<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Gibbs swallowed a growl when David put herself between him and the OR door.  She hadn't flinched the first time, and if it didn't work on her, he didn't see any point in devoting more attention to her than he had to.  But he didn't like what she had to say -- that she was Ari's handler, reporting to the Mossad director, and had Jenny's blessing.<br/>
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But threatening his team -- and she could say it wasn't a threat, but he wasn't fucking stupid -- blasted through Gibbs's focus and ratcheted up his anger to nuclear levels of devastation.  "You want him alive?"<br/>
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Tony looked up from the notepad he'd been scribbling notes into.  That tone was a giant blazing red flag -- he could see out of the corner of his eye Tim straighten his posture, coming almost to military perfect attention.<br/>
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"If you want him alive, you'd better find him before I do," Gibbs said.  He nodded towards the OR door.  "And you'd better hope like hell she makes it -- because if she dies, I'll tear the fucking world apart looking for him."<br/>
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Tim's eyes widened at Gibbs's expletive, but he didn't move otherwise.  Didn't want to draw the ire of their boss -- didn't want to draw attention from the interloper, either.  His eyes met Tony's, and he saw the same concern in the senior agent's expression.<br/>
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When David left -- flounced out, Tony thought uncharitably, though there really wasn't any flouncing in her very fine movements -- he sought out Abby's eyes, and then let them flicker to Gibbs in a blatant plea for the Goth to focus on their boss.</span></span>