<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Ahh, you bitch! That's my fucking hand!" <br/>
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The words could be heard as Ziva shoved the drug dealer forward and out of the elevator, when she returned to NCIS. She made a tsking sound with her tongue and kept hold of the man's arm, as she led the cuffed man into an interrogation room. "What did I tell you about using that kind of language? Women do not appreciate being called a dog. Much less nearly being drowned in a lake!" She said angrily, as she led him down the hall to the interrogation room. She might have pretended not to notice, when she bumped into him.<br/>
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And he slammed into the wall with enough force to break his nose. "Oops! Stupid shoes. I should not have worn these new ankle boots without breaking them in. They can be kind of dangerous you know...." Her words trailed off as she shoved the man into the room and then slammed the door shut behind them, effectively cutting out the rest of what she said to the drug dealer so that no one else could hear it. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)">She sent a quick text to Tony, as she glared at the drug dealer. </span></span></span><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)">Tell Gibbs that the best friend has split. Left sometime <br/>
a few hours ago. <br/>
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His place is trashed, and there was a blood smear in the kitchen, but no footprints. That is why I was only able to bring in this jerk. Anuway, also let Gibbs know that he can come in here and rip this guy apart.. I mean.. he can come in here and do his job and question him.. when he is ready. This sack of $h!t, deserves the Gibbs glare, and so much more. How are you feeling since I left? Do you </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">still feel dizzy? I am giving you permission for the first and only time, to go into my top desk drawer, and get out the flask that <br/>
is in there. <br/>
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It contains some herbal tea. Drink it. All of it. Or I will help you drink it, and trust me you do NOT want that to happen. I can be quite persuasive when I need to be. Besides, <br/>
it'll help you feel better. Do not waste time arguing, and just do as I say. It will go easier for you.</span></span></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><br/>
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Kate smiled and typed in a few words of her own. <i>Wouldn't be anywhere else, Tim. You're family. So is your sister. By the way, I got some news on Sarah, from the nurse behind the desk. </i>She flipped back a page in her notebook, and the nurse's scrawl could be seen on the page. <i>Sarah McGee should be out of surgery in another hour. Then she's going to need some time to recuperate before she has any visitors. I considered telling that to her brother, but he's been so worried and sad, that I was going to wait and tell him until her surgery was closer to being done. </i><br/>
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<i>I just didn't want to worry him anymore.</i> Once she had allowed him to read the note the nurse had given her, she gave him a small smile and set her notepad down, and just pulled him close once more. Her phone vibrated in her pocket with what she was sure was a text from Gibbs, but it could wait. Tim really needed her right now. She typed in the word doc. <i>When the surgery is over and Sarah's resting, go in and sit with her, and be there with her. </i></span></span></span><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)">While you do that, I'll get some food from the cafeteria. You've got to be starving, having been waiting here this whole time. <br/>
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I just want you to know that I'm here. Whatever you and Sarah need, don't hesitate to ask. And if I can't do whatever you need, I'll tell Gibbs to do it. And you know that no one gets away with denying him anything he wants... </span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 255, 153)">A smile came to her lips at those last words, and she reached out to ruffle his hair playfully. The move one that a big sister would do as she teased her little brother. She just hoped that when Tim got to see his sister, Sarah would let her brother be there for her. The two of them were gonna need each other. <br/>
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She had gotten extra details from the nurse, but had quickly ripped that page out of her notepad, not letting Tim see it. They had had to remove the rest of Sarah's mangled right foot. And though he would eventually find out, he sure as hell didn't need to know about it at this particular moment in time.</span></span></span>