<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">Abby nodded as she took in all the information Tim dumped on her. She flashed him a small, tired smile when he helped her to her feet and escorted her to Kate's room. "I promise, Tim. I'll sit, or lay down. I just need to be with Kate. I know you said that she's okay, and I believe you. But, my heart is still racing and I won't feel better until I see her, and see on the heart monitor that she's okay." A few minutes later, they headed for Kate's room. <br/>
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She watched as he flashed his badge, and when one of the marines tried to stop her from going in, she reached out and squeezed Tim's shoulder. "Tim, it's okay. He's just looking after Kate. Breathe.." She pulled out her badge as Tim pushed her through the door, managing to quickly flash it at the marine, before being shoved inside of the room. When they got inside and he urged her to be with Kate, she nodded. She sat down on part of the bed.<br/>
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She carefully adjusted her body so that she didn't smush Kate, or mess with any of the tubes or wires on her friend's bed. "You're gonna stay, right, Tim? Just for a bit?" Her voice shook a little, which showed just how scared she was, though she tried to hide it. The goth took one of Kate's hands into hers, and then motioned to the chair beside the bed. "Sit, Tim. Try and relax. Between the two of us, and the marines at the door, no one is going to get to Kate." <br/>
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Abby paused for a moment and then said, "You know, I don't know if Gibbs is still at NCIS, but I'd hate to be near him right now, I'm sure that he's pissed and out for blood." She shivered at the thought. "Anyone who gets in his way will be sorry.." She whispered, and then gently squeezed Kate's hand that was in hers. She reached out and took one of Tim's hands, into her free hand.<br/>
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Ziva was surprised when Gibbs called her by her first name. She glanced at him when he said a phrase she was familiar with. "Stay low, move fast. Shoot first, die last. One shot, one kill. No luck, pure skill.." The young woman looked at Jenny as well, and then turned back to Gibbs, when he said that he wanted to know about the cell Ari had been working with. She nodded and then said, "I will need a project board. Let us go down to the bullpen, we will be able to work better there." <br/>
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Once they were all down in the bullpen, she pulled out her cell phone and some blank sheets of paper off a random desk and started writing down names, getting many of them from her cell phone. When she looked up and caught the look on his face, she said, "We have a saying in Israel. Loosely translated it means, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. I do not know everyone in Ari's terrorist cell, but I know enough names to get us started." <br/>
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Ziva motioned to her phone. "I have at least 700 names here, of known members of his cell." She started to write down the names, her hands flying across the page as she wrote, filling page after page with names. Several minutes later, she finished and picked up the pages and handed them to Gibbs. "The people on this list are dangerous, Agent Gibbs. And not just regular dangerous, either. These men and women will shoot and kill and do not care who they hit."</span><br/>
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"Men, women, children. Anyone is fair game as long is it keeps anyone from interfering with their plans. I can reach out to some contacts at Interpol and the CIA and see if there is anything that can help us, like find out if any of these contacts are already dead. "</span></span></span>