A warning first: blood and guns. drama, lots of it.
Then, on to the story, please enjoy!
Chapter 1- McGee part one
"Sarah!" McGee yelled, as he ran up to the garage, seeing the garage door slide down before his eyes. He smoothly fell onto his back and slid into the garage, the door closing right behind him.
"PROBIE!" Tony's yell was even louder than McGee's. He started running after his teammate, when two warm hands wrapped themselves around his waist. "Tony! Stop! You can't get in there without being crushed by the door!" Tony struggled to get out of Ziva's tight grip.
"They're gonna kill him! Ziva let me go!"
"There is nothing we can do! You know this is the only unguarded entry, so unless you want to get shot up by a machine gun, we cannot do anything." Tony stopped struggeling. 'Where is Gibbs when you need him? Why do we have a probie with us instead of a qualified agent?'
Gunfire started in the garage, first an automatic weapon, and when that stopped, the obvious sounds of a handgun being fired, most likely McGee's. 'At least he is fighting back.'
"I'll go to the back!" the probie that came along with the team today, yelled, already moving to go to the back of the house.
"No!" Ziva yelled, letting go of Tony, moving to the probie in an attempt of stopping him. She grabbed the kid by his upperarm and pulled him close.
"You do that and you'll get killed." The gunfire started again, the blasts overruling the sound of a fencegate opening and shutting.
The automatic weapon stopped shooting and McGee started shooting. A loud scream gave the signal McGee had hit someone.
Ziva looked around to share this triomph with Tony, and saw nothing but air at the place where he had been standing. 'Damn you Tony!'
-NCIS-
The suspect of their mudercase had been a weapon trafficker (or dealer or trader, if you like). He and his team had robbed weapon stores and sold them on the black market. The team had conducted several stakeouts to find out exactly how dangerous this dealer was, and who his associates were.
Six criminals formed a team to do all the dirty work, like planning, stealing and selling. One of this team was the leader, in his house they met on a regular, scheduled basis, like clockwork.
The entire team was between 20 and 35 years old, none of them with a history of crimes.
Now Tony, McGee, Ziva and their probie were here to arrest the leader. There wasn't a meeting scheduled, so the leader should have been alone in the house.
Usually, Gibbs would have been here too, but he had been shot in his arm a week ago, and wasn't cleared for a task like this.
So here they were: sitting in the car in front of the garage, everything went according to plan, until now.
The garage had opened and a guy was pushing a brown haired young girl against a car inside the garage.
McGee had recognised the girl and had opened the door, just like the rest of the team.
"Sarah!" he had yelled, then all hell had broken loose.
-NCIS-
Tony knew it when Ziva was distracted by the probie. As soon as she turned her back to him, he slipped away. 'I have to rescue Tim. I can't let Tim down.'
He slipped to the side of the house, opened the gate of the fence and went into the backyard. The wall of the house didn't have a lot of windows, just one big glass door leading to the mainroom.
He pulled out his weapon and aimed it at the door. One shot was enough to make it shatter.
He immediately ducked behind a tree in the backyard after shooting, which was a good move because heavy gunfire went his way only a fraction of a second later.
The gunman stopped for a second to put new ammunition in his gun, and Tony turned to fire at him, which was a bad decision, because four guns were aimed at him and all started shooting.
-NCIS-
Once Tim was inside the garage, he moved behind the nice sportscar. A machinegun started fireing at him, well, at the car.
The bullets stopped for a while and Tim took aim, almost hitting the gunman.
Heavy gunfire returned, and he fired back, this time hitting the guy. 'Where is Sarah?'
He started his search for his sister, room for room. Once in the first room, he experienced what a bullet felt like when it ripped through him. His side felt like it was on fire, the burning pain knocking him to his knees, then the coldness of a barrel of a gun held to his temple.
-NCIS-
Ziva pulled out her phone and hit number two on her speed dial.
"Yeah, Gib-" "GIBBS! We need your help! McGee is inside, heavy gunfire is trying to kill him, and Tony has also disappeard, most likely also inside! We need backup here!"
"Ziva? Damnit, what did you do?!" Gibbs started to put his gun in its holster and grabbed his jacket.
Ziva explained the situation, knowing she had nothing better to do. Surrounding the house with two people, one being a probie, just wasn't a good plan.
-NCIS-
Tim never lost consiousness, but was lost in pain. His side and head were killing him – literally. The man who had knocked him down grabbed him, and pulled him up. "Walk or die," was whispered in his ear.
There wasn't much of a choice, so he decided to do the first thing- or at least try it. Step for step he made it slowly to the living room at the backside of the house. 'There is Sarah.'
A scream. "TIM!" 'She must have seen the blood / she saw the blood. Oh dear.'
"Jason? What did you do to Tim?" she cried out as she moved to Tim, who had fallen to the floor in pain. She fell on her knees and tried to stop the bleeding from the wound in his side.
"Jason, you have to call an ambulance! He is going to die!" she yelled, the helplessness clearly audiable in her voice.
When she didn't hear Jason move from the door which led to the garden, she looked up at him. "Please."
A shot went through the door, shattering the glass, almost hitting Jason. Sarah cried out and sprawled herself over Tim's unmoving body.
Gunfire returned, when it stopped, the silence started, for less than a minute. Four guns started fireing.
"JASON, STOP IT NOW!" The gun stopped. One of the gunmen shouted: "He has been hit!" The second gunman went to Sarah, to drag her away from Tim. When that was done he moved to pull McGee up to his knees, who cooperated, for Sarah's sake.
The leader, Jason, moved to Sarah, grabbing both her shoulders. "I need you to work along with me now," he said, looking deep into her eyes. Then he spun her around while putting a gun to her head.
-NCIS-
"Drop your weapon or she dies." The guy put a gun to Sarah's head. "Jason? What are you doing? Jason? Let me go!" Sarah started to cry.
Tony looked in Sarah's eyes and saw the upwelling tears, as he saw the red colour somewhere in the corner of his eye, he looked up, seeing Sarah's blood stained hands and shirt, 'is she hurt too?'. He looked at McGee's eyes, which pleaded for his sister's life. He looked back at the now tear filled eyes. The tears didn't touch him. McGee's begging, pleading eyes hurt him. The love for a sibling.
He couldn't do it. For Tim.
He raised his hands, and lowered his gun to the floor. The man pushed Sarah away from him, in the hands of one of his teammembers.
"Come here," the leader ushered Tony to come to him, who did so. Tony slowly walked over to the man. Now he recognised he was the one who had been kissing Sarah in the garage.
The senior agent stopped in front of the man, who raised his hand with the gun in it, then whacked it across Tony's face.
-NCIS-
McGee didn't care about his own life, 'once it is over you won't know it, right?', but he did care about his sister's life. She was still so young with so many things she wanted to do and to see.
He, on the other hand, had done the things he wanted to do, met the people he wanted to meet, saw the things he wanted to see.
He looked at Tony, silently pleading for Sarah's life. 'Please Tony…'
He let out a deep breath when Tony lowered his gun. 'Thank God.' Tony walked over to the man, and was painfully hit across his face by the gun's butt. He fell unconsious on the floor with a loud thud.
'At least he doesn't feel it right now.'
The leader, and now Sarah's ex-boyfriend, aimed his gun at McGee's best friend. "Let's get them out of the way, and find a safe place to continue our work," he said, before cocking the gun.
Still a probie in writing, please tell me what you think, it is always nice to know how to get better at it.
also, huge thanks to Moon-fireflies for beta reading this! :)