was his fault. 'I am sorry', she said. 'What about your friend in FBI?', he asked. 'It's four o'clock in the morning. He also has a personal life.' Her 'mole' was Paul who sometimes gave her information, with permission of Fornell, so that Theresa was trusted faster.
'I can ask him tomorrow', she promised and shut off the computer. Until then Paul could have already written a censored version with less information. 'Thank you anyway', he said and kissed her. She put away the laptop and crawled back to bed. 'So, we've got four in the morning and I'm not tired at all. What shall we do?', she asked and opened the draw and took out a condom. Ari smiled and took off his shirt. 'I don't know. Propose something.' Theresa looked at him. He could be such an asshole, so vicious, mean evil and violent. But right now he just looked at her and wanting sex. He did not know that she did not love him but in a kind of indescribable way she was attracted by him. He looked hot, especially for his age, he looked over ten years younger than he actually was. She loved his three-days-beard, his short hair, she loved to touch his neck, to kiss his face and getting deeper as she was right now about to. She kissed his shaven chest and got lower. He loosened her hair gum and put it on the night table. His hands slid through her long, platinum-blonde hair. He helped her getting of her pull-over and her jeans and started to open her bra with his mouth. 'What takes you so long?', Theresa asked. 'Do you know how difficult it is to open a bra with one's mouth?', he said. 'Yeah, and by the way, I'm faster than you.' 'What do you mean?', he said and sat up. He had managed to open her bra right now and he looked at her bare breasts. She had sat up as well and looked at him. 'Nothing', she said. 'I think I'd be faster', she said. 'No, you said you are faster', he looked at her. Did she open women's bras? Was she lesbian? 'Just…forget it', she said. 'No, I want to know', he said confused. 'What is it, Theresa?' She did not know how he would react. Her boyfriend knew it, of course. But she did not know how Ari would have reacted so she had not told him by now. 'I am bisexual', she said and sighed. Ari looked puzzled. He was not able to say anything. She slept with girls? 'I'm, sorry. I should have told you before but I did not know how you would react.' For her it was normal. Of course, just few people knew about her sexual orientation but she did not see anything wrong in it. There was not. Anyone could do what he or she wanted to. Of course, she knew that some religions or nations did not accept it but she did not care. She was self-confident and did not feel any wrong because of it. She had found her orientation and she could handle it and every reaction to it.
She just looked at him. He still did not so anything. 'Ari, I love you', she said. He put a strand of hair out of her face. Then she touched her cheek. It felt so soft. 'I love you, too', she said and kissed her so soft lips. These lips have kissed uncountable girls before, he thought. But it did not matter. 'Ari, can't you say anything more about it?', she asked. She needed a reassurance. He liked her British accent. He had an Israeli accent, he wondered how long it had taken her to lose her German accent because she grew up bilingual but could of course better speak German.
'Well, at least we can now watch my favorite porns together', he smiled. She smiled back. He gently touched her breasts and softly pushed her down on the bed. He kissed her, her cheek, her neck and cuddled his face in her dense hair. He loved her blonde hair. It always smelled like roses. His hands got lower and he touched her waist. He knew she liked that. He finally got lower and put off the last piece of clothes she wore. Now they were both naked and could get started.
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'What now, Gibbs?', McGee asked. It was nine o'clock in the morning. Ziva was still in hospital and Tony, McGee and their boss were at a new crime scene. 'I mean, Ziva's cover has been blown. She can't go back and we haven't as much information as we actually wanted. FBI is occupying with John, so there's nothing to do for us.' 'That is right. Nothing to do for us. FBI has their mole inside the organization. It's their turn now. We have other things to occupy with', Gibbs said. 'For example?', McGee asked. 'You don't mean that uninteresting marine we have right here?', Tony asked. 'Oh, that dead marine is not that uninteresting as it seems. Concerning that, I remember this one case where-', the rest of Dr. Mallard's story Tony did not listen to. He looked at Gibbs who was kneeing down to the corpse. It was funny. He did not answer, as usual. But something was different. 'Boss', Tony said. Gibbs stood up. 'What?' 'You act strange. You know more. About the organization? What FBI plans?'
'Why do you think I should hold off information?', Gibbs asked not looking at him but at the body. 'I don't know', Tony said, obviously pissed off a bit. 'My gut tells me', he added. Gibbs looked up. 'What do you think?', he turned to McGee. 'Well, err, I…I agree with Tony', McGee answered his boss who raised an eyebrow. Ducky looked at Gibbs. 'You know something, too?', Mr. Palmer asked bringing the body bag.
'Ari's back', Gibbs said.