Okay, first chapter, very short, I know. But I didn't have a better breaking point than this. I have a lot written down that I need to type up, so if I don't get a whole bunch of chapters up right away don't be mad at me, okay? I type slow...
I own nothing.
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BLAM, BLAM.
Special Agent DiNozzo ducked behind the SUV, squinting to see from where the shooter was firing. "Where is that bastard?" he whispered anxiously, his eyes scanning the surrounding buildings.
Officer Ziva David nudged him with her elbow. "Brown brick building," she hissed, "top floor, third window from the left."
Tony sat down and made sure he still had enough ammo in his weapon. "How d'you know?" he asked.
"Because," Ziva replied through gritted teeth, "he has good aim." she removed her hand from her side, where Tony could now see a great deal of blood soaking through her jacket.
Tony glanced at the wound, wide-eyed, then looked around nervously. "Dammit! Why didn't you say anything, Ziva?"
She grimaced. "Would it really have done any good, DiNozzo? Besides–"
Another bullet buried itself into the back tire of the vehicle, and they moved around the other side of the car, and farther out of the shooter's range.
"As long as I keep pressure on the wound, I'll be fine." she continued.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "It's pretty bad isn't it?"
Ziva narrowed her eyes at him. "Tony, do you recall any instance when getting shot isn't bad?"
"Actually–"
"Shut up and figure something out!"
Tony nodded, "Okay..." he surveyed their surroundings. "I think I have a clear shot if I can crawl up near the front of the car without being spotted."
She nodded. "So do it!"
"Right."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "Do it, I've got your back." she held her gun at the ready.
Tony paused in thought, then nodded. "Okay." he scrambled forward.
BLAM. Another shot sounded, closer than the others had been.
DiNozzo waited a moment, then peered through the SUV window; the original shooter had fallen.
"Ziva! DiNozzo!" called a man's voice. "Get your asses out here!"
Tony jumped to his feet. "Hey boss."
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs holstered his weapon and raised an eyebrow at the younger agent. "What the hell happened," he asked, "that you two couldn't take down one sniper?"
Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Gibbs's question was answered as Ziva stumbled around the side of the vehicle.
She grimaced, "Sorry Gibbs," she said shakily, and collapsed.
Tony and Gibbs caught her in mid-air.
"Whoa there." muttered Tony as Gibbs took her full weight.
Gibbs looked at his blood-soaked hand and shook his head. "Dammit, DiNozzo! Call the goddamn ambulance!"
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