Hey all! Here's that new story I was talking about... so read and let me know if I should continue!
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Antony D. DiNozzo checked the clock on his phone one last time before he swore he would quite the nasty habit. Damn. It was only four thirty-six. Five more hours til shift change…
NCIS's major case response team had been assigned to keep surveillance on a small town house in Manassas, VA. In this small resisdence, resided Victor "La Cobra" de Herodes, the biggest drug lord in Fairfax County who was also happened to be the biggest suspect in the murder of Petty Officer Monica Rosa. The two both belonged to the up and coming gang Muerte de la Serpiente, and apparently Mr. La Cobra did not take kindly to his girlfriend trying to escape gang life and make something of herself. His displeasure left Monica with twenty-seven 5.7 caliber bullet shaped holes in her chest. All evidence was in place, warrants set, handcuffs ready, and now all the team had to do was find de Herodes. After two days of trying to find him through cell phone gps devices and BOLO's with no success, someone…-cough- Palmer –cough-… finally came up with the idea to sit on La Cobra's apartment until his return. So now… Tony sat alone at a window looking through a pair of binoculars from an apartment across the street waiting for de Herodes to return. Maybe he would check the time just one more time… ugh. Four thirty-seven.
Hearing the door in the back of the apartment open, he turned to see Ziva walk through the door carrying two large cups of Starbucks coffee. Tony smiled at her graciously accepting the hot beverage.
"Did I miss anything interesting?" she snatched the binoculars out of his hand and walked over to the window to look out.
"Absolutely freakin' nothing."
She smiled at his response.
"I had figured as much." Ziva walked away from the window and sat on the foldable chair next to Tony's. The two sat there staring out the window in a comfortable silence sipping their coffees. Every ten minutes or so Ziva would walk back over to the window with the binoculars for a closer look. Each time she got up, Tony contemplated about booby-trapping her chair somehow. Maybe if that screw was loose, when she sat down…
"We have something." Ziva said snapping Tony out of his thoughts.
He quickly crossed the small space between him and the window. Sure enough, when he looked out, there was the black 2006 Mercedes and it's owner, de Herodes, walking up his stoop with what looked like a bag of groceries. Tony quickly assessed the situation. With the exception of now, no one had exited or entered his dwellings all day. It would be he and Ziva v.s. the big bad cobra. Two v.s. one, the odds were in their favor.
"I say we take him now" He said as he quickly grabbed his cell and badge off the table.
"With no backup?" she shook her head back and forth swiftly, "Not a good idea Tony, not a good idea."
Tony took a few steps closer towards the door.
"If he notices extra cop cruisers or anything suspicious, he'll be out of here, and then we're back to square one." He began to open the door.
Seeing his point, Ziva holstered her gun and followed Tony out the door.
The partners casually walked out the building and quickly cross the street. Standing in the ally way next to the house, the two prepared themselves for what was about to take place. Tony pointed with his gun for Ziva to go around back as Tony got ready to take the front door. With a nod of his head, Ziva ran around the back while Tony ran around the front. He stood to the side of the doorway. Once he found all was still quite, he took a deep breath right before he turned to easily kick in the door.
"Victor de Herodes!" he yelled throughout the house once he heard Ziva enter through the back, "We have a warrant for your arrest for the murder of Monica Rosa!"
"Come out now!" Ziva added with an authoritative voice.
No response. Tony looked around, careful not to make too much movement as if he was stalking some kind of prey that could be easily scared away. He began to walk through the severely neglected living room checking each corner and the adjoined bathroom. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Ziva prowling through the dinning room in search of their cobra.
She pointed with her gun to another doorway on the other side of the room. The two agents met up midway and slowly walked over to the entrance together. Ziva grabbed the doorknob and waited for Tony's signal to open the door. Both their hearts were racing with anticipation for what came next; this was the do or die point.
Tony looked at Ziva. Bright green eyes met deep brown ones.
"One," he mouthed silently.
"Two," was her noiseless response. Ziva tightened her grip on both her gun and the doorknob.
"Three."
With that the partners pulled open the door and entered the bedroom. Each positioned them selves to not only ensure themselves safety, but the other as well. After checking the closets and under the bed, they just looked at each other with confused faces. They relaxed their guns.
Tony looked around the bedroom once more.
"Where the hell is he…"
Shots rang out, cutting off his statement. Tony and Ziva immediately riased their guns aiming out into the dining room where de Herodes was standing, greeting them with an eight millimeter.
Five, six, seven, shots fired back from the NCIS agents until Tony felt a sharp pain hit his left shoulder. He was able to fire two more shots before the pain was finally too much and Tony fell to the floor.
He clenched hi teeth and closed his eyes as he waited for the final shots. Two more shots rang echoed throughout the room, neither of which striking him.
He opened his eyes to see the remnants of the gunfight. Broken everything was everywhere and bullet holes graffitied the walls. He stretched his neck in order to see de Herodes lying motionless, outlined in a puddle of blood. Ziva must have got him… wait…
"Ziva!" he sat up fighting against the pain extending from his shoulder, into his back, and down his arm; he saw no one, "Ziva, you okay?"
Silence.
Tony grabbed the end of the bed to pull himself up. Halfway standing he saw a heap of brown curls laying the floor on the other side of the bed.
"ZIVA!" With that, he forgot about his pain. Tony quickly crossed the room to get to his injured partner.
She lay on her side curled up in a fetal position. Her eyes were closed and her arms hung lose in front of her torso. Her gun rested a foot in front of her face and beneath her head was a growing pool of red liquid.
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