Another sleepless night, another note, another ngày 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 bởi the words bạn 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 tiếp theo 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 đã đưa ý kiến simply. “Now go.” McGee walked slowly over to Tony’s desk. “Hey Tony, I was just going for some breakfast, do bạn want something?” “No thanks McSidekick.” “Are bạn sure Tony, because…” McGee started. “I’m sure Probie.” McGee continued, “I’m just saying maybe bạn should keep your energy & strength up for when we find her. And umm... maybe a vòi hoa sen isn’t such a bad idea either. If bạn find her looking the way bạn 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 bạn 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 thêm 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 một giây task. There’s no way your NCIS Những người bạn will live through this. I’m sorry Ziva. Once they are gone we can return bạn to your father and all will be well,” Ahmad nodded in her direction. “They’ll figure this out Ahmad,” is all she đã đưa ý kiến in return.
Closing in on the 2 giờ 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 hoặc it could be a spoof. My people need to check the plane inside and out. We’ll need a danh sách 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 bạn think we changed the rules when we stopped the passengers from boarding, hoặc bởi getting here an giờ early?” “I don’t know Tony. We don’t know what hoặc 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 bởi compartment, ghế, chỗ ngồi bởi seat. “I’m not finding anything Probie,” DiNozzo whined, “maybe they’re playing us.” “No it’s got to be here Tony.” “Yeah the câu hỏi 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 bạn would follow orders Ziva.” Her mind drifted to statement she’d previously made to Tony, You get orders, Tony. bạn may not like them, but bạn 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 ghế, chỗ ngồi near the back of the plane. He sighed and leaned his head back, “there’s no where left to tìm kiếm McGoo, we’ve even checked the toilet. Do bạn 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 bạn find?” “See that Probie, it’s the key to the puzzle,” he đã đưa ý kiến pointing at a small capsule attached to the underside of a luggage compartment lid. He pulled it and the two agents were thrown back bởi 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 thêm time. He was impatient, and stood rooted in front of the window waiting to hear if McGee & DiNozzo had found anything. “I’ll call bạn 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 bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến simply. “Now go.” McGee walked slowly over to Tony’s desk. “Hey Tony, I was just going for some breakfast, do bạn want something?” “No thanks McSidekick.” “Are bạn sure Tony, because…” McGee started. “I’m sure Probie.” McGee continued, “I’m just saying maybe bạn should keep your energy & strength up for when we find her. And umm... maybe a vòi hoa sen isn’t such a bad idea either. If bạn find her looking the way bạn 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 bạn 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 thêm 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 một giây task. There’s no way your NCIS Những người bạn will live through this. I’m sorry Ziva. Once they are gone we can return bạn to your father and all will be well,” Ahmad nodded in her direction. “They’ll figure this out Ahmad,” is all she đã đưa ý kiến in return.
Closing in on the 2 giờ 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 hoặc it could be a spoof. My people need to check the plane inside and out. We’ll need a danh sách 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 bạn think we changed the rules when we stopped the passengers from boarding, hoặc bởi getting here an giờ early?” “I don’t know Tony. We don’t know what hoặc 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 bởi compartment, ghế, chỗ ngồi bởi seat. “I’m not finding anything Probie,” DiNozzo whined, “maybe they’re playing us.” “No it’s got to be here Tony.” “Yeah the câu hỏi 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 bạn would follow orders Ziva.” Her mind drifted to statement she’d previously made to Tony, You get orders, Tony. bạn may not like them, but bạn 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 ghế, chỗ ngồi near the back of the plane. He sighed and leaned his head back, “there’s no where left to tìm kiếm McGoo, we’ve even checked the toilet. Do bạn 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 bạn find?” “See that Probie, it’s the key to the puzzle,” he đã đưa ý kiến pointing at a small capsule attached to the underside of a luggage compartment lid. He pulled it and the two agents were thrown back bởi 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 thêm time. He was impatient, and stood rooted in front of the window waiting to hear if McGee & DiNozzo had found anything. “I’ll call bạn 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 bạn clearance for that, there isn’t another way on that aircraft.” All Gibbs could do was watch the plane burn...