Part 1

My name is Eleanor Bishop, but people call me Ellie, for short. I am married, to a wonderful man named Jake, and I work at NCIS as a Probationary Special Agent. I used to work for the NSA, although I originally applied to join NCIS before NSA. I really do enjoy NCIS. I think Gibbs, my boss, is tough, but a good man, and I enjoy working with him. I also enjoy working with Tony DiNozzo, and Tim McGee. Everyone is different at NCIS. Like, for instance, our forensic scientist. She's Goth, but can certainly get the job done. Or, our ME, Ducky. He talks to the dead bodies in autopsy, but never fails to please Gibbs. Currently we are working on a case that started out as a fairly normal missing person's case. But then, once we figured out more, we realized that we had a serial killer on the loose. This case has been an interesting one, starting out with Tony coming into work hours late. There were some confusing leads, although we sorted them out, it lead us in many directions, leading us to believe that the spouse was guilty. But, who knows! Our cases seem easy and obvious, but then at the last moment, it all changes!

When I arrived at work on May 16, 2015, I was startled when I found Tony sitting in my desk.

"Oh hey! Glad to see you here today. Boss has been waiting for you."

"Tony! Get out of my chair!"

"Why? You're not gonna sit in it," Tony replied with a devious smile on his face.

Gibbs walked by and slapped him on the head.

"I was just getting up Boss," Tony lies.

"Tony, you know how we determined the gang?"

"Uh, yeah Boss I remember, Abby did."

"Go!" Gibbs says as he tosses Tony the keys. "All of you!"

I scurry to follow Gibbs and Tony. McGee trailed behind me. When we arrived at the suspect's house so we could talk to him again, there were no cars near. We get out, Gibbs and I cover the front, while Tony and McGee stay back. As I was just about to open the door, shots were fired out of the house. Gibbs yelled for everyone to get back. I tried to yell back, but they didn't hear.

"Bishop, get over here!"

I responded, but I was too quiet.

"Bishop," Gibbs called again.

This time, I could not get the words out of my mouth. Instead, I tried to motion to my left leg.

"She's been shot boss!"

"I see that Tim! You stay here with Tony. I'll be back!"

Gibbs drew his gun and quickly walked over to me.

"Tony, why is Gibbs holding her shoulder?" Tim called.

There was a long pause, then Tony said, "She's been shot twice…"

Gibbs motions for Tony to come over and help. When he gets here, they get me back behind the car and call for backup and medics. While Tony and McGee continue firing into the house from a distance, there are still bullets flying at them. After a couple dozen bullets are fired each way, I hear it all stop.

When I finally awoke, Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and Jake were there, awaiting my words.

"Where am I?" I said while looking around the room confused.

"Bethesda," Gibbs replied. "You were shot twice at Brown's house."

"But-"

"You lost a lot of blood," Gibbs continues. "You've been asleep for 2 days."

"I can't believe that I was shot by Brown and didn't even get him!"

"Uh, Bishop," Tony says.

"What?"

"Well, I mean, you were shot. What were you supposed to do? He must've known we were coming."

"Yeah well, I should've known he was going to shoot!"

"Honey, how were you supposed to?" Jake says to me, attempting to make me feel better. It wasn't helping.

"I was the first to recognize Parsa as a threat. I should've seen this one!"

"Calm down Bishop! Gibbs says forcefully. "Just calm down and get some rest."

"How am I supposed to do that Gibbs!? We have a serial-"

Just then I see a blurry figure run in and faintly hear him to tell everyone to leave. I was moving, and everything started to go black.

When I awoke once more, I saw only doctors, and a big mask on my face.

"Great," I thought. "I couldn't breathe. I lost consciousness."

"Ah, good! You're up!" The first doctor says.

I must have had a puzzled look on my face because he says, "Oh, sorry! You can call me Shane. I'm one of your doctors. When your coworkers were here, you must've gotten a little stressed. Do you remember that?"

"No. Where am I?"

"Bethesda. As I was saying," he continues, "You lost consciousness and your heart rate started to drop rapidly. We have to take x rays to make sure that your lungs and organs are all still ok."

"Ok. What about my leg and shoulder," I asked as I looked down to my bandaged left leg.

"You lost most of the blood from your shoulder. Luckily Agent Gibbs could stop most of it from both places. The bullet was lodged into your shoulder and was difficult to get out. The one in your leg was much easier to remove."

"So that's why I was so woozy," I thought. "Also why I hurt so bad." I cringed at the thought of them surgically removing two bullets from me.

"There are plenty of people here to see you. Are you up for that?"

"Yeah."

"Hold on one second," the doctor said as he walked out of the room.

"God, Bishop! You really scared us!" Tim said. "I'm glad to see that you're alright!"

"So Brown," DiNozzo said. "He died from cancer. None of us hit him. He probably would've died anyway."

"Then why did he shoot at us," I asked Tony.

"Maybe he wanted to go out in style, you know? Get killed by a bullet rather than cancer!" Tony chuckled, then quickly continued. "This reminds me of this movie where the guy goes on a suicide rampage-"

"Tony," Gibbs sharply says as he slaps him on the back of the head. "Bishop," he leaned over to me. "You are not going to die, okay? You got that?"

I nodded slightly. Gibbs approved. "How long am I going to be in here," I asked Gibbs. I wanted to get back in the field but I knew it wouldn't happen.

"I don't know! Do I look like a doctor!?" Gibbs replied with a smile.

"Um, actually," said Shane as he butted his head into the room, "sorry, I overheard your recent question. Probably not long, a week or so I'd say. We really just need to make sure that she's ok. Like, that she can sit/stand up, eat, you know the normal things."

"What about walking," Tony asked jokingly.

I gave him an annoyed look. Gibbs gave him a forceful stare.

"Uh, yeah." Shane said. "You won't be walking," he told me. "At least, not for a while."

"When can I get back in the field?" I wondered out loud.

"Oh, not for an even longer while," Shane replied.

After one week, to the day, I was getting restless, and wanted to know when I could leave. I had been fine up to this point; I could eat anything, Shane said my vitals were all good, and I just didn't know when I was going to leave!

"Ehem, Shane," I said.

"Yes Ellie," he replied.

"I was wondering, you know, when I am going to be released. I mean, it's been a week and everything is okay."

"Well, yes, but we can't release you yet. You haven't been able to get out of bed. Or, even sit up on your own."

"Well yeah! My leg and shoulder were shot! I can't really help push myself out of bed!" I said with a half chuckle. I looked down at my leg. It was still wrapped up in bandages, and I wasn't allowed to move it much. My shoulder, well, aside from being bandaged as well, and in a sling, I couldn't move it at all.

"Just give it a few days. The day'll be here before you know it!"

"Can I just try to sit, without the bed holding me up?"

"Oohkay," Shane replied reluctantly.

I used my good arm to help move my help away from the bed and to help stabilize myself. When I could sit up without throwing my body forward courtesy of my arm I said, "Can I stand, on my good leg? Pleeeease?"

"Well, I guess. You used your good arm, so, let's give it a try!"

I slowly scooted off the bed and lowered my right leg so I could stand, and I pushed myself off with my good, right arm. "At least I can still write," I thought to myself. To my surprise, I was able to stand, for more than a second. Shane seemed surprised too, that he didn't even have to hold on to me.

"Well, I guess I can make some phone call, sign some papers, and, shoot, you'll be out today!"

I silently cheered in my head. What a relief!