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Gibbs plopped down in one of the seats in front of the giant screen in MTAC and gave a sigh of relief. It was finally over, or at least it appeared that way. "As soon as the scene is cooled down, my people will send the body to Palmer." He vaguely heard Fornell say and grunted in response.
Ziva was the only one who seemed to notice her boss' slightly shocked state and sat down next to him in an empty chair. "This is good, yes?" She asked.
Gibbs nodded and grunted again.
Ziva sighed. "You think he got off to easy?"
The older agent turned to look at the Israeli. "Yeah Ziver, I do." He admitted.
"Maybe he did but I for one am just happy he is dead. Now we can focus on helping McGee get better." She told him.
Gibbs nodded his agreement. "I should call Tony and tell him what's happened." He said, grabbing his phone and dialing the number. The phone rang for a minute and then went to voicemail. "He's not answering."
"He probably has it on silent in the hospital. It is a rule there, is it not?" Ziva said.
"Yeah but he knows better then to be unreadable." Gibbs said, getting up and walking towards the door.
Ziva got up and followed close behind him. "He's fine, Gibbs. Dearing's dead." She said.
Gibbs stopped at the top of the stairs that lead down to the bullpen and turned back towards her. "Until Abby confirms it, I'm not convinced he is."
"You think he has tricked us?" She asked
"He's done it before, what's to say he won't again?" He reasoned.
"Okay, then lets say he is still alive. You think that he'd go after Tony?" She questioned.
"No." Gibbs said. Ziva opened her mouth to answer but he cut her off. "I think that he'll go after our weak spot. Right now that's Tim. Whoever happens to be there with him will just be collateral damage.
Penny Langston settled into her plane seat and pulled out her phone. As she waited for an answer, she studied the private jet. Apparently, being the wife and mother of two decorated Navy Admirals, as well as the grandmother of a NCIS agent who was injured in the previous day's bomb blast, made her top priority to get to DC.
"Admiral McGee." The call was gruffly answered.
"Hello, Robert. It's your mother." She greeted.
"I can't talk right now, mother. I'm extremely busy." He said.
"Too busy to see your own son?" She questioned him before he could hang up on her, something he had been known to do to her in the past.
"Yes." He said, without hesitation or emotion in his voice.
"I can not believe you. He is your son."
"It may have escaped your notice, mother but for the past few months the United States Navy has been under attack and it is my job to make sure it does not happen again." He told her with anger in his voice. Why couldn't she understand how bad this was?
"I am fully aware of the situation, Robert. In fact, it is the reason Timothy is in a hospital, unable to breathe on his own." Penny informed her son through gritted teeth.
"Well maybe if those 'agents' at NCIS were halfway competent, they would have caught this man after the first attack and none of this would be necessary." The Admiral argued.
"That is unfair, Robert. You know perfectly well that those people have been trying their best to track this monster down. Especially Timothy's team." Se argued back.
"Well their best was not good enough." He said.
"What is good enough for you?" Penny asked, remembering Tim telling her last year that he felt as though he was never good enough for his father.
"I do not have time for this, mother. Goodbye." He said and hung up.
Penny slammed the phone down on the seat next to her. How was she going to fix this?
~ NCIS X ~
Tony drew his gun and aimed it at the man in front of him's head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you Agent DiNozzo." The man said warningly.
"And why is that, Dearing?" Tony asked with mock caring.
"Because if you do, not even these machines will keep poor Agent McGee here alive." Dearing threatened.
"Is that a threat?" Tony asked, his grip tightening around his gun.
Dearing laughed. "A very real threat. But before I tell you, I should make introductions." As soon as he said it, Tony heard a click of a safety of a gun being taken off behind him. "That Agent DiNozzo, is Maxwell Quinn. He and Evan were best friends growing up. Max is going to help me finish this. Now, I'll say it again. Put down your weapon."
"And if I don't?" Tony asked and the gun behind him was pressed against his skull.
"Then Max will but a bullet in your brain and then proceed to do the same thing to poor, helpless Agent McGee." Harper explained. Tony hesitated for a second and then slowly put his guns safety back on and placed it on the ground in front of him. "Kick it over." The man ordered. Tony, again, hesitated but then relented and kicked it over. "Good boy. Now why don't you go and sit over there by the bed." He said pointing to the chair that Gibbs had occupied only a few hours before.
Tony walked over and sat down. "What do you want now?" Tony growled. "Haven't you done enough yet?"
Dearing ignored his question. "Did you know that I had the privilege a few years back to meet Admiral McGee?"
"No." Tony said, wondering why they had never came across that link when they were looking into the mans background.
"I did. Do you know that what he told me?" Dearing questioned but he didn't let Tony answer. " he told me that I should be proud of my son for serving his country in the Navy. And I was proud, Agent DiNozzo. We got to talking and I asked him if he had a son in the Navy as well. He told me that he did have a son but he wasn't in the Navy. Can you imagine that? The son of a Navy Admiral and not in the Navy himself. Such a disappointment."
Tony growled. "Don't you dare say that."
Again Tony went ignored. "That's why when I heard about Agent McGee's injury yesterday, I decided I'd pay a little visit." He explained. "You see I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone, literally and figuratively. By coming here not only am I teaching Gibbs that he can't win but I'm also teaching Little Timmy here that he made a big mistake, disappointing his father."
"What are you doing?" Tony asked.
"As we speak, the drugs that are keeping him in a medical induced coma and out of pain, are no longer being given to him. Over the next few hours he'll wake up in excruciating pain." Harper said with a smirk and Tony's stomach dropped. He looked over at Tim's still pain free face. This was not good.