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Tim watched a bit helplessly as Abby practically ran from the room. Looking down at the man at their feet, he asked Tony, "What now?" The guy was stirring and Tony nudged him with the tip of a foot. "Get up." He motioned to Tim to hold his weapon at the ready as the guy stirred while Tony drifted into the corridor in case the guy had backup. Abbs should have been covering it, but she'd disappeared, heading for the sanctuary she'd find with Mike and Ziva. He didn't blame her, had told...
Trying to give Mike an encouraging smile, trying to show him that she was as okay as she was telling everyone, Abby shrugged out of his coat and handed it back to him. "Thanks Mike. I'll see you back at NCIS, right? You'll let me know when you need me for ... for the interrogation?" She took a deep breath to steady the nerves that threatened to bust out of her. "I'll call you, Abby," Mike promised, wishing he didn't have to call on her, even though he knew he needed her input. "Go...
Though not the emotionless warrior Abby once named her, Ziva had better control over herself than most people. She could keep herself in check until a time came where she would deal with them more appropriately. Timmy on the other hand... "Come on," Tony said a little roughly to her. "We're getting the hell outta here. What did Franks drill into us from the first days we started working with him? Never let a suspect in. You keep opening the door up wide, Abbs. You can't do that. I...
Mike pulled into the evidence garage at the Navy Yard and went to the back of the van. "Ready?" he called before knocking on the doors, knowing that his agents had locked it from the inside. The ride had been quick and everything had been quiet back there, but Mike was always ready for anything. "All clear, Boss," Tim called out, as he got up from his crouched position. Seeing Ziva do the same, he added, "We're ready in here." Clicking the lock to the unlocked position, he waited from...
Mike waited until Ziva and the suspect were over at the elevators before he turned to McGee. "Tell me everything, Timothy. Everything you'd put in a report and then your impressions." Mike watched as McGee handed him a evidence bag with a couple of knives. Mike signed off on them and then held up the bag. "Nice." Two ceramic survival knives, very high end. "We need Abby here. Don't care what his ID or business card says." He motioned to the card inside the evidence bag. "We're...
Ducky and Palmer had been working on a terrible case, the body of a man who had been on oxygen for a lung condition who lit a cigarette anyway. It had been a grisly task, but Ducky had been honor bound to make sure there wasn't any foul play involved. After an arduous day, he stretched his back and nodded to Mr. Palmer. "You've had a very long day. Why don't you go home? I'm going to check in with the director and do the same." "All right, Doctor. I will finish up in here. You have a...
Mike stormed over to DiNozzo, poking him hard in the chest. "What are ya, useless? While you two are sitting out here, Abby was printing him in there alone. What the hell ya thinking, both of ya?" He turned his fury on McGee now. "Don't you think you wormed your way out of this because you're the probie, McGee. Tell me why I shouldn't fire both your sorry asses?" "Boss?" McGee asked confused. Standing up, he tried to take in the situation. "You mean, Abby went to him, alone? What...
As executive assistant to the director, Cynthia had cultivated a vast network of contacts, both within and outside the agency. Joey downstairs called her to tell her that the FBI had arrived, right after Mellody, the FBI director's assistant, called to say there was something major brewing and Fornell had stormed out of the director's office cursing all the while. Mellody didn't have any more details to share, but she promised to call when she did and Cynthia extended the invitation of a...
"And this has nothing to do with the fact you attacked a restrained prisoner, with the fact you attacked a man without being provoked or having a reason, and have yet to charge the man? Do you assume just because you found out who the man really is, and I'm going to assume that it was actually a member of your team who made the discovery, that I will overlook your actions?" Morrow was furious; furious at Franks for putting him in a tenuous situation; furious at the FBI for letting their...
Finally making it to the sanctuary of her lab, Abby donned her lab coat and got to work downloading and running the photos the team had collected that evening. When one of Jet in his evening attire came up, she ran a light finger over his face on the screen before going back to work. Sighing, she went over to her stereo to blast some tracks from one of her favorite groups. Settling back into her chair, she let the photos run while she looked into her microscope at her latest intrigue. Tony...
As the elevator moved past the third floor and the squad and break rooms and headed toward the fourth floor with the director's office and his conference rooms, the car was filled with groans of frustration. "Who pressed the wrong button?" Ziva growled out, as she watched the lights flash by. "Easy, Ziva," Abby teased. "We'll just have to press the button again when we stop. The right button this time.' But when the doors opened on the third floor, Abby had only a moment when she...
Mike waited almost ten minutes before he headed out in search of Abby. He saw her and Cynthia standing together, Gibbs watching over them both even though he was pretending to look at the window. "Abby!" Mike started to say, noticing how Gibbs was right at his side. "Back off, Rover." Seeing a situation that could possibly blow up, Abby gave Cynthia a quick hug and a promise to call when things cooled down and went over to where Mike and Jet were standing. Stopping next to Gibbs, she...
Martin looked up as Gibbs and Abby came inside, both of them looking strained and tense. "Everything okay?" he asked Gibbs in an undertone as he helped with the food. "Yeah ... fine. Are just the five of us meeting?" "And Franks." Gibbs winced, nodding. "You're not going to get him to go easy on me." Martin rolled his eyes. "I'm aware, Jethro ... I'm aware." He started unloading the large catering portions with Gibbs, working quietly side by side with his friend. "You coming...
Mike waited a full five minutes before he returned to the conference room. None of his searches had turned up much on Gibbs but he had a few calls out. The FBI was protective of their man and had hidden his true occupation from anyone who might be poking around. A desk job in human resources for the FBI was a joke; anyone who saw the man would know that. Mike sat down a few seats away from the FBI agents, determined to be only as polite as he had to be to keep the peace. Shutting off his...
Unable to wait any longer, Abby turned to the two directors. "Excuse me, sirs. But I think we really need to get started on this debriefing. We're all on edge here. If we can get this op going, maybe we'll all be able to take a breath. I, for one, am nervous as heck. Can you explain to me how this is going to go down and what will be required of me? Like, who am I going to be if I can't be Abby?" Abby asked not only for herself, but for the man next to her who had quickly become such an...
After pretty much running from Franks' cruelty, Abby finally made it to her sanctuary, her lab. Sighing, she hit the power for her stereo, finding a CD that fit her mood. When Airbourne Toxic Event came on, she smiled. "Perfect." Now this wouldn't be what she leave for Jet to listen to, he'd probably come undone even more. But for now, for her, it was perfect. Moving around, she gathered everything she needed: futon, blankets, pillow, candles, sage and Bert. Going into her ballistics...
Ducky knew he and Ziva had lingered for too long and he pushed back into the room slowly. Tim and Tony looked as if they were comfortably relaxed, given the gravity of the evening. "Drinks, my friends?" he asked, including Ziva in the equation. "Not too much, Duck," Tim replied, knowing too much alcohol could make Tony even more morose. "We've still gotta go upstairs and debrief the directors when they call." "Just a sip then, my boys. Are you all right? I know you were quite...
Ducky rested a hand on McGee's shoulder as they walked into the elevator. "How is Tony doing? It appeared as if you had a nice chat with him." Shrugging his shoulder, Tim answered, almost sheepishly. "Tony's hanging in, we all are. When this is over, he and I are going to talk it out. Sometimes, I forget that maybe he's not really an arrogant jerk, even though he acts like it sometimes." "It is much easier to assume that he has always been this character," Ducky began quietly....
Ducky watched as Mike left, turning to Tim and Abby, momentarily speechless. "I didn't ... oh dear..." "Mike..." Abby was shocked at his behavior. Mike was acting like he didn't even care what was at stake. He was choosing his pride over the op, over her. Turning to Ducky, she asked him with sad eyes, "Ducky? Ducky what did I do?" "We let Director Morrow handle him," Ducky told her quietly, tightening his arm around her shoulder. Fornell was coming out of the elevator when Franks...
Bounding out of the elevator, Abby could hardly contain herself, her excitement rising at seeing him again. With a rough and ragged beat, her heart tried to pound its way out of her chest, and she knew she had to tone down her excitement for Jet's state of mind. Walking into her lab quietly, she looked around, wondering if he had gotten bored and was wandering around, or if he was still in her relaxation area. The latter could create an interesting distraction, though she had a task to...
It was very late when Jet settled into a sedan alongside Abby. The two agents would be up front and would arrange for the concierge at the hotel to collect his car from the event. The hotel where he and Abby would finally get to be alone ... sort of. He'd been living there alone for so long that it had become home of a sort. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the leather headrest, glad that car seemed to be one step up from the government sedans he was used to when he wasn't...
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