Gibbs Nightmare… In Broad Daylight
Author: Starman3569
Disclaimer: 1st NCIS story. I don't own the characters. Don't beat me for being Shakespearean.
Setting: Twilight, new ending.
Kate stood up from the shot that fell victim to her vest. She muttered about wearing the heavy, cumbersome device, and took a moment to smile with Tony and Gibbs. The missile was in the water, the terrorists in the building had been taken down by the crack team.
On another building, Ari waited patiently for the shot that would take the air out of Gibbs. The sniper loaded a single round into the chamber of his .50 caliber weapon. He spied Caitlin, who got lucky to still be alive. And there was DiNozzo, that obnoxious idiot, yet a very good agent. There would be a moment of weakness between the two agents, and at that point, Jethro Gibbs would know pain unlike any his three ex-wives could inflict.
Ari watched for about fifteen seconds, and it happened. DiNozzo, fresh off his brush with the plague, feeling for his co-worker, gave her a hug. "They'll die in each other's arms," Ari thought as he pulled the trigger. The single round penetrated Caitlin's skull, proceeding through and wrecking brain matter before exiting relatively unharmed. The full metal jacketed slug, its energy still mostly intact, hit DiNozzo's Adam's Apple and proceeded through to sever his spine cleanly. Both agents fell to the ground in a heap, still in each other's arms as Ari predicted.
Gibbs screamed and started scanning the other buildings in the area. Ari was already off the roof and headed for a car below. The Senior Agent screamed for assistance, but little came. Gibbs ran to the edge of the building to get McGee to the roof.
When Jethro looked over the precipice, he saw Agent Tim McGee's body next to a shattered flight control system. A terrorist left two knifes in the junior agent, both in his neck. McGee's pool of blood spread a bit more than Kate and Tony's since he had been dead a few minutes longer.
"Ducky," Gibbs yelled into his cell phone, "get your team up here. We have our own to take home."
"Oh, Lord, Jethro, what happened?"
"They got Kate, Tony, and McGee. They're all dead. I have one case, Duck…"
"Jethro, I want that terrorist on my table, and I want him there soon."
"So do I, Dr. Mallard, so do I."
The Major Case truck pulled onto the scene. Ducky and his assistants gathered the dead agents and took them back to NCIS headquarters. Gibbs rode with them in the back of the vehicle. When the van arrived, the Director stood aside and let Gibbs assist with moving the bodies to autopsy. Once it was done and the three agents were exposed on the tables, the Director spoke to his Senior Agent.
"Jethro, you couldn't have stopped this…"
"I could have killed the sonofabitch when I had the chance. I'll get another chance, and when I do, I won't be so charitable, and I don't care what he has to offer the F.B.I. or the C.I.A. He dies the next time he's in my crosshairs."
"I understand…"
"If you'll excuse me, sir, I need to get a team together to take care of this once and for all," Gibbs said as he left autopsy.