"You don't get do you!?" Danny screamed waving the gun, "He's not going to stop until he get what he wants, or I'm dead!"
"Danny, put the gun down," Gibbs calmly told him. Tony and Ziva standing off the side with their guns reluctantly pointed at the hysterical teen. They both like the kid and didn't think he would willing shoot anyone of them, but rules were rules. They had to watch their boss's back just in case.
"I-I c-can't,"Danny sobbed,"I can't live like this anymore, sir," He gulped bringing the gun closer to his head.
"Hey. Hey! Listen to me, Danny! Just listen for a second, ok?" Gibbs stepped closer to the distressed teen trying to get him to focus on him. Danny sniffed, but didn't move the gun any higher. "Kid, you don't want to do this. I know what you're going through. I've been there believe me. I have. But this isn't the answer. This won't make it right. If you think this is what they would want you to do. To fix this. You're wrong." Gibbs watch the trembling hands lift and lower the gun inch by inch away from and towards his jaw. He hated seeing the kid that pulled through so much reduced to this.
"Guess we'll find out," Danny said pulling the trigger. A shot ran out among the screams of denial.