Tony, Ziva, and Tim all heard the phone ring at Gibbs' desk, and they were ready to leave before he said it. "Grab your gear, dead body at the marina." This was the typical Monday morning at NCIS. Gibbs was sitting at his desk drinking coffee as they came in one by one. Ziva first, still slightly sweaty from her morning jog, then Tony, who was bragging about his weekend revival with the frat brothers, and then McGee, carrying the newest chapter of his new book. He hastily tried putting it in his bag before Tony saw, and for once was successful. They had been sitting there for about 2 minutes before the phone rang, and off they went.
The person looking at the screen smiled, and then made sure all of them left the office. If one person was missing, his plan would not work. He had successfully hacked into the NCIS video feed, yet again, but he was still edgy about being traced. He logged off the computer, shut it down, and prepared for their arrival. He had to make sure everything went smoothly, but he had little doubt it would fail. He had the poison, the rifle, the bomb, and the gas all ready to go, and now all he had to do was wait for the arrival of the NCIS team.
The team all piled out of the car. Everybody grabbed gloves and evidence bags out of the back of the car, and went along the pier towards their destination. As they went towards the dead body, Gibbs sensed something was wrong. There was no crowd, no caution tape, no cameras, no cops, no smell of decay, just feeling of dread, like a hard rock in his stomach. "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Gibbs yelled. But it was too late. The bomb went off. There was a flash, and then everything was still.
McGee was the first to wake up, because he was the farthest from impact. His first thought was to call the Director, but the first thing he did was check on his team. Gibbs was still unconscious but his pulse and breathing was normal. The thing that worried him was that he could not find Ziva or Tony. Tony was in between himself and Gibbs but there was no sign of him. Only a puddle of blood. Which meant that Tony was injured, but McGee could not help a person he could not find. The last memory he had of Ziva was her standing near the end of the pier, looking out. If Ziva standing there, then the blast would have knocked her forwards into the water. Even as McGee thought this, he was running towards the end, preparing to dive.