Our Life, Our Family

Chapter 29

s soon as Chief had made the statement, Vance turned to Gibbs. "Take a photo of him to the hospital and show Charity." Vance ordered.

"No." Gibbs replied.

"That wasn't a question, that was an order Agent Gibbs."

"For all we know he's lying." Gibbs replied. "He could just be playing mind games."

"Gibbs is right director." Ziva chimed in.

"Fine." Vance said. "I'm giving you fourty-eight hours. If you haven't figured out who he is by then, you will get Charity in here."

"Fine." Gibbs agreed reluctantly. "Lets let him sit and stew for a little while." Then Gibbs walked out the door. Ziva followed him.

"How long will we leave him?" Ziva asked, once they were in the elevator.

"Till the morning." Gibbs answered. "You go home and get some rest."

"But Gibbs..." Ziva began.

"I said, go home and get some rest, David."

Ziva nodded and did just what he said. She grabbed her stuff and headed home.

Gibbs went and grabbed a cup of coffee and then headed to another interrogation room, to have a chat with one of Chief's men. I will find out who he is. I won't bring my daughter into this mess. Gibbs thought to himself, determined.

That thought was follwed by the whisper of another. But he's already brought her into this. Gibbs shook himself internally. No.

Tony and Charity...

Tony and Charity lay in their hospital beds, which had been pushed together, cuddled up and watching their new daughter sleep. Tony stroked the infant's head. "Look at all this red hair." He said. "She's beautiful, just like her mother."

Charity leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I love our family." She said.

"Me, too." Tony replied and kissed the top of his wife's head and then placed a kiss on Kelly's head as well.

Charity placed their sleeping daughter in the little plastic thing hospitals pass off as beds. Then she climbed back in bed next to Tony and the two soon fell asleep.

Gibbs...

The morning dawned bright and clear. Gibbs hadn't slept the night before. He had had too much on his mind and he was on a time crunch to uncover the identity of their arms dealer. By the time he arrived at NCIS, he had only thirty more hours until Vance would call Charity in. Gibbs wouldn't allow that.

Ziva arrived shortly after him and was ready to interrogate the Chief once again. They headed to the interrogation room, Vance already awaiting for them in observation. As they walked in Chief smiled at them brightly.

"I see you haven't slept a wink Agent Gibbs." He said. "So, that means you can't figure out who I am, which means you haven't spoken with your daughter about me."

"You leave her out of this." Gibbs replied. He didn't raise his voice. No, he kept his voice low and menacing.

"Is that a threatening tone, Agent Gibbs?"

"No." Gibbs replied. "I don't make threats. I make promises."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

Gibbs placed a folder down on the table in front of Chief. "Open it."

Chief opened the folder to find several pictures. The pictures were of dead soldiers and even a couple of severely injured children. "Why are you showing me these pictures?" Chief asked, seemingly unaffected by the photos.

"You're an arms dealer and we know you've sold to terrorist groups. These are people who have died or been seriously injured at the hands of those groups, with those weapons you sold them." Gibbs answered.

"Why should they matter to me? I just sell the weapons. I'm not the one using the weapons."

He is cold-hearted. Ziva thought as she listened from the corner.

"You don't even realize how seriious of trouble you're in do you?" Gibbs asked.

"I guess not. Why don't you enlighten me."

"You have sold weapons to terrorists. That alone puts you in the category of being a terrorist." Gibbs replied. "How does spending some time in Gitmo, sound? Being uncooperative makes things even worse for you."

Chief leaned across the table and stared Gibbs straight in the eyes. "Your empty threats don't scare me."

"I told you already, I don't make threats, I make promises."