Tony's POV:
"Let's go!"
Music to my ears. I grabbed my gun and hopped into the front seat of Gibbs' sleek black Lexus. For the past month we had working on nothing but the Belling's case. Travis Belling's wife, Chief Petty Officer Haylee Belling, disappeared one night, leaving a terrifying message on his cell phone of her shrieking to help her, suddenly cut off. We had finally tracked down where the call had been made, found who owned the car that kidnapped her, and found out where the car holding the petty officer was going. According to McGee, it was due to hit the Metro Station in twenty minutes.
At the metro, we jumped out of the car, hiding any hints on us that we were federal agents. We didn't want to frighten the kidnapper into hurting anyone. We split up. "Romano's details?" I asked into the Bluetooth.
A familiar voice answered my open question. "Tall, Italian, chestnut hair, and a tattoo on his arm that says Tutto รจ permesso in guerra ed in amore, or 'All's fair in war and love.'"
"Ten-four, McGeek."
He groaned into the speaker. I smiled.
"Ziva?" I asked the Bluetooth.
"Yes?" her voice came through.
"I think I got him. Train platform 25."
I heard her relay the info to Gibbs.
We speed walked to the platform, guns in hand. Romano held onto a woman that looked like she had been crying, and, by looking closely, I could see the black piece of metal he held to her back. Gibbs motioned for me to go behind him. I went up ahead, to cut him off. Gibbs would come in on Romano's left, McGee on Romano's right, and Ziva from behind We all began closing in, when suddenly Romano drew out the gun, and fired three shots into the air. Suddenly, it seemed like the entire platform had frozen. "Put down the weapons or I'll shoot her." he said casually. I had to admire his coolness, considering the position he was in. He forced the gun deeper into Haylee's back, causing her to cry out in pain. "You know I can't do that, Romano.' Gibbs said calmly, not lowering his gun. I looked at Ziva, who was behind him, and silently tiptoeing towards him.
The rest happened in a fraction of a second. Romano yanked his gun out from behind Haylee and fired three shots at Ziva's chest. I saw the bullets, one by one, enter her torso and leave a bloody mark. In that moment, every thought, every idea, every last bit of rationing and mind I had evaporated. I only knew one thing:
I was going to kill him.
Rage pulsed through my veins like some kind of angry drug, affecting even my own physical reflexes. In a fraction of a second, I had pulled my gun and had fired five shots at Romano, a fire blazing in my eyes and in my heart. But more bullets came from Gibbs and McGee's guns. He released Haylee, dropped to his knees, and then folded over. It would be the last time he hurt anyone.
I turned to where Ziva lay, behind him. When I saw her, my rage transformed to fear. My boiling blood turned colder than ice. I ran to her and knelt by her side. My shaking hands picked up her head and torso. Blood dripped down from her wounds onto my hands. She gasped for air, her chest heaving. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to keep from blacking out. "Boss!" I shouted across the platform. Gibbs sprinted over to me. He knelt beside me. "MCGEE!" Call an ambulance!" he shouted at McGee. McGee fumbled for a cell phone in his pocket. "Ziva? Can you hear me? Ziva?" I asked, unable to keep the panic out of my voice.