Ziva David
"What were you thinking? Damn, you almost got yourself killed!"
Ziva couldn't recall the last time she'd seen Gibbs so furious. That was probably because all of them were trained agents, while Mr. Jane was nothing more than a consultant – and one hired by another bureau too. Interagency cooperation ending up in tragedy wouldn't have made a good impression at all.
To his credit, Patrick Jane seemed mortified enough. Well, not exactly mortified, but rather… shaken. Getting so close to death was never a pleasant experience, but it seemed that he might have some special reasons for staying alive other than his own sake.
This actually confirmed her theory that there was indeed someone he deeply cared about. Probably a woman, unless she was very much mistaken.
She shot a brief glance at the suspect now lying on the ground with a bullet hole to his head. Mr. Jane was lucky that she'd always been a fine sharpshooter, otherwise he would be the one sprawled on the concrete right now.
When his grateful glance met her own she nodded in silent acknowledgement. After all, that was simply what she'd been trained for all her life.
(And if she'd also done a good turn to another woman by sending back her beloved safe and sound, that was in itself the best reward she could ask for.)