Rules
By: Trivette Lover Heather
My First NCIS fic.
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As Gibbs pointed his weapon in between his opponent's eyes, it was like time stopped and no one was left on earth except for those two men in that small room.
"There are certain rules for police officer's aren't there?" He stuttered a bit. "I'm unarmed, you can't just shoot me."
Gibbs grinned and slowly holstered his weapon. "McGee, Ziva, out."
"Boss?" McGee exclaimed as he wondered whether to follow suit and holster his weapon as well.
"Don't make me ask twice." He eyed his agents quickly. "Out now!"
The two agents did as they were told, and slowly backed out of the room.
"You won't kill me—you can't." He started to back up towards the wall.
"Now who said, I was going to kill you? I just wanted to talk."
"The hell you do…you cops don't stop when one of your cops is killed…"
Gibbs closed in on him slowly. "Well, as far as rules go, you broke a big one."
He put his hands up as his back finally reached the cold wall behind him and a wry smile fell across his face. "And loved doing it."
Gibbs eyes burned with anger as he gripped his hand around the man's throat and pressed him harder into the wall. "Just like I'm going to enjoy every minute of this."
He listened as the man struggled for each breath. And watched as his eyes began to roll into the back of his head, just as Ziva and McGee reentered the room.
"Boss we can't let you…" McGee jogged over to Gibbs as he lowered the body to the ground, his hand still over the mans throat.
Gibbs stepped back as the three stood in silence for a moment. "You didn't…"
He ran his hand through his hair and started out towards the door, Ziva and McGee watching him closely. Just then, the man moved slightly and reached for his weapon…within an instant, Gibbs turned and fired, the rest of his team followed.
The three of them stood again in silence as they watched the body go limp. McGee made his way over to Ziva's side and wrapped his arm around her waist. "It's over."
Gibbs nodded in agreement with his agents words and holstered his weapon. He headed towards the entrance where his old friend stood waiting.
"It's over Ducky."
The ME nodded and motioned for his friend to follow. "Come Jethro."
Gibbs followed slowly and knelt down next to the still body, he placed a hand on his forehead. "It's over Dinozzo." He spoke softly and with all the tears he's ever shed fighting their way through, he covered his senior agent, and listened to the sound of the zipper as the bag closed…it indeed was over.