dear people who want to read my fanfic,

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Chapter 10

After fourteen hours of sitting in first class, watching movies and catching up on some highly needed sleep Finnegan McManus arrives at the crowded and busy London airport. Grabbing his small briefcase from the storage places above him he calmly moves thru the airplane, reaching the front of the airplane he walked past the smiling stewardesses grabbing a free newspaper.

Exiting arrival hall he had to pass costumes, a young man sits behind a desk, "Your passport please." Finnegan hands over his papers, the young man flips thru the passport and types a couple of things into his computer, "Welcome to England." The man says holding up the passport, Finnegan nods and grabs his passport and walks towards the huge parking lot.

As soon as Finnegan is out of site the young man grabs his telephone and punches in a number, "Yes hello James, I think I just saw some suspicious looking bloke! One Finnegan McManus, blond, buzz cut, his passport said five feet seven and o yeah really short!"

***

A woman walks to a black Boxter holding a carton with two big plastic coffee cups, "Here you go Rach, now be a good girl and scoot over it's my day to drive." She says handing the other woman a cup and tossing the carton on the ground. "Oh come on, geez a break Sio. besides. we got a mission. get your ass in gear" Rachel says putting her coffee cup into the cup holder. As soon as the other woman gets into the car she puts down the handbrake and the car rockets off leaving a pair of thick rubber skid marks.

"So where is this 'mission'?" Siobhan says trying not to spill her coffee, "Dae ken, he was seen at the airport. wee blond boy, says from belfast. they're thinkin IRA." Rachel says cutting off some taxi driver.

***

"So how did he react when you told him? Did he piss himself?" Tony says staring at Abby's belly. "Well he was a little blown away at first, but he was great once he got used to the idea." She says with a big smile. "So have you two started thinking of names yes?" Ziva says also looking at Abby's belly. The two of them are both surprised when they both receive a hard slap on the head, turning around they both exclaim, "Boss!" Gibbs walks up to Abby and gives her a quick peck on the cheek, handing her a big Styrofoam cup, "How are you holding up?" he says taking a glance down at her belly.

"Well I think I know how all those Navy wives must feel when there hubby is on deployment." She says with a sad smile, taking a sip from the cup she doesn't recognize the taste so she peeks into the cup and gives Gibbs an awkward look, "What is this stuff?" Gibbs rolled his eyes and rotates the cup in her hands. It reads 'Mikes fruit smoothies' Abby gives Gibbs a fake pout, "Why no Caf-Pow?" he raises his hand to slap her but he doesn't and lowers it, "Ducky told me not to feed you anymore caffeine."

***

He is clicking on the remote of his car, 'Where the hell is that damn thing?' he thinks continuing his sweep of the massive parking lot. A silver coloured Mercedes SLR flashes its lights, he enters the car, "What the hell?" he looks to his right and spots the steering wheel as he gets out of the car he smacks himself on the back of the head.

He slides in the key and starts the engine, he looks to his left for the gearshift but there is no stick, 'Hmm, those Germans do love to mess with peoples minds." He grabs the steering wheel and spots two flippers behind the wheel he presses the right and the car kicks into gear, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Gently pressing the gas pedal he drives out of the huge parking lot and turns on the radio, the six 'o clock news just starts, he checks his watch it's twelve 'o clock in Washington, 'Time to get something to drink.' He says driving off to a pub.

From across the street two young woman sit in a black Porsche Boxter watching the SLR drive out of the parking lot, following the car to an Irish pub Siobhan sighs and says, "What is the mission, come on tell me, I'm hyper like a monkey!" Rachel switches gears and carefully follows the silver car. "Well where supposed to find out what he's about." She says with hesitation knowing the response of her colleague. "Yay! So we wait till he stops somewhere and we kidnap the bastard, right?" she says with a big grin, "No Sio, we're going to talk to him first." Rachel replies shaking her head.

***

"McGee, I couldn't find anything on his computer, apart from some games a butt load of music and tons of movies, but nowhere does he keep a diary or agenda." Abby says with a pouting lip. Tim gives Abby a look, "So what do you want me to do? Write his schedule?" he says with a chuckle, "No, I was thinking more in the line of hacking into the CIA to check there's." she says stabbing a finger in McGee's chest.

McGee's eyes widen, "You want me to do what?!", "I want you to hack into the CIA and find out what Anton is doing right now!" she replies snappy. He grabs a desk chair and gently pushes Abby away, "You better get me some Caf-Pow then." He says clicking on several applications and grabbing the remote of Abby's stereo and putting on some music.

Abby walks into her laboratory spotting McGee typing behind her computer she puts down a huge cup of Caf-Pow, "Now tell me what is he up to McGee?". Tim sighs and says, "Next time you look on his computer check out the desktop, he put a word file in the middle of his freaking desktop." Abby blinks her eyes a couple of times and then grabs Bert and squeezes him tightly, "So, what did it say?" McGee opens a word file and pushes himself away from the desk.

Abby leans in to read the small note, it says,

"Hey Sugar lips,

I'm in London and I'm gone for three to four days, I'm supposed to hunt down some dipsh!t that is selling classified information to terrorists. Don't worry about me, I was trained to do this sort of work.

Love ya, Anton.

P.S. don't worry about browsing on my computer, my mom always used to do that with my dad when he went on a mission."

***

Chapter 9

"Yes off course, will I marry you!" she takes the ring and slips it on her finger, he rises from the ground and presses the button again, "This calls for some Champaign!". A minute later Two waiters walk in holding two large buckets filled with ice and a bottle of Champaign in each, as glasses are being filled Ducky turns to Abby and says maybe it's best if you don't drink any of that." Gibbs stares at Ducky and then at Abby.

She gives him a short nod, "Abby why aren't you having any Champaign?" McGee says looking at Abby's empty glass, "I just don't feel like drinking any alcohol tonight!" she says smiling towards him. Ziva raises a brow and gives Abby a look from across the table, Abby rolls her eyes and nods again, "Abby if you want to drink just do so, don't feel obliged not to drink because I'm not a drinker." Anton says gently rubbing his fiancé over her back. "No, it's not that, I just don't like Champaign all that much." She says smiling towards him, "If you want you can order something else, they even stock Caf-Pow here." He says ordering another cola for himself.

Robbert gives Ducky a glare and jerks his head up slightly, Ducky points his thumb to his stomach and motions his head towards Abby. Abby shakes her head, "No thanks, I don't think we will need that tonight." She says with a grin, "But if your going to order me something than get me some water please." Tony frowns, "Hey wait a minute! You would never refuse a Caf-Pow, unless, unless-." he says pointing a finger at Abby.

Ziva quickly kicks him against the shin, Anton frowns towards Tony, "Unless what Tony?" he says a bit annoyed. "Errr, unless she thinks she doesn't need to stay awake all night." Tony says with a fake chuckle, Anton gives Tony an evil glare. Abby pats Anton's leg, "Aren't commando's supposed to be able to keep awake for two days straight!" she says taunting, "No, that's the SEALS, proper commando's keep on going for three!" he says with a big grin.

Gibbs rises from his seat and grabs his glass, "A toast to the new groom- and bride to be!" he says taking a sip. Ziva leans over towards Tony and whispers something in his ear, his eyes widen a little and he grins widely, they both stand up from there chair and walk out of the room, "Going for a bathroom break." Tony says over his shoulder.

***

*Even later that night*

Abby rolls over and gently strokes his head, "Honey you still awake?" Anton opens his eyes and looks into Abby's eyes, "After five hours of that, your still up for some more huh?" he sighs and nods, "Okay, just give me a sec.". She giggles "No not that, we need to talk about some stuff." She says with a concerned look on her face.

"Abby, I seriously can't tell you anything about the mission to England!" he says shaking his head, "No, I know you can't but that's not it either, honey, err, I, I'm more than a month and half pregnant with you." She blurts out quickly looking in his eyes. His eyes seem to pop out of there sockets, "Anton? Baby are you okay?" she whispers caressing his cheek.

"B, Ba, baby's?" he stutters, Abby nods, "Yes tiger, you knocked me up on our first time!" she says very seriously. He starts sweating heavily and his expression remains blank, "Say something." She says giving him a slap on his head. He blinks and throws the sheets of him, getting out of bed running into the bathroom, Abby sighs and gets out of bed and walks towards the closed bathroom door.

She slowly opens the door and pokes her head inside the door, scanning the room for her fiancé she spots him sitting on the toilet with his head buried in his hands. She opens the door further and walks into the bathroom, "Honey what's wrong?" she says with a surprised look on her face.

"I'm so sorry, I messed up, I should have whore protection. Look if you don't want this baby, then, then-." He is cut off by a slap on the back of his head, "No, how dare you even think that, and you are not the only one that could have gotten protection!" she says angry.

"Does this mean, that you want this? Does this mean you want to have children?" he says raising his head out of his hands. "DUH! Of course, why do you think people marry each other?" she says laughing out loud, "So is there anything I can do for you, because if you are going to have a baby, our baby, I will take care of your needs!" he says standing up from the toilet and hugging her fiancé, she hops up and hooks her legs behind his butt.

Walking back into the bedroom he sets her down the bed looking into her eyes, "Is there anything I can do for you?" he says caressing her hair. She rolls her eyes and looks at him, "What do pregnant woman always want?" he kisses her and gets up out of bed walking towards the living room, "Hey! Where are you going?" she yells at him.

He stops dead in his tracks and turns around, "Getting you some ice-cream." He says pointing towards the living room door, she lifts up the covers and raises her right eyebrow, "Oh, you want that!" he says grinning.

***

"Here you go, your new passport, your new clothes, your new wallet and the keys to a Mercedes SLR parked on the airport." A woman weaning a blue suit, he opens his passport and snorts, "Finnegan McManus, waaat de 'ell, chucker yer realy tink they 'ill fall for dat?" the woman sighs and hands him some plane tickets, "Your flight leaves in three hours." She shakes her head and walks out of the changing booth.

He drops everything in his hands and grabs the woman's shoulder, ""Ey, wha de 'ell are me weapons?" he says spinning her around. "Get your hands of me!" she says trying to get loose, "Not 'til yer tell me wha de 'ell dohs guns are." He states calmly. She manages to get loose from his tight grip, "Taped under the passenger seat.".

***

I'm a pitcher, I usually close the game from the 6th or 7th inning but since we where ahead in the game and we have a new young talent the coach thought maybe he should try pitching...

so we where in the top of eight and had some problems arose, the new guy was given the order to relief the starter. 

He is the new guy so he ain't that good yet but he's okay :) he ain't got that much speed on his fastball yet and his curveballs hang like neon signs, but again he's the newbee. so after like a couple of hits the infield killed the inning, making it 8 to 3 for us :) to bad for the starter he kept it scoreless... after some lousy hittng the scoreboard read, 12-3 us.

the kid got another chance to gain some experience, I was already warming up in the bullpen (ha NCIS reference :P) making my catcher hate me, my fastball was really up there, my curve was working and my change was decent too.

okay imagine this, top of the 9th... they are hitting painfull basehit after basehit this kid is taking a beating, he manages to get one out by a infield hop but he's all over the place it's 12-6 all bases loaded, my coach needs his some outs badly:P

so that's what he does, he gets me out of the bullpen and tells me to get him two outs right now... and knowing my coach he doesn't care if he can pick between saving a little kittin or achieving world peace and  getting a reincarnation of gandhi back on eart... he just wants those 2 outs...

I gave him his wish by throwing seven pitches by the next two batters and striking them both out...

as I walked off the field I thank you's from every one on the team but my coach just said these magic words, 'Cold blooded bastard!'

I think i've got a new nickname, cold blooded closer l) 

Getting wet is not a real problem here in The Netherlands, enough rivers and there is surtainly a lot of sea surounding rain is also a very natural thing. but usualy basball and rain don't mix, if there is rain no game, if the field is to wet from yesterday no game either...

and usualy rain means no training either but when we started out on 19:30 it was dry, very cloudy but dry, then it start dripping so we continue with the warming up hoping for the sky's to clear. with no such luck we continue on anyway trowing some BP, doing some hitting myself, doing some fielding etc by now it's like 20:30 and it's absolutely coming down like some one's forgot to close the tap upstairs.

our coach says we should keep on training, and instead of doing more trowing and more hitting we are going to do some heavy condition training. so picture this, about fifteen guys wearing thin training suites soaking wet doing push-ups and running around the field doing about ten laps.

if your thinking stop your whining there are people who do that every single day, well after being soaking wet our coach though, "well lets do some slidings!" so in wet gravel our team went sliding till about 21:30 after the training I finaly get home around 22:00 hours and felt absolutly crappy!

next time my coach tells me to do slidings in the rain i'll tell him to eat my shorts!

Cheers, Anton

this is what your supposed to do (credits to rocktheworld7 for all of it ;))

Put your music player on shuffle. Press forward for each question. Use the song title as the answer to the question...

1. Will I get far in life? Wich side are you on-DKM (okay so i guess i have to pick a side)

2. How do my friends see me? Fortunes of war-DKM (right... nice to know that my friends see me as a prize in war...)

3. Where will I get married? Borne in the USA-Bruce springsteen (LOL, I have no plans yet but okay, i'm packing my stuff)

4. What is my best friend's theme song? Elect Death for president-Wednesday 13(o so true! Robbert eat your heart out.... :P)

5. What is the story of my life? screaming at the wailing wall-Flogging molly (I guess there is some point to this :P)

6. What was high school like? The legend of finn maccumhail-DKM (you trying to tell me i'm a legend in school:P hell yea, nice :D)

7. How can I get ahead in life? All my friends are dead- Turbonegro (WTH :shock: )

8. What is the best thing about me? Cho large- Teriyaki boyz (... no comment)

9. How is today going to be? sgt. mckenzie (we where soldiers)-Joseph Kilna ( What does this say about the game today?)

10. What is in store for this weekend? Hard, fast, and furious-ether drift (...that would be a no comment)

11. What song describes my parents? Will ye be proud-The Real McKenzies (hope they are:) )

12. My grandparents? Highway to hell-ACDC (god i hope for there sake there in heaven :P)

13. How is my life going? Fighting 69th-DKM (nice, fighting my way thru towards texas xD)

14. What song will they play at my funeral? suicide solution-Ozzy Osbourne (Holy crap, that's heavy stuff!)

15. How does the world see me? Candyman-Christina Aguilera (just two words:yea right!!)

16. Will I have a happy life? Bastards on parade-DKM (Nope guess not :P)

17. What do my friends really think of me? Barroom Hero-DKM (wth i don't drink a drop, guess i fight too much)

18. Do people secretly lust after me? Smack my b!tch up-Prodigy (yeeehaa, i've got some kinky people lusting after me :P)

20. How can I make myself happy? Fightstarter-DKM (hehe guess i'm going to have to get into a fight or two :P)

21.What should I do with my life? Scottish and proud-The Real McKenzies (i'm going to be living and travaling all over the world, I guess)

22. Will I ever have children? Another brick in the wall-Korn (jups, and I guess they are not going to like me :P)

23. What is some good advice? Golddigger-Kanye West (lol I'm shoving it...)

24. What is my signature dancing song? Pretty Fly-The Offspring (:oops: ok... I confess I can't dance)

25. What do I think my current theme song is? Wild Rover-DKM (hehe okay, i confess i'm a wild rover ;))

26. What does everyone else think my current theme song is? Drive on-Johnny Cash (I am trying to get my licence so yea that one's probably true)

27. What type of men/women do you like? She hates me-puddle of mudd (okay, I'm screwed!)

As both my favorite shows are near there season finale,

Gergory House is gonna need to find a new blackpolion and fix himself a good date with Cuddy so she picks him over his best friend and now rival to be the daddy of Cuddy's baby.

Jethro Gibbs is going to have to look after his new girlfriend, Hollis Man who may be looking for more than them beying just bedbuddy's. He also has to worry about his ex and current director of NCIS Jenny Shepard, who wants to capture and kill one french arms smugler, she might be fired as the director or get killed by the frog while on trying to hunt him down.

But then again, I didn't get to read the scripts so I can't wait to see what happens for real :D

Have a good one,

Anton 

What happens when your starting pitcher is sick, and you only have two pitchers to choose from? you get your reliever to pitch the hole game...

Yea, it's the first game of the season and I get to pitch one complete game.

I'm a closer, I close up after the starter wreaks havoc on them, offcourse I can start a game, maybe even trow a complete game but everything has to be perfect.

35 Degrees Centergrade (thats 95 Fahrenheit for you Americans), I'm blond and very light skinned, add those three up and you've got a blond little guy in the middel of a field sweating his ass off.

I actualy did well (against all odds), I was able to make easy outs for six innings the seventh and the eigth where tricky, but my first baseman and my shortstop helped me out forceing a double and just grabbing my pickoff (I'm tired and sweating like a pig).

We don't have no DH rule, so I hit and run like the rest of the team, guess who gets hit by a inside pitch? Yea me...

11-6 the last inning, they are hitting.

I can't trow anymore, I'm simply spent.

There isn't a way in hell I can get three outs easily so I try to get them to hit popups and short grounders, they do! But my defence is like swiss cheese so they score 2 points, all bases empty just one out.

I call a timeout, the only backup we have is our first baseman, he sometimes trows bp.

He try's his best but it's no use, they slug away, 3 points get knocked in before we can get an out, the next guy is there best hitter, he slams one against the fence and gets to thrid, so this is a do or die moment for us if we can get the out here, we get another inning if the one on three gets home we lose the game.

Our first baseman, trows and it is hit hard thru the infield, our mid-fielder can't get it under controle but eventualy rockets it towards home. the ball flys and the catcher grabs it the runner slides, the catcher swipes but he knocks the ball out of his glove.

we lose.

What a sad, sad, way to start a season... but as the coach always says, tip your cap and move on.

My given name is Anton...

Yea learn to live with that, only in The Netherlands and Germany will they say it properly, In the rest of the world it's either Tony, Anthony or Antonio...

My last name is Halve, again nowhere other than in The Netherlands and Germany can any one pronounce it...

I'm 5 foot 7... people make jokes about that as well, you name it and it has been used on me...

I love to play baseball, and here in Europe that isn't very Big. Here they play 'Soccer' wich I refer to as 'Sucker', if that doesn't say enough, I absolutely HATE it.... (please don't ask me anything about it, I rather get the flu.)

Is there anything that he does like about his life?

Yes there is!

I love reading, playing baseball, surfing around on the internet, going out with friends and listening to music.

Baseball in The Netherlands is played in clubs, not like real big clubs but small local clubs, (nearly every city has a club.) the ballclub I play for is called 'The Stags'.

I love reading fanfiction and writing a bit, I use the internet to keep up with baseball in the US and Canada. Chat with friends on MSN, or when I find my self with spare time abuse it looking for dumb movies on various sites.

My baseball teamates are a rowdy bunch of guys, and we hit the town for bars often, or we just trow a party in the club house.

The Dropkick Murphys is by far my favourite band, even though I'm a Yankee fan, I have to admit  they make very good music.

that is me, yea.... I'm an annoying little bastard, who just made you use five minuites of your life to read completely useless information about meself....

cheers, Anton Halve

A.K.A. Loky

A.K.A. Blazer 54