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"Lucky little…" Franks muttered, as he let out the breath he was holding. She wasn't dead yet, so he set to work as quickly as his own wound would allow.
Mike pulled off his jacket and ripped the sleeve off; wrapping it tightly around Jenny's shoulder, hoping it would stem the bleeding. Tearing off the other sleeve, he wrapped it around his own arm where the bullet had torn through his skin, pulling it tight with his teeth. He tore what was left of his jacket in two and pressed the material to the bullet wound in her stomach. Blood seeped through his fingers and he had to fight hard with his despair. She would be ok, if he could just keep some blood in her body. He pushed harder on her stomach with one hand and picked up her cell phone with the other.
Who should he call? No one was supposed to know they were out here. He wasn't looking forward to telling Jethro the love of his life was dying in front of him. After Jethro lost Shannon and Kelly, he became destructive. He had been driven by the need for revenge on the one who ripped his family from him. Losing them for a second time after his coma two years ago was almost too much. Mike knew firsthand what the loss of a child could do and he'd barely known his son before he died. Jenny's death might just be Jethro's undoing. He couldn't let that happen.
He punched in 911 instead and instructed the emergency services to send them an ambulance, knowing that it would take too long for them to get to her. He had seen too many people die, that was why he'd retired in the first place.
Just then he heard another car pull up. He knew he was out of ammo, but he was glad to see she wasn't. He picked up Jenny's gun and trained it on the door, waiting for the second wave of thugs to burst through. He smiled grimly. This time he wouldn't even give them a chance to look around. He heard voices as they crept up to the diner, and he shifted closer to Jenny's side. He'd let her down once, he wouldn't do it again.
The door to the diner was pushed open and a man stepped in swinging his gun to the right side of the diner. That act alone is what saved his life. If he'd looked to the left first, Franks would have put a bullet in his head before realising who it was. The man's partner rushed in after him, swinging her gun to the left. He was thankful to see Antony DiNozzo and Ziva David in the diner. He sighed and spoke up, hoping he wouldn't shock them in to killing him.
"It's about time!" Mike watched as they swung around to him before realising who he was. "We need to get moving. Now, before she bleeds to death."
They moved swiftly to his side and gasped when they saw their Director lying in a pool of blood.
"Jenny…" Ziva rushed forward and checked for her pulse, closing her eyes thankfully when she found one. "What happened?!"
"Get her into a car; we need to get her to a hospital. I'll call 911 and tell them we'll meet up with the ambulance I requested on the road." Franks ordered, ignoring her question. Tony lifted Jenny, while Ziva opened the doors. Franks phoned 911 and ran to the car, getting in the driver's seat before the young agents could argue. "Someone keep pressure on that wound!"
He watched as Ziva got in the back with Jenny and Tony got in the passenger seat. Not even waiting for them to buckle in, he brought the car to life and drove away from the diner and towards the rendezvous point with the ambulance. Before Ziva or Tony could ask what was going on, Jenny's cell began to vibrate and Franks picked it up off the dash board and tossed it to Tony.
"It's Gibbs." Tony looked at Franks, fear clear in his eyes and Mike spared him a glance as the kid reluctantly flipped the phone open. He held it to his ear and swallowed, unable to speak for a few moments.
"Boss? Boss… the Directors been shot. We're taking her to the Hospital… Yeah." He watched him flip the phone closed and look at Ziva. "He hung up."
Franks snorted. "Of course he hung up. He's probably already in his car and setting off! Wouldn't you if it was… that's the ambulance." He pulled up alongside it and the paramedics ran up to the car. "She's in the back."
He watched as Ziva held Jenny's wound and the paramedics pulled her out of the car. He got out too and decided to go to the hospital in the ambulance with her. He needed to see Jethro about this Svetlana, and he knew he'd go to Jenny. Plus he was bleeding, after all. He might blame himself but he wasn't suicidal. His vision was getting a bit wonky anyway. He probably would've sent the car into a ditch if he'd been driving much longer. The shock that had prevented his body from feeling the wound had worn off and he was in a lot of pain now. He'd almost stopped moving his arm because it hurt too much.
"I'm going with her." the two nodded to him and moved to get back in their car. "You two need to sort out the scene."
"We'll see you at the hospital."
He settled himself in the back of the ambulance and watched as one paramedic closed the doors and then ran to the driver's seat and the other saw to Jenny's wounds. The ambulance set off towards the hospital and Mike sat back waiting to arrive. By the time they got there, the paramedics had told him to prepare himself for the worst. She was weak and had lost a lot of blood. Her heart had given out twice and they had only just gotten her back the last time. At the end of one of the longest journeys of his life, Mike lost consciousness.
The next chapter will be from Gibbs' point of view. :)
