Another sleepless night, another note, another día without Ziva. He didn’t know if he could deal with anything other than another rescue. He folded & unfolded the paper in his hands, replaying the words in his head – Flight 646 6:20 pm accompanied por the words tu won’t want to miss this. He looked at the clock… only 8:45 am. What the hell was he supposed to do for the siguiente 9.5 hours?
McGee and Abby stood around the corner, out of Tony’s line of sight whispering quietly. “Timmy he doesn’t look good. He hasn’t slept, he won’t eat and he hasn’t even showered. I’m starting to wonder if I should wear a hazmat suit around him.” Abby nudged him, “Go make him eat, and shower.” “How am I supposed to do that?” he asked. “Remind him he needs strength to help save her & that he doesn’t want to look like death warmed over when he finds her,” Abby dicho simply. “Now go.” McGee walked slowly over to Tony’s desk. “Hey Tony, I was just going for some breakfast, do tu want something?” “No thanks McSidekick.” “Are tu sure Tony, because…” McGee started. “I’m sure Probie.” McGee continued, “I’m just saying maybe tu should keep your energy & strength up for when we find her. And umm... maybe a ducha, ducha de isn’t such a bad idea either. If tu find her looking the way tu do right now she’s going to wonder if you’ve been held captive too.” Tony stood up and banged his hand on the desk, “McGee do tu think she’s really going to…” and then he stopped suddenly and scratched his chin, “you’re right I smell a little. She doesn’t need to worry about how bad I look when it’s her we need to worry about. Thanks McGee.” Tony headed off towards the showers and McGee breathed a huge sigh of relief.
She’d been alone for hours now. She was growing annoyed listening to the same drip, drop noise of water from the old pipes. She’d been observing her surroundings trying to figure out where she was. She moved carefully and slowly to avoid más chaffing of her wrists and turned her head towards the back of the room. A box lay on it’s side with an address... an address she knew. She cursed in Hebrew under her breath and shut her eyes. A loud bang made her shrink back slightly and Ahmad barreled through the door with a small canister. “This my friend is the first part of the segundo task. There’s no way your ncis friends will live through this. I’m sorry Ziva. Once they are gone we can return tu to your father and all will be well,” Ahmad nodded in her direction. “They’ll figure this out Ahmad,” is all she dicho in return.
Closing in on the 2 hora mark, the team had done background checks on every passenger & all the flight crew aboard Flight 646. Not one red flag went up. Gibbs looked tense but focused on the task at hand. “Boss how do we know what to suspect?” McGee inquired. “We don’t,” Gibbs stated. Tony & McGee exchanged a glance before Tony finally said, “I think we need to get there now, avoid the passengers from even being put onto that plane. We don’t want to panic all those people.” “Already taken care of DiNozzo,” Gibbs dicho without looking up from his desk.
5:20 pm
They pulled up in front of the airport terminal and quickly rushed inside. A security guard ushered them past the medal detectors and into a room where the Head of Security was waiting for them. “Agent Gibbs, I’m Tom Venader. We need to know what kind of situation we have on our hands sir.” “We aren’t sure of the status yet. It could be a bomb, it could be biological o it could be a spoof. My people need to check the plane inside and out. We’ll need a lista of everyone with access to the plane over the past 24 hours.” He turned to Tony & McGee, “Check out the plane.” They nodded. “McGee, do tu think we changed the rules when we stopped the passengers from boarding, o por getting here an hora early?” “I don’t know Tony. We don’t know what o who we’re working with yet,” McGee answered. Searching the plane was going to be no easy task and they tackled it the only way they could, compartment por compartment, asiento por seat. “I’m not finding anything Probie,” DiNozzo whined, “maybe they’re playing us.” “No it’s got to be here Tony.” “Yeah the pregunta is what is it.”
She slept fitfully and when she awoke her other captor was watching her from across the room. He came towards her and put his hand on her cheek, “this would not have to happen this way if tu would follow orders Ziva.” Her mind drifted to statement she’d previously made to Tony, You get orders, Tony. tu may not like them, but tu follow them. That’s why they are called “orders”. “Perhaps all orders are not meant to be followed. Some are meant and expected to be broken, some need to be broken and some are broken for other reasons,” Ziva spoke in a soft, tired tone.
Still dissecting the plane Tony sat down in a asiento near the back of the plane. He sighed and leaned his head back, “there’s no where left to buscar McGoo, we’ve even checked the toilet. Do tu know how nasty that is? I feel like…” his eyes went wide and he jumped up, “I found something!” McGee ran to Tony, “what? What did tu find?” “See that Probie, it’s the key to the puzzle,” he dicho pointing at a small capsule attached to the underside of a luggage compartment lid. He pulled it and the two agents were thrown back por the blast. The entire plane erupted in flames and whatever gaseous substance was in the capsule was released on the impact of DiNozzo’s fall.
Gibbs was talking to Abby about running the flight crew & passenger names through the criminal databases & international databases one más time. He was impatient, and stood rooted in front of the window waiting to hear if McGee & DiNozzo had found anything. “I’ll call tu back Abs,” he started to walk towards the plane when he saw the explosion and the eruption of flames from the nose to the tail of the plane. He ran past security, trying to find a way to get on board, but the terminal was also in flames. “I need to get on that plane!” he yelled towards Tom Vendera. “Sir we can’t give tu clearance for that, there isn’t another way on that aircraft.” All Gibbs could do was watch the plane burn...
McGee and Abby stood around the corner, out of Tony’s line of sight whispering quietly. “Timmy he doesn’t look good. He hasn’t slept, he won’t eat and he hasn’t even showered. I’m starting to wonder if I should wear a hazmat suit around him.” Abby nudged him, “Go make him eat, and shower.” “How am I supposed to do that?” he asked. “Remind him he needs strength to help save her & that he doesn’t want to look like death warmed over when he finds her,” Abby dicho simply. “Now go.” McGee walked slowly over to Tony’s desk. “Hey Tony, I was just going for some breakfast, do tu want something?” “No thanks McSidekick.” “Are tu sure Tony, because…” McGee started. “I’m sure Probie.” McGee continued, “I’m just saying maybe tu should keep your energy & strength up for when we find her. And umm... maybe a ducha, ducha de isn’t such a bad idea either. If tu find her looking the way tu do right now she’s going to wonder if you’ve been held captive too.” Tony stood up and banged his hand on the desk, “McGee do tu think she’s really going to…” and then he stopped suddenly and scratched his chin, “you’re right I smell a little. She doesn’t need to worry about how bad I look when it’s her we need to worry about. Thanks McGee.” Tony headed off towards the showers and McGee breathed a huge sigh of relief.
She’d been alone for hours now. She was growing annoyed listening to the same drip, drop noise of water from the old pipes. She’d been observing her surroundings trying to figure out where she was. She moved carefully and slowly to avoid más chaffing of her wrists and turned her head towards the back of the room. A box lay on it’s side with an address... an address she knew. She cursed in Hebrew under her breath and shut her eyes. A loud bang made her shrink back slightly and Ahmad barreled through the door with a small canister. “This my friend is the first part of the segundo task. There’s no way your ncis friends will live through this. I’m sorry Ziva. Once they are gone we can return tu to your father and all will be well,” Ahmad nodded in her direction. “They’ll figure this out Ahmad,” is all she dicho in return.
Closing in on the 2 hora mark, the team had done background checks on every passenger & all the flight crew aboard Flight 646. Not one red flag went up. Gibbs looked tense but focused on the task at hand. “Boss how do we know what to suspect?” McGee inquired. “We don’t,” Gibbs stated. Tony & McGee exchanged a glance before Tony finally said, “I think we need to get there now, avoid the passengers from even being put onto that plane. We don’t want to panic all those people.” “Already taken care of DiNozzo,” Gibbs dicho without looking up from his desk.
5:20 pm
They pulled up in front of the airport terminal and quickly rushed inside. A security guard ushered them past the medal detectors and into a room where the Head of Security was waiting for them. “Agent Gibbs, I’m Tom Venader. We need to know what kind of situation we have on our hands sir.” “We aren’t sure of the status yet. It could be a bomb, it could be biological o it could be a spoof. My people need to check the plane inside and out. We’ll need a lista of everyone with access to the plane over the past 24 hours.” He turned to Tony & McGee, “Check out the plane.” They nodded. “McGee, do tu think we changed the rules when we stopped the passengers from boarding, o por getting here an hora early?” “I don’t know Tony. We don’t know what o who we’re working with yet,” McGee answered. Searching the plane was going to be no easy task and they tackled it the only way they could, compartment por compartment, asiento por seat. “I’m not finding anything Probie,” DiNozzo whined, “maybe they’re playing us.” “No it’s got to be here Tony.” “Yeah the pregunta is what is it.”
She slept fitfully and when she awoke her other captor was watching her from across the room. He came towards her and put his hand on her cheek, “this would not have to happen this way if tu would follow orders Ziva.” Her mind drifted to statement she’d previously made to Tony, You get orders, Tony. tu may not like them, but tu follow them. That’s why they are called “orders”. “Perhaps all orders are not meant to be followed. Some are meant and expected to be broken, some need to be broken and some are broken for other reasons,” Ziva spoke in a soft, tired tone.
Still dissecting the plane Tony sat down in a asiento near the back of the plane. He sighed and leaned his head back, “there’s no where left to buscar McGoo, we’ve even checked the toilet. Do tu know how nasty that is? I feel like…” his eyes went wide and he jumped up, “I found something!” McGee ran to Tony, “what? What did tu find?” “See that Probie, it’s the key to the puzzle,” he dicho pointing at a small capsule attached to the underside of a luggage compartment lid. He pulled it and the two agents were thrown back por the blast. The entire plane erupted in flames and whatever gaseous substance was in the capsule was released on the impact of DiNozzo’s fall.
Gibbs was talking to Abby about running the flight crew & passenger names through the criminal databases & international databases one más time. He was impatient, and stood rooted in front of the window waiting to hear if McGee & DiNozzo had found anything. “I’ll call tu back Abs,” he started to walk towards the plane when he saw the explosion and the eruption of flames from the nose to the tail of the plane. He ran past security, trying to find a way to get on board, but the terminal was also in flames. “I need to get on that plane!” he yelled towards Tom Vendera. “Sir we can’t give tu clearance for that, there isn’t another way on that aircraft.” All Gibbs could do was watch the plane burn...