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Epilogue

February 18 2013

International Criminal Court – The Hague, Netherlands

"I accuse Timothy McGee of crimes against humanity."

The public gallery was full to capacity, the TV cameras zoomed in on the accused, and Prosecutor Viera continued his opening address.

"The defendant willingly colluded with Akhenaten Corporation in their campaign of subjugation and death. We have documentation which will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that he signed the order that led to the deaths of thousands of people around the world – innocent, sick, harmless people…"

Tim sat beside his defence council and tried to concentrate as the charges were read. The Judge Advocate General herself was defending him, and she'd told him to be sure to look directly at Viera as he spoke.

"Don't look down, or around the courtroom, it makes you look guilty."

But that was the problem, he was guilty – he knew it, and deep down he was sure Faith Coleman knew it too.

February 17 2013

Dulles International Airport

"Gibbs, Gibbs! They've cancelled the flight! Fog at Schiphol – they say there's nothing getting in to….but the trial….we have to get there!"

Gibbs knew no one could control the weather, but it was starting to feel as if the remnants of the AK Corp movers and shakers were doing everything in their admittedly limited power to prevent Gibbs and his former team getting to The Hague. There had been delays with Tony's visa application – due to his 'criminal record', and it took all of Director Vance's power to convince Homeland Security that Tony's record was clean – his arrests had never led to a conviction. Then there were problems with Ziva's passport – there was some discussion as to whether her US citizenship was valid.

Finally they had all managed to get the necessary clearances, and were waiting to board their flight for Europe when this latest blow struck.

"Calm down Abs…let me think."

He knew as well as Abby, actually, he knew better than Abby – Tim needed them – and he was not about to let him down. Faith had called him and asked for his help, but she didn't need to ask – as soon as they had heard about Tim's extradition the team had been in touch with Gibbs immediately – ready, and more than willing to do anything to help their friend.

JAG had tried to get Tim tried in a US court, citing the fact that the country had never signed up as a member of the International Court, but during their time in power AKCorp had made the court truly international, and had signed up every nation to its charter. In the still confused aftermath of the fall of AK, the treaty had not been renegotiated – so Tim was currently thousands of miles away, subject to close security – such a high profile trial was a rare thing. Many of AK's top executives had echoed the escape route taken by Nazi commanders at the end of World War II, and committed suicide….Effectively Tim was the highest ranking AK executive that the UN had managed to bring to trial, and they had no intention of backing down now – someone had to be seen to be accountable for what AK did – and right now that someone was Timothy McGee.

But Gibbs was not going to leave him hanging out there alone – he had an obligation, a duty, to help Tim. No one knew better than he the cost of this operation to his young friend – and no one knew better who had asked Tim to undertake such a dangerous and demanding role.

He took out his phone.

"Leon – we're in trouble here – no commercial flights out to Schiphol – you got any favours you can call in with the Air Force?"

"Even if I hadn't I'd be happy to owe them – what do you need?"

"Some way of getting to the Netherlands by tomorrow – I don't want him in that courtroom alone…"

"Hold tight – I'll get back to you."

February 18 2013

RAF Lakenheath – England

They had crossed the Atlantic courtesy of the USAF, and had landed hoping for a connecting flight - unfortunately the weather was still enclosing mainland Europe in a shroud of fog. But Leon Vance had not been idle while Gibbs and company were in the air. They had transport to Harwich arranged, and from there they would take the ferry to the Hook of Holland, and drive to The Hague. They had already missed the opening of the trial, but they were determined to get to Tim as soon as they could.

Tony stood on the deck of the ferry, and shivered in the cold, night air. He couldn't sit still – couldn't sleep – he wanted Tim back home, he wanted things to be back to normal. But honestly he couldn't even remember what normal was any more – not since AK took over...He was back at NCIS, back working with Ziva – a Team Leader at last, with Ziva as his Senior Field Agent, but they were still trying to get two permanent team members, so far no one was reaching the standard he had set...he shook his head sadly – time to face facts DiNozzo – there isn't another McGee out there – we'll have to settle for second best. Tony and Ziva had hoped that Tim would come back to work with them, but it was never going to happen, not only had he needed special protection for a while, but the President now had him leading a task force to devise protocols and fail safes for computer programmes that would prevent another internet Armageddon. So Tim was gone, Gibbs had decided to retire from NCIS, but he didn't go to Mexico, those plans had been put on hold – he needed to be with his team, the transition was difficult, for all of them, but for Tim...

"Hey Tony – Doctor Mallard sent me to look for you – he says it's too cold to be out here on deck."

"Well Doctor Palmer – you can tell him he's no longer responsible for me – that's your job now."

Jimmy blew on his hands and stamped his feet.

"In that case, I agree with Doctor Mallard – it's way too cold out here – and just because he's retired you don't seriously think that the good doctor is going to stop caring about you – all of you"

"I know Jimmy – he should be snug and warm at home working on his memoires, not freezing out here in the North Sea...he's worried about Tim isn't he?"

A slight shadow crossed Jimmy's face.

"He's worried about all of you; now let's get out of the cold..."

February 18 2013

International Criminal Court – The Hague Netherlands

"Now remember what I said Tim, it's going to look bleak at this stage because we're only hearing the prosecution case so far – and we don't have many questions to ask at this stage. The written evidence is concrete, I don't have any way to discredit that – I'm waiting until we get to the motives behind this trial."

He sat hunched on a hard chair in the cell block of the court.

"I...I think you should change my plea – I mean, have they said anything that isn't true? I did sign that edict – that death warrant...I am guilty."

Faith sat down opposite her client – she knew from the start of this that Tim was fragile, and without his friends, he was going to fall apart...

"Listen to me – it's not simply about what you did – we have to make them see why you did it."

"Does it matter? I did it...I shouldn't have done it...I let innocent people die...they all had family, friends – people who cared for them, and with a stroke of my pen, they were gone."

"Tim...please, you were in an untenable position, trying to overthrow a dangerous, deadly organisation. They would have killed you without a moment's hesitation if you hadn't gone along with them – and if you hadn't gone along with them you would never have been able to take them down..."

"Is that our argument Councillor? The end justifies the means..."

"That's not what I meant and you know it! They had to trust you implicitly or you would never have been able to get close enough to break them."

She pulled her chair beside his and took his hand gently.

"And remember Tim, you did break them – the world is slowly getting back to the way it was before October 2009. Now, being human we're not making a great fist of things, and we're still squabbling over insignificant details – but at least we have the freedom to squabble, and that's all down to you."

"Not just me...I had a lot of help."

For the first time today Faith saw a glimpse of the man who had taken on AK and won.

"Then don't let them down Tim, if you change your plea now – it makes them look guilty too, after all they helped you – could make them accessories..."

"No! They weren't in the loop at the start of it...they didn't know what I was doing..."

"But they know now, and they're still willing to fly thousands of miles to speak on your behalf – you inspire great loyalty, don't let them down now."

He stared at the table, as if it could tell him what to do next. After what seemed an eternity he turned to Faith.

"I guess you're right – if they're here in the morning I'll leave my plea as it is – but if they haven't arrived..."

Faith sent up a silent prayer that Gibbs and the others would get here in time – her client was falling apart, and she knew the only way to hold him together was for his friends to stand beside him.

February 19 2013

Faith glanced around the courtroom, she knew that Gibbs and the others had arrived, but there was no sign of them – why weren't they here? The Prosecutor's assistant handed her a piece of paper and she gave a low whistle. That's why they weren't in court – Prosecutor Viera had decided to call them all as witnesses for the prosecution – clever man...he had seen how fragile Tim was, and wanted it to appear as if his friends had turned against him...she was more determined than ever that Tim was not going to plead guilty.

She sat down beside Tim and showed him the list – what little colour he had seemed to drain from his face.

"Now listen Tim – this is just a ploy – you know Gibbs wouldn't have agreed to this if they hadn't been subpoenaed, and remember, as soon as they have testified they can sit here in the courtroom."

"I can't do this – when they tell what happened, everyone will know I'm guilty."

"What about Nikki Jardine? Does her sacrifice mean nothing?"

She saw the fresh hurt in his eyes, and knew that she had hit home – she hated causing him more pain – but she had to be resolute – she couldn't let him change his plea – she wouldn't throw him to the wolves.

She held his hand gently and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

"Here we go Tim; the judges are on their way."

Prosecutor Viera got to his feet.

"We call our first witness – Anthony DiNozzo."

Tony walked to the witness box and took the oath. He barely glanced at Viera, his gaze was drawn towards Tim...he seemed to lose weight every time Tony saw him – much more of this and he'd fade away to nothing...

"Mr DiNozzo..."

"Special Agent..."

"Of course...Special Agent DiNozzo – I would like to ask you about the events of April 2010. Were you working for AKCorp at that time?"

"No – I never worked for them."

"Never...and why is that?"

Tony glanced nervously at Tim.

"We, my friends and I, we were exiled from NCIS when AK took over – not allowed to work for them."

"I see, and it was the defendant who denounced you to the Tribunal, is that correct?"

"Yes, but..."

"A simple yes or no will suffice. Timothy McGee testified against you, had you exiled to the streets, no money, no job, is that correct?"

Tony whispered his response.

"Yes."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"How did I feel about living on the streets? Being torn away from my family…my friends…I felt lost…I don't think I'd ever been alone in my life before – and suddenly everything changed – because of what he did – I wanted to kill him...for a few months I wanted him dead so bad – I could almost taste it."

He paused to take a breath and Viera took his opportunity.

"No further questions Special Agent DiNozzo."

"But wait..."

"I said no further questions."

Faith got to her feet.

"I believe it's my turn Prosecutor Viera. I have one question – do you still want him dead?"

"No way! He...he had to do what he did. The only way he could work his way into the Corporation was to give us up – we all knew that years ago. And McGee was in a much worse position than we were, at least we had each other – he had to work alone – in secret...and I know how tough that can be. No I don't want him dead – I think if anyone has the right to a great life it's him."

Faith dismissed him with a smile, and as he passed Tim, Tony tried one of his trademark grins – but it didn't appear to penetrate the shell that Tim had built around himself.

Ziva sat in the witness box, attempting to concentrate on the questions. Why did that awful man want McGee punished? Could they not see he had been punished enough?

"Agent David – please answer the question."

"I am sorry – you were asking about working undercover."

Viera sighed – perhaps he should ask the court to let him treat her as a hostile witness.

"Yes Agent David – I said, have you ever had cause to order the death of innocent people while on an undercover operation?"

Ziva grasped her hands tight in her lap – she would love to hit Prosecutor Viera - and hit him hard.

"Of course I have."

Viera spun round, that was not the answer he had been looking for.

"I remind you that you are under oath."

"You do not need to remind me. I am speaking the truth...do you think that working undercover is sterile and bloodless?"

"I will ask the questions Agent David – were the people you ordered dead – were they enemies of Israel?"

"That is what I believe."

"But you do not know for certain?"

"Very little is certain in war, Prosecutor Viera."

"Indeed – but one thing is certain – Timothy McGee ordered the deaths of many thousands..."

"We were at war!"

Ziva couldn't contain her anger any longer – she slammed her hand on the witness box.

"He had no choice! We were all relying on him – and I do not mean Gibbs' team, I mean everyone – everyone who was working to overthrow AK. We needed Tim to become a board member, to become one of them."

She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.

"I have been involved in covert operations, undercover in some perilous situations – but I have never been subjected to the kind of scrutiny which McGee was under, and never for such a long time...do you have any idea how he must have felt? His own identity being eroded..."

"I told you, I will ask the questions."

Viera stood before Ziva – his careful strategy to undermine the defendant's confidence was being torn to shreds by the loyalty of McGee's former team mates. Perhaps he should have waited until they had been called as defence witnesses, break them under cross-examination. But it was too late now, and not one of them would be able to deny the fundamental truth – McGee had signed that edict.

It had been a sombre group who had eaten a hurried lunch at a small cafe near the court building. Back at the courtroom, Ducky had been called to the stand.

"Doctor Mallard – I would like to talk to you about ethics and moral dilemmas – I believe you have some expertise in that field."

"I do indeed."

"Then tell me this – is it ever morally acceptable to bring about the deaths of defenceless people – the most vulnerable and needy members of society?"

"Acceptable – probably not, but sometimes, very rarely in the history of mankind – a great sacrifice has to be made – a sacrifice by a few that saves the many."

"And you are saying that ending the lives of such vulnerable, wounded people was a sacrifice worth making?"

"I am saying that you and I are able to have this debate because that young man put his own life on hold, stood at the vanguard of the battle against AK, eventually brought them to their knees and freed us all."

Viera walked slowly back to his chair and sat down. It was getting worse – this was it – he wouldn't call any more of Gibbs' team, his strategy was playing into the defence's hands. He should have let the written evidence stand...it was strong enough to convict, but he let his arrogance get the better of him – he wanted to humiliate McGee. As a corporate lawyer his life had been good under AK – very good – but that all changed when Horus took flight...and he had grabbed the opportunity to prosecute this case – to clip the wings of Horus. Now his eagerness to crush McGee's spirit was costing him dear.

He got to his feet again, bowed briefly to the judges and said.

"This concludes the case for the prosecution."

The Chief Justice couldn't help registering his surprise.

"Very well, court will adjourn – and re-convene at 10.00 am."

February 20 2013

"Tim...Tim, are you feeling alright? Did you sleep at all?"

Faith was worried – it was as if he was fading before her eyes. He looked up at her, and she saw a world of hurt in his eyes – just for a second – then he lowered his head again.

She got to her feet.

"The defence calls Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

Gibbs had thought that Ducky was exaggerating when he said how sick Tim looked, but if anything he had understated the case. As Gibbs took the oath, he watched Tim, motionless staring at the judges – the dark shadows under eyes that seemed to have sunk back in his head emphasised his extreme pallor. His skin seemed almost transparent, and his hands which he held clenched on the table in front of him – nothing but skin and bone.

Faith cast another anxious glance at Tim, and walked towards the witness box.

"Could you tell the court who decided that Timothy McGee was to go undercover in AK Corporation?"

"I did."

"Did you consult with anyone before you made that decision?"

"No – it was too dangerous – I couldn't trust anyone. Director Vance offered to help, but he has a wife, children – I kept him out of the loop."

"Like you did with your team? Didn't you trust them?"

Gibbs glanced at his team – would he ever stop thinking of them as his team? They were sitting in the front row, right behind McGee – Abby was on the edge of her chair, as close as she could get to Tim without actually touching him.

"I would trust every last one of them with my life...but it wasn't my life at risk. I knew they wouldn't be able to give up on protecting Tim – if they knew he was in danger, they'd put themselves at risk to help him, but they'd also put the operation at risk...and I couldn't allow that to happen."

"You were prepared to let McGee sink or swim – on his own."

Gibbs wanted to be able to show Tim how much it had hurt him to do that – to leave him alone...but Tim's eyes didn't leave the justices – it was almost as if he was hypnotised...catatonic...

"If there had been any other way...but there was no one else I knew who could do the things Tim could do...not just the computer stuff, the undercover work – but even I didn't know how high a price he would have to pay. I left him in there too long – I could have pulled him out, tried to get someone else to do his job, but he was on the board of AK, and I didn't know how long it would take us to get someone else that high up in the organisation...so I left him there. I guess I hoped that once AK was done things would go back to how they were – that my team could get back together..."

"And that didn't happen?"

"No – perhaps if it had, we could have protected Tim from the consequences of working so long undercover…"

That finally got Tim's attention – his eyes met Gibbs' and he sat on the edge of his chair.

Faith was genuinely puzzled.

"The consequences? You mean this trial?"

Gibbs glanced at his team, then looked right into those pain-filled green eyes.

"No, not the trial – just after Christmas Ti…"

"No! You promised!"

Tim leapt to his feet, ready to confront Gibbs, but the Chief Justice struck his gavel against the desk.

"The defendant will sit down. Admiral Coleman – control your client, any further outbursts and he will be removed from the court room."

Faith guided Tim back to his seat, and offered him a glass of water; he shook his head and stared down at his trembling hands.

"He promised me…."

She turned again to Gibbs.

"Please continue."

"It was two days after Christmas – we hadn't seen him over the holiday, he was working he said…we shouldn't have left him alone – I shouldn't have left him – that was a mistake, and it nearly cost him his life."

He could see the bewildered expressions on his team's faces – they didn't know what he was about to say, all except one, he knew…

"I had a feeling – a gut feeling, something was wrong, I called Tim, couldn't get an answer, so I drove over to his place. I thought he was dead…he was lying on the floor, an empty pill bottle next to him, but there was a pulse. I called 911, called Dr Palmer – had him meet me at the hospital…they managed to bring him back, as soon as we could we got him to my place – we kept it quiet. There were too many people who would use….what he did against him – people who didn't want him working for the government. So Jimmy – Dr Palmer, he took care of Tim – got him better physically."

Viera had heard enough – they were playing the sympathy card, and he was not having that.

"Objection! The defence is attempting to shroud the crux of this case in a smokescreen of sentimentality – whether the defendant tried to commit suicide or not is totally irrelevant to the case at hand."

Gibbs got to his feet.

"Irrelevant? You call being desperate enough to try and end your own life – irrelevant? He hated every minute of what I made him do – you want to charge someone with crimes against humanity, charge me – because what I did to him was criminal – I drove him to the brink of death, because I couldn't bear the thought of being ruled by AK. I watched the changes in him, it was killing him by inches, and part of me wanted to pull him out, to stop it – to let him have even one day when he could be himself – but he had to stay there. No one else could do what he was doing. So you see, if anyone is guilty here it's me."

"Your honour – the witness is making a speech, not answering a question."

"I agree Prosecutor Viera."

The Chief Justice turned to Gibbs and gestured to him to resume his seat.

"The witness will refrain from making speeches or be charged with contempt of court."

Gibbs gave a bitter laugh.

"Then charge me, because I can tell you right now, I have nothing but contempt for this court. Contempt for what you've done to one of the bravest men any of you are ever likely to meet. What were you all doing when AK was in power, sleeping sound in your beds, making money, living large? You know what he was doing? Living every minute with the threat of discovery, the threat of torture, death, the deaths of everyone who was working with him – try living like that for nearly three years."

"That's enough Agent Gibbs. You may leave the witness stand."

Chief Justice Klinzman waved away the court guards, he didn't want Gibbs arrested. He whispered to his two co-judges, and turned to McGee.

"This is rather unusual, but we have a question to ask of the defendant."

Faith helped Tim to stand – Gibbs' revelations seemed to have drained the last vestige of colour from his face. Klinzman looked at Tim, and there was real compassion in his gaze.

"Mr McGee, when you attempted to end your life – were you acting as other AK executives had done? Were you trying to escape from justice?"

Tim held his head high and stared at the bench – at the men who would decide his fate.

"No sir – I thought I could stop the pain, stop the voices in my head…the ones who were lost…no, I didn't want to escape - I simply wanted to die."

The searing honesty of his answer was clear to everyone in the courtroom, and Justice Klinzman had to clear his throat before he could continue.

"I think we have heard everything we need, we have the written affidavits – quite a considerable number if I may say Admiral…"

Faith smiled – she'd managed to get an impressive array of character witnesses to write statements of support for Tim – from Heads of State the world over to Directors of numerous law enforcement and intelligence agencies – including CIA Director Kort.

"The court will adjourn to consider our verdict."

February 21 2013

Word had got round – the Justices were on their way back, and they were sitting, waiting for Tim to be brought from the holding area. Abby gasped when she saw him – his pallor seemed to have turned to greyness overnight – and that terrible phrase entered unbidden into her head 'dead man walking.'

As the justices took their seats Faith nodded to Tim, and he stood to hear the verdict.

"Timothy McGee, you stand accused of crimes against humanity – yet this court considers that there can be few people who have demonstrated their love of humanity more vividly than you. You have been virtually crushed by the weight of what you had to do, yet even in the darkest days of your time with AK you 'diverted' medical supplies to clinics around the world, you ensured that underground guerrilla groups were able to operate without AK's knowledge. You led the world in its struggle against the oppressor, and in doing so you committed a heinous act – not alone, it is true, but it is also true that you colluded in a terrible crime. It is the opinion of this court that you are already serving a life sentence – I quote here from Dr Palmer's affidavit – 'There is no one in this court room, maybe in the whole world who hates Timothy McGee more that he hates himself.' How many of us would wish to go through life with such a sentence? – There is no punishment we could mete that would be more severe than that which he is going through. It would be a crime against humanity to take him away from the people who could preserve his sanity, and this court will have no part in such a crime – we find the defendant not guilty – you are free to go, and you have the thanks of this court for liberating truth and justice."

Gibbs and the others jumped from their seats, they needed to be close to Tim. But before they could cross the court barrier Tim collapsed to the floor – Jimmy and Ducky raced to his side and Faith called for a guard to get an ambulance. Everything happened so quickly, but the anxious faces of their two medical experts told the team that they needed to follow their friend – and follow him they did.

The hospital waiting room was just like every other waiting room they'd spent time in – didn't matter whether it was DC, LA or The Hague, that same antiseptic smell permeated everything….

"Jethro, why didn't you come to me when Timothy…"

"Couldn't do it Duck – you were exhausted after all those months in the clinic, you needed a break."

"And he didn't?"

"Oh he did Duck, and it's something I'll never forgive myself for…I let him get so low…he seriously thought his death wouldn't matter…"

Doctor Van Basten walked into a very subdued waiting room, and gave a reassuring smile.

"Your friend is resting quietly – he is exhausted, dehydrated and undernourished. I will be having strong words with the court authorities – he has obviously not been eating, and they should have been checking on him…but that is for another day. For now, I can assure you that physically, he has come to no lasting harm; obviously I know he has been under a great deal of mental stress of late, and that is a long term issue that we will be unable to address here."

Ducky stood to shake the doctor's hand and said.

"Do not worry on that account Doctor – we have plans for Timothy, and we will do everything in our power to ensure that something like this does not happen again."

They filed into his room and stood silently watching the frail figure on the bed. His colour was a little better already, but the harsh hospital lights accentuated the gauntness of his face, the sharp angles of his cheekbones…

"Oh Timmy – I should have looked in on you more often."

Abby was the first to go to his bedside and hold his hand, but she wasn't the last.

They'd all been ordered back to their hotel rooms, but Gibbs wasn't going anywhere, and Ducky was determined to wait with him. A little after 11 Tim's eyes blinked open and he gazed groggily around him.

"Ah Timothy, welcome back, you gave us quite a scare you know."

"S – sorry Ducky."

"Nothing for you to be sorry for young man, nothing at all, do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

He looked a little better, the IV fluids were doing their job – he'd be up and about soon, and that was what they wanted to talk to him about. Gibbs stood beside Ducky.

"Tim – this trial…and everything leading up to it – it's been brutal – and you haven't had anytime to recover from, well from AK, and that's my fault."

Tim was about to protest, but Ducky intervened.

"And mine Timothy – I should have spent less time on my book and more time on you. But as it so happens we are about to combine the two."

They both laughed at Tim's bemused expression – he looked so much more like his old self when he looked like that. Ducky continued.

"I had planned a trip to Europe later this year, complete some research for my book, revisit some old haunts…well, as I'm already over here I thought I might as well start my trip right away – and you are coming with me."

A faint glimmer of enthusiasm flashed across Tim's face to be replaced by disappointment.

"Can't do it Ducky – I have too much work…"

"Oh no you don't. We haven't been idle while you've been sleeping the day away. Jethro has contacted DC, and you have an indefinite leave of absence – you can go back to work when we think you're ready, and not a moment before…Timothy let someone else share the burden – you have done enough – more than we had any right to expect."

"You're sure? I mean…I think…maybe a break would be good, but I'm still supposed to have security – I don't want to put you in the firing line."

Now it was Ducky's turn to smile as Jethro rested his hand protectively on Tim's thin wrist.

"No need to worry about security Tim – how does personal protection from a Marine sniper sound?"

Tim couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Hey Tim, I had to fight for this assignment – Tiny and Ziva wanted it too, and Abby, she was all for giving up her job to come along with us – don't worry – I managed to persuade them that they were needed back home – but I have a feeling they may be taking some vacation time in Europe pretty soon."

Hot tears fell unchecked down Tim's cheeks.

"Abby was willing to give up her lab?"

"Absolutely…Tim – we…we lost sight of what all this had done to you. I guess the euphoria of toppling AK made us forget the main reason we were able to topple them. That reason was that we had you, and they didn't, and I'm more sorry than I can say that I let things get as bad as they did – but that ends now. Ducky's going to help with some therapy, and we're going to spend some time relaxing….think you can remember how to do that?"

Another smile, and this time it reached his eyes.

"I'm not sure – but I'm pretty sure I'm ready to find out. Think you can get used to being relaxed Boss?"

"Oh I know I can – tried it once before in Mexico – of course I hadn't got you and Ducky around then – so things could be different this time…but I think we'll get by – the three of us – this time I think we'll be okay."

THE END!

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