Disclaimer I don't NCIS or any of the characters I wish on the stars that I did but it didn't work.
It was a normal day at NCIS; so far Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs watched the team follow their normal routine. Currently they were working on the case of a murdered Naval Petty Officer. It would have a normal case if he'd had not been the only one to know a bomb launching code. This made caching the killer even more important. The phone rang and Gibbs answered quickly, a deep voice spoke from the other line "I know were you guys need to go," Gibbs had signaled McGee to track were the call was being placed "no need to find my location I'm at 5th and Market, old warehouse."With that the line went dead. "David with me, McGee and DiNozzo stay here." He drove to the warehouse at a pace that was fast even for him, ready to close this frustrating case.
Ziva and Gibbs entered the warehouse normal style in their normal fashion with guns drawn shouting "Federal Agent" the rest was a blur. The shots rang out, the bullets hit Ziva in the shoulder, and Gibbs found himself crouching at her side with blood pooling at his feet. Putting pressure on the wound to decrease the blood flow, he turned around aiming his gun at the area where the shots came from, but no one came to reveal themselves. Quickly he pulled out his phone, calling 911 on autopilot. Within minutes he heard the sirens racing toward them. Ziva was falling in and out of consciousness. Gibbs did his best to talk to her but had to keep stopping to swallow back tears. He had already lost one daughter and would be damned if he would let another slip away. Soon paramedics were wisking her away from him and into an ambulance. Then it was time to make possibly the hardest call of his life. As he choked out the worlds he heard his senior field agent gasp and, do something that if not for the circumstances, he would enjoy. Anthony DiNozzo was speechless.
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