No warning. No way to tell when he was going to press that switch. There was no way to know when he was going to press it. No click, no warning sign. Hell, they didn't even know where the bomb was. The bomb squad was still ten minutes away. No way to tell where he had put it. Clueless. Not knowing this could cost the lives of a lot of people. And they didn't know. With tears welding under his eyes, the man with the switch pressed it with regret. The agent standing closest to him was yelling, "get back! Get back!"
His partner began to turn and run. The other agent began to run as well, a good fifty feet behind his partner. Fire began to explode from behind the man with the trigger, the man falling to his knees and sobbing. The fire began to engulf the room, the man who pressed the trigger slowly being consumed by the flames. Little bursts of explosions came, causing pieces of metal to fly all over. A shrapnel cut into the side of the agent. He cried out in pain and stumbled forward. His partner looked back at the other agent, and ran back. More fire filled the room, advancing towards the two men. He pulled his partner up and began to run towards the exit, shrapnel cutting into him as he ran. The door was so close… he through the door, and there was another explosion from behind and McGee dived to the ground, shrapnel flying over his head. The heat wave flew over his head, causing him to feel nauseous. He felt like one of the victims of Pompeii, suffering from hyperthermia. He felt the heat come over him, and everything went black.
"Agent Gibbs get back here!" A member of the bomb squad called after the old NCIS agent. "You can't go in there!" Gibbs ignored him, remembering all of the times that people had told him that he had problems with authority.
"Two of my men are in there and like hell that I'm going in," Gibbs said, motioning for Ziva to follow. She ran after her boss, ignoring the shouts from the rest of the bomb squad as the ran towards the building where the mentally disturbed Petty Officer was holding two of his agents hostage. How the man had assembled the bomb, he had no idea. All he knew that he was poised to kill his two agents. He drew his side-arm and prepared to burst into the building. Then his world crashed down.
An explosion erupted from a second floor window, causing glass and metal to rain down on their heads. People were diving to the ground and bomb squad members were yelling commands at their workers and at Gibbs and Ziva. Smoke poured from the windows and more shrapnel came down from above. Gibbs worst fear erupted in front of his eyes. His gut told him that something was wrong.
"DiNozzo! McGee!" Gibbs yelled, pushing aside FBI and bomb squad personal as he ran inside the burning building. He ignored the shouts of warning from the men being shoved aside. Ziva followed, trying not to think of what had happened. She was ready to cry, ignoring all of the thoughts that Tony and Tim were dead. They weren't, they couldn't be, and she wouldn't take that. They weren't dead, they weren't dead, they weren't dead, they weren't-. Ziva felt like she could throw up.