*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
The warehouse filled with the sounds of multiple gunshots.
The entire of the NCIS OSP team took cover behind the ever present crates.
But Callen realized that the shots were fired not only by his team and the mobsters, but a third party was lurking nearby.
"NCIS! Drop your weapons!" Deeks shouted over the gunfire.
"CIA!"
"What in hell?" muttered Sam through the earpiece.
"Come out with your hands over your heads!" Yelled a gruff voice.
"Fat chance buddy!" yelled Deeks.
"How do we know that you're CIA for sure?" called Kensi.
"How are we to know that you're NCIS for sure?" called back another female voice. It was vaguely familiar to Callen, but he couldn't place it.
"Walker?"
Somebody cursed. Loudly.
"You've got five seconds to come out or you're dead meat!"
"We come out, and you put your guns down!" Callen said.
"That's only fair!" chimed in Deeks.
"Alright." came the reluctant reply.
Callen and his team came out of their hiding places, trying not to step on the dead mobsters (which bad guy can ever survive bullets from these experts?) guns in one hand and badges in CIA guys also drew their badges.
Sarah Walker couldn't believe her eyes.
It was Vladimir. Vladimir Alistratov. He was with a three more people, one, a tall, dark man, probably in his early forties, a brunette woman with slightly mismatched eyes, and a blond man who looked like he needed a haircut. She narrowed her eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too, Nadya Dobrynin." Callen replied breezily. She was with two other guys, one tall and gruff - definitely military, the other slender with a mop of curly brown hair.
"Uh guys, are we umm... missing something here?" Deeks asked tentatively.
"You don't say?" Kensi snapped lightly.