Without Backup
Summary: Ziva chases an armed subject after being ordered to wait for backup, Gibbs is not happy about it.
Warning: Contains the disciplinary spanking of an adult. If that bothers you, then do not read it. Hit that little BACK button.
Warning: Contains a few bad words.
Attention: This story is set early in season three.
Tony, Ziva, and Tim were busily typing at their computers trying to come up with a lead on the current case they were working on. A shipment of Naval issued weapons were stolen from a Naval base, and they had no leads. It had been two days since the theft, and Gibbs was getting impatient.
"Got something, Boss." Tim said, as he starting writing quickly on a piece of paper. "Lieutenant Christopher Colby's bank account just gained seventy thousand dollars about an hour ago."
"He's been on leave for the past three days." Tony said.
"Address." Gibbs barked.
"Right here." McGee held up the piece of paper he had been writing on.
"Grab your gear." Gibbs said, heading for the elevator. The other three quickly followed.
The ride to Colby's house took an hour, it was a small one story house with houses close by on each side.
Gibbs and Tony went to the front porch, while Tim and Ziva went around back. Gibbs nodded at Tony, and the younger man opened the door. Then both men burst into the room with their guns drawn. They heard the back door open and knew that Tim and Ziva were also in the house.
A quick search of the house revealed no one home, and no weapons were there either.
"McGee." Gibbs said, "Check that thing." He nodded towards a computer.
Tim sat at the desk and started typing, while the others looked throughout the house for clues.
"Hey Boss." McGee said. "Either this guy is cocky, or just not computer savvy. He doesn't have any password protection."
"Anything useful?" Gibbs asked.
"A list of all the weapons that were stolen, along with a list of buyers. The biggest shipment was sold to a group of home grown terrorists called The Freedom Militia, that's were the seventy thousand dollars came from. He's giving them the guns in forty five minutes at the docks by the waterfront."
"Let's roll."
They made it to the docks and fanned out. Gibbs was the first to spot the bad guys and called the others over through the earwigs. The four squatted behind crates and watched as crates of weapons were loaded onto a boat.
"That's Colby." Tony nodded towards one of the men. He was talking to another man while three more men loaded the boat.
Gibbs and his team fanned out once again and got in position, one on each side of the group of men. They got as close as they could, using crates and boats as cover. Gibbs gave the signal and all four stood up with their guns aimed at the five men.
"NCIS!" Tony shouted. "Freeze!"
The startled men all went for their guns and started shooting, but the gun fight only lasted a few moments. Gibbs and his team had the advantage of good cover, while the bad guys were out in the open. They quickly dropped their guns and raised their hands in surrender.
As Gibbs and his team approached, Colby grabbed one of the other men and threw him forward. Then he took off running. Ziva immediately gave chase.
"Watch them." Gibbs ordered Tony and Tim, then he too gave chase. There were too many crates and other debris on the docks for either to get a clear shot.
Ziva closed the distance between herself and Colby, then the man turned and aimed a gun at her. Ziva dove behind a crate as he fired, then Colby continued running. And Ziva continued the chase, with Gibbs gaining on them.
Colby ducked between two sheds and they lost him. Gibbs motioned for Ziva to go one why and he went the other.
After a moment, Ziva spotted the man, and he spotted her. Colby fired at her and she dove behind another crate and returned fire.
"Ziva?" Gibbs' voice asked through the earwig.
"I am fine." She replied, as she continued to return fire. "North side, by storage shed five."
"On my way." Gibbs replied.
"So are McGee and me." Tony's voice came through the earwigs. "Dock security has the others in custody."
A bullet hit the barrel of Ziva's gun and she dropped it with a yell, it skidded under the crate and she knew she could not get it without using a forklift to move the heavy crate. She saw Colby run into the building.
"Ziva?" three voices asked.
"I lost my weapon." She replied, "Colby is inside storage shed five."
"Hold position." Gibbs ordered.
"He may try to get out through the back." Ziva argued, as she ran towards the building.
"Hold position, Officer David!" Gibbs barked. "That is an order!"
Ziva stopped for a moment, then continued towards the building. She did not need backup, she could handle herself. She slowly entered the building and scanned the room, but did not see Colby.
She slowly made her way further into the building, then she saw a slight movement to her left. Ziva spun around just as Colby raised his gun. She dove forward and tackled the man, knocking them both to the floor.
Ziva easily gained the upper hand, and had the man on his stomach with his hands cuffed behind his back. Then she heard a noise behind her, and then felt a sharp pain explode in the back of her head. Then all she saw was darkness.
Gibbs, Tony, and McGee burst into the building with their guns drawn. They saw Ziva laying unconscious on the floor, and a man standing over her aiming a gun at her. Colby was standing beside the man, his hands still cuffed behind his back.
"NCIS!" Tony shouted. "Drop your weapon!"
The man had three guns pointed at him, so he slowly lowered his gun. Tony and McGee quickly took control of the two men, while Gibbs knelt beside Ziva.
"She okay, Boss?" Tony asked, worry evident in his voice.
"She's fine." Gibbs said, as she started waking up. Then his voice turned hard, "For now."
"W..what happened?" Ziva asked, as Gibbs gently helped her to her feet.
"You disobeyed a direct order and got yourself knocked unconscious." Gibbs growled.
"There was another suspect in here." Ziva said.
"No kidding." Gibbs said, his voice still hard. He put his face within an inch of Ziva's. "This discussion is far from over Officer David." Then he turned and walked off.
Ziva watched him go and became very nervous. She had seen Gibbs pissed before, but not at her. She hated to admit it, but the man was very intimidating. She knew he was angry that she had let Colby and his accomplice get the upper hand, and that they had almost escaped.
Ziva sat on an autopsy table while Ducky examined the cut on the side of her head, and while he lectured her.
"Going into a building with an armed assailant is very foolhardy." The ME chastised her. "You could have been killed."
"I was doing my job, Ducky." Ziva said with a sigh.
She was really becoming annoyed that people kept telling her how dumb her actions were. Tony and McGee had both told her that she should had waited on backup and that that was what teammates were for. And Gibbs had not spoken a single word to her since right after she had woken up. And now Ducky was lecturing her as if she was a child.
"Since when is disobeying a direct order doing your job, Officer David?" Gibbs asked, as he entered autopsy. He still looked very upset.
"I did not want him to get away." She said, her annoyance evident in her voice.
Gibbs stood directly in front of her and leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of her. His face was an inch in front of hers and his voice was hard. "You were ordered to hold position."
Then he straightened up and turned to the ME. "How is she, Duck?"
"She will be fine. But I do not want her alone tonight, she has a slight concussion."
"She'll stay with me."
"I do not need a babysitter." Ziva hissed, as she jumped off of the table.
"It wasn't a suggestion." Gibbs said, glaring at her. "We still have to have a little talk."
"But…." Ziva started, but Gibbs was already walking out of the room. "We leave in thirty." He said, without looking back.
Ziva stormed into the ladies room and turned on the faucet at the sink, rinsing her face with the cool water. She wasn't sure if she should be angry or scared. She knew that Gibbs was angry, and that he insisted on her staying the night with him. She was worried about being alone with the man.
The door opened and Tony walked in.
"This is the ladies room." Ziva said, not in the mood for him.
"If you can go into the men's room, I can go into the ladies room." Tony said.
"Go away, Tony."
"You really pissed off Gibbs this time." Tony said, ignoring her order. "I thought I was the only one who could do that."
"What do you want?" She asked warily.
"I was just checking on you." His voice held concern. "You had us worried there for a moment."
"I am fine."
"And in trouble."
"Gibbs will get over it." She hoped she sounded more confident about that fact then she felt.
"Yeah, he will." Tony agreed. "After he whips your ass."
"What?" Ziva asked, in shock. "He will not….."
"Yes he will." Tony replied.
Ziva glared at him. She knew that Gibbs had spanked him a few times, and even spanked McGee a couple times. But surly he would not try to spank her.
"It's how the Boss man deals with agents who screw up, and you screwed up."
"I am not an NCIS agent." Ziva said, starting to worry that Tony was correct and that Gibbs did indeed plan on spanking her. "I am Mossad."
"You are under Gibbs' command."
"He will not spank me." She said, with confidence. "I will not permit it."
"Look Ziva." Tony said, his voice once again holding concern. "It'll hurt like hell, it always does. But when it's over, it's over. No official reprimands, no black marks on your record."
"I am not a child."
Before Tony could respond, the door opened and McGee stuck his head in. His eyes were firmly clamped shut.
"Ziva?" He asked.
"I am here McGee."
"Gibbs said to tell you it's time to go, he'll meet you by the elevator." Then he quickly left.
"Make the right choice, Ziva." Tony said, as she was leaving the bathroom.
Ziva walked to the elevator with her head held high, after grabbing her go bag from her desk. She nodded her greeting to Gibbs, then walked into the elevator. She hoped she seemed confident and un-worried about what would happen. But her stomach had started getting butterflies.
They made it to the parking garage and Ziva headed towards her car, but a strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"We take my car."
"I can drive." Ziva said through clenched teeth.
"Not with a concussion."
Ziva sighed and followed him to his car, sliding into the passenger seat. Gibbs got in and started the car, then they began the quiet ride to Gibbs' house.
Hope you like it, should have the rest up tomorrow or maybe later today. Let me know what you think.
