Hopefully now this should be readable. I am truly sorry I have no idea why this keeps happening.
Anyway, here is the second chapter of this fiction, as i have decided to un-oneshot it. I hope you like it. Don't forget that reviews make me happy :)
When McGee arrived at Tony's apartment, the paramedics were already there, thank God. He arrived just in time to see the ambulance ride away, his friend, his brother, inside, fighting for his life.
He went upstairs to Tony's apartment. The door was open, it had obviously been forced by the paramedics so that they could attend to Tony. Which made sense, after all. Tim took a little time to assess the apartment. Almost all the windows were shattered, there was glass everywhere. On the opposite wall there were bullet holes. From the pattern of the holes McGee could say it was probably a semi-automatic weapon that shot Tony.
This is where he must have been standing. he thought, looking at a small puddle of blood on the floor. But the puddle smeared as if he had crawled behind the stereo system. McGee stared in horror at the alarming amount of blood he saw behind the stereo. He wondered how Tony was even alive after such a massive blood loss. His gaze turned a little to the left and he noticed a smashed fishbowl. There was water everywhere but the fish was nowhere to be seen.
Tim smiled a little 'Never took you for the fish-pet kind of guy, Tony. That would have been some serious teasing material'. He chuckled silently at the imaginary response Tony would have given him if he had voiced this remark to his coworker. McGee's face turned dead serious when he realised he might get the chance to talk to Tony, ever again.
That's when he noticed Tony's cell phone in the larger puddle of blood.
He picked it up and checked the last call.
Ziva - 00:00:32
He scratched his neck and walked out of the door, careful not to disturb anything.
This was a crime scene now.
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Dear Gibbs,
I am on the run. Do not try to find me, do not contact me.
I need to disappear for a while and I cannot run away from whomever is trying to kill us if I am too busy trying to run away from you. It is safer this way.
Take care of all of them and especially look after Tony. I know he has been injured but my heart tells me he is stronger than this. You must prevent him from looking for me, by any means necessary, for his own good.
Be safe, and do not worry about me.
All the best,
Z.
She carefully folded the letter, gave it to the old lady and disappeared into the night.
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Same day - two hours after the shoot out - IRAN
Parsons and Gibbs were about to return to the Jeep after questionning the marine, when another marine approached them.
"Which one of you is Agent Gibbs?"
Parsons and Gibbs exchanged a surprised look.
"I am." he said.
"There is a call for you, from DC."
"Who is it from?" Parsons asked intreagued. Maybe Vance had finally gathered more intel on the case.
"A...Special Agent...McGee, is it?"
Gibbs's eyes grew wide in concern. He simply nodded and followed the Marine.
"McGee." He stated as his agent's face appeared on the small screen.
"Boss, I'm sorry, I would have called you earlier but I couldn't get a hold of you, you're basically in the middle of nowhere and the GPS signal is really bad and..."
"You're rambling McGee..." Gibbs cut him.
Only then did he realise the younger agent looked troubled. Bags under his eyes, and a fear in his green pupils he had never seen before.
"What's going on, McGee?" he asked.
"It's Tony, Boss. He's been shot."
His words fell like an anvil. Shot. DiNozzo, why is it always you?
The silence lasted a few more seconds until Gibbs barked:
"When?"
"Just a couple of hours ago boss. He was alone, appearently he was talking to Ziva when it happened because she was the one who called me, crying, asking me to call an ambulance, that Tony had been shot. I tried to call her back after I called for help, I did, Gibbs, but she turned off her cell and I can't seem to locate it. Last known location was in Tel Aviv but..."
"It's ok Tim, you did good. How severely was DiNozzo injured?" he inquired.
"Took one in the left upper quadrant. He's been in surgery ever since he's entered the hospital as far as I can tell, but nobody gave me an update yet. Gibbs what if Ziva's..."
"Don't worry about Ziva" he interrupted again "I'll try to get a hold on her and otherwise she is more than capable to handle herself. You find Abby and be safe. Someone is after the team. Stay with Tony and guard his room. If someone tries to shoot you...Shoot them first. They are your responsibility, McGee, got that?"
"But I'm not an agent anymore I haven't been reinstated and..."
"Agent McGee, this is me reinstating you. Call Vance or whomever you want to make it official, I want you back on duty starting now. Do I make myself clear agent McGee?"
"Yes Boss." Tim gulped audibly. "What about you?"
"I'll try to find David and get her ass back in the States where she's safe before she gets herself killed. I'll be back as soon as I can, hopefully with her."
"Ok Boss. You can trust me, I'll take good care of them."
The conversation ended.
Nobody messes with Gibbs's team.
