1-1 The Crime Scene

Frochen

"NCIS, stay where you are" they shouted.

It was time to run. I had no idea which NCIS team it was. If it was Ziva's team, great but I didn't want strangers to arrest me. I used the shadows to hide myself as I slowly escaped.

"Gibbs, I can track her" I heard Ziva say.

It was Ziva's team. I could afford to reveal myself but I didn't want to gunned down as soon as I got there. I scaled to the top of a building using my ninja training. I stood up and threw one of my throwing knives at the space beside Ziva and quickly ducked back behind cover. I was not so lucky. Instead of ducking behind cover I fell to the ground, howling in pain after Tony shot me. I tried to get to my medical bag but I couldn't.

"Ziva, the knife" I called out, hoping she would check it.

"Frochen, god no" she exclaimed as she noticed the engraving.

She scaled the building and held me.

"How bad is it?" Ziva asked me.

"Ziva, I'm fine" I lied.

I could see Ziva wasn't buying it.

"Alright, it's quite bad but the orange vial in my bag" I admitted.

She rummaged through my bag and found it. I grimaced at the taste as she lifted the vial to my lips but I drank some of it. I tried to get up but Ziva caught me as I fell back down.

"I might need some help getting off of here" I reluctantly admitted.

She took a hold of my waist and slowly but surely we made our way down the building.