Prologue
"Boss! Boss, they're headed this way!" Tony said frantically into his microphone, hearing the sounds of running and heavy breathing through his earwig.
"Catch those bastards, DiNozzo," came Gibbs' voice from the other end.
"You heard the man, McGee, run!" Tony shouted to McGee, who was crouching behind a parked car a few yards away. McGee pulled his gun, and he and Tony began to run up the sloped parking garage, their ears trained on the squeals of car wheels.
A speeding black Ford Escalade flashed its brights in their direction, momentarily blinding McGee. He reached his hand up to cover his eyes just as two gunshots rang out and echoed through the parking garage.
Tim's vision blurred. His world had been reduced to nothing but excruciating pain.
"McGee! Tim! Tim…" A blurry DiNozzo flickered in and out of sight as Timothy McGee's eyes fluttered shut.