Chapter One
The case had started simple enough, two dead marines, both shot. Three bullets two in the heart one in the head. Execution style, they had managed to track down the killer and he was sitting in interrogation. He had ties to a terrorist cell working out of DC to try to take down the Navy from the inside out; they were now working on tracking down all the members of the terror cell who had joined the Navy. It was made difficult by the fact most of the terrorists had converted to terrorism after being Navy for several years. They could cover their backs.
The sun had long since set when they finally got a lead, Gibbs had vanished from the bullpen leaving Tony, Tim and Ziva to work. Gibbs stormed back in to the bullpen from the back elevator, indicating he had most likely been down with Abby or Ducky or both. He yelled at his team to gear up and they did instantly grabbing their weapons and bags and running behind him to the elevator. The trip to the car park was silent, albeit filled with tension. It was a Saturday night and this case had gone on for far too long. The only thing Gibbs said regarding their trip was an address and that it was the place their murderer had visited over ten times in a week. Relatively simple, except it was an old warehouse, always suspicious.
Gibbs leapt in to his car and Tony climbed in to the passenger seat next to him. Ziva and Tim got in to the back of the car. They exchanged slightly nervous glances before turning their faces forwards as Gibbs peeled out of the parking lot. The team began to get ready for whatever was about to happen. McGee supplied them with earwigs so they could keep in contact easily. They pulled on Kevlar vest in the car and made sure their weapons were loaded and secure. They were silent as they quickly prepared themselves for whatever may happen.
Tim and Ziva could feel Gibbs frustration with this case. It was radiating off him. It didn't take long for the tension to build up to the point that Tony started cracking jokes. The case had affected Gibbs, it was a major problem and Ziva knew that the director had been adding to his pressure to get it resolved quickly. He was a marine, in and out and a case like this was bound to pull his strings. Tony's musings where not helping as Gibbs swerved the car around a corner so violently it tipped on to two wheels. The three passengers quickly steadied themselves as the car slowly righted itself and straightened up to continue its journey.
Lucky for Tony, who was practically sat on death row, they had reached the place Gibbs had been neurotically driving too. Gibbs climbed out of the car and pulled out his gun. The rest of the team followed his lead and walked behind their boss to the wall of the warehouse, keeping their back's securely against the cold brickwork. Gibbs and Tim were at one side of a door and Ziva and Tim were at the other side. Ziva and Gibbs flanked the door, he gave the order for Tim and Tony to go around the building, there was always a back door. They did so, quickly heading right and along the wall leaving Ziva and Gibbs at the door. Ziva heard Tony's voice in her ear telling her that he had found the door.
Gibbs gave her the signal and she moved back slightly pointing her gun at the edge of the door. Gibbs readied himself before kicking the door in. She heard the sounds of Tony doing similar elsewhere. She took a step forwards and pointed her gun in to the room scanning it quickly. She took inventory, seven men, all armed and all aiming her way. One, two three bullets flew towards her and she immediately retaliated hitting two and narrowly missing a third. She took cover outside the building again and glanced towards Gibbs telling him how many men there was.
They both stepped forwards in to the doorway and fired.
Around the back of the building, Tony and Tim had kicked their way in to an empty room. They quickly made their way across it to a second door; Tony readied himself to kick it in, Tim by his side. A few seconds later and the door had flown open Tony had heard the gunshots earlier and was prepared to shoot immediately. A man just inside the door raised a gun to him but Tony had already shot him down. He walked further in to the room and shot several times before a shower of bullets were sent back at him. He took cover behind some type of old machinery. He saw Tim out of the corner of his eye near the doorway; he was sporadically firing at the men and taking cover.
Tony took in a deep breath and dove out of his hiding spot, pointing his gun towards the nearest man and firing, he hit the floor and Tony shot again taking down two more. He quietly talked in to his microphone, asking McGee is he could make out how many men there are in the room. The response wasn't appreciated, 'More than twenty… Plus about six or so that are dead.' Tony groaned and tried his microphone again trying to contact Gibbs and Ziva. He didn't receive an answer and assumed they were too busy to have a chat to him. Tony crept along the edge of the machinery and took cover at the other end.
He had a much better shot from here and managed to take out at least another five men before any managed to return fire on him. He told McGee he had taken some down and had a similar reply from McGee. Between them they were quickly making light work of this terror cell.
"Hey and they haven't even tried to blow us up yet, some terror cell." Tony mocked, taking another three shots before hiding back behind his now favourite type of machine. Even though he still couldn't tell what it actually was. He heard noise coming from the far side of the room and panicked, maybe they did have a bomb? He poked his out and realised that half of the terrorist had turned their backs and were raining bullets on the other side of the room. Gibbs and Ziva. Tony took another few shots. Within a few minutes the team had successfully managed to clear out the room and had split up once more to scour the rest of the warehouse.
"I hope that McGee can find some damn list on one of those laptops, if we don't have a list of members then Gibbs is probably going to go around and shoot the entire Navy himself."
"That would be defeating the purpose of saving the Navy Tony, by shooting it." Ziva replied as she glanced in one of the dozens of rooms leading off from the large central one that the team had regrouped in. Gibbs and Tim had gone off elsewhere to check the building out. They walked in to one of the rooms and scanned it quickly. It was empty, but the two walked in and looked around thoroughly. When Ziva shouted Tony's name he assumed she had found something uninteresting. When he glanced over her shoulder he did in fact see nothing. He glanced at her and she smiled at him, he followed his glance with a cock of his head and raised eyebrows. She sighed and pulled him back.
She pulled out her knife and inserted it into the gap between two of the floorboards as she wriggled it up and down and square of the floor jiggled with her actions. She wedged it up enough to get her fingers under the gap and she pulled it open fully. A trapdoor. She turned and glanced at Tony he nodded in approval. She saw him lift his sleeve up to talk to Gibbs and fill him in, when he looked down he noticed that Ziva had submerged herself half way in to the trapdoor and a few seconds later she had disappeared. Tony quickly followed dropping himself in to the small hole and vanishing after Ziva.
Ziva pulled out her torch and flicked it on it she already had her gun out and pointed around the room, or rather tunnel. When she noticed Tony was going to follow her she moved a few feet in to the tunnel. She turned around and nodded down the tunnel he flicked his own torch on and nodded. The two began to walk cautiously down the tunnel glancing around at everywhere they went. They were unaware but Gibbs had been regularly yelling in to his microphone for the past two minutes trying to get them out of the tunnel, they were either out of range, or the tunnel was masking their signal. Either way, they did hear and feel the ricochet from the explosion from behind them.