Takes place around series seven time. All will be explained in later chapters, I promise. I own nothing. All reviews welcome, good or bad.
Tony and McGee were crouched behind the half shot to pieces wall. Somewhere, God only knew where, Ziva and Gibbs were in this building. Tony checked his gun. Three bullets left. He looked at McGee. McGee was sitting with his back against the wall, eyes closed, catching his breath. His forehead was bleeding, and one arm of his jacket was split open and there was blood there too. McGeek did not look good. Tony was under no illusions that he looked any better. Tony peeked over the top of the wall then slid down it so he was sitting next to McGee.
"Hey McGeek, you okay?" he whispered. No answer. Tony was worried. Where the hell were Gibbs and Ziva? "McGee?" he asked again. "Now's not the time. How many bullets have you got left?"
"Two," came the reply, barely audible, after a pause.
"So we have a grand total of five." Tony fell silent. He risked another glance at McGee. There was no way he'd be able to shoot straight. Which meant it was up to him, Tony, Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
Carefully, he took McGee's gun from him and took the last two bullets from it and put them into his gun. He had five bullets. Which meant he could kill five people. From the other side of the wall, he heard footsteps. Careful, quiet footsteps. Tony prayed it was Gibbs or Ziva. He risked a peek. Definitely not Gibbs or Ziva, unless either of them had grown a black beard since the last time he'd seen them. Highly unlikely. He turned to McGee. McGee opened his eyes, having heard the footsteps. Their eyes met. For once Tony was deadly serious, although he now he considered it, maybe that wasn't the best way to think of it. McGee gave a small nodd, and Tony gave him one back. He handed the empty gun back to McGee. Taking a deep breath, he gripped his gun.
"Freeze!" Tony said, crouching behind the wall, aiming the gun at the man. The man stopped, but he didn't look worried. In fact, he was smiling. It was the same kind of smile as Tony remembered Ari wearing, Ari who'd killed Kate. The thought gave him strength.
"Who are you?" the man asked with a thick Middle Easten accent.
"I'm very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo of the Naval Criminal Investigation Service."
"Prepare to die Agent DiNozzo," the man said. That was when Tony realised he'd made a fatal error in waiting so long. Gibbs would slap the back of his head for this. That was also when Tony realised that a machine gun and four assault rifles were trained on him. Six shooter. Five bullets. Tony took a deep breath. Then the firing started.
