Ziva was lying on the pier, lifeless, with Gibbs attempting CPR, And Tim was on the phone with an emergency operator. "For the last time, SHE IS NOT BREATHING! THAT HAS NOT CHANGED! THERE IS NO PULSE, AND THERE…there… there is no sign of life." McGee sobbed out the last 6 words. "We are on Pier 1. Just get here fast. She's a federal agent." As soon as he hung up the phone, McGee asked Gibbs what he could do. "Try to clear her airway." Gibbs growled. "She can't breathe if there is water in it." McGee immediately dropped to his knees to do as he was told. 'All of this and we don't even know if she will ever wake up.' McGee thought, but then immediately shook his head to clear all of the negative thoughts out of his mind. As he stopped shaking his head, he heard the first faint sounds of a siren. 'They're here!" He shouted to Gibbs. "I'll lead them to us." As he took off running.
As McGee was running towards the ambulance, he looked over his shoulder to assure himself that Gibbs was staying with Ziva, but trees blocked his view from them. As he was turning his head back around, there was a white hot flash of pain in his chest, and then black.
As the EMT driving the ambulance went around a curve, they saw a person who was obviously soaking wet running towards them, then they heard a gun shot and saw the man collapse. The ambulance drew to a screeching halt next to McGee, and the EMT's climbing out. "Gunshot wound to the chest, non-responsive, BP dropping, losing blood fast." One of three said to the others. "It may have hit an artery or nicked the heart." Do you think this is the drowning victim?" The youngest of them asked, as they loaded McGee onto the gurney. "No I think this is the guy that called it in, which means we have another vic. Keep driving towards the pier, and call another ambulance with O- blood and life-support(LS) equipment." And as the driver rounded the corner, she said "Better make that 2 sets of LS." She made this assumption based on when she saw Gibbs doing CPR on Ziva, not slowing down as they pulled up. "Sir, get out of the way." One attendant said to Gibbs as they approached with the spare gurney. Another one asked him if he had any companions with him. "There was another fed, but he was running towards you. Where is he?" Gibbs said with obvious annoyance. "One of his partners is not breathing, and he is not even here for her." "Sir, I am afraid he was shot as he was coming towards us." the attendant replied. "WHAT?! Where is he? Where did he get hit?" Gibbs yelled at the attendant "In the chest, and he is unconscious, so it will not do any good to yell at him. We have to go now. " the attendant replied, anxious to get the two critically wounded agents to George Washington University Hospitial. "I'm coming with you." Gibbs said, and climbed in, leaving no room to argue.
On the way to the hospital, Gibbs got out his cell, and dialed a number that was all too familiar to him now. "It's Tony DiNozzo here. Actually I'm not here right now so leave a message and I will try to get back to you A.S.A.P. BEEP." Gibbs shut his phone, stressed out about the two wounded agents, but almost more worried about Tony than Ziva or McGee. Then he reopened his phone and called the director. "Jenny." "What is it Jethro? Don't tell me you solved the case already. It's only been 45 minutes since you got the call." Gibbs looked at the clock on his phone. Jenny was right, it had only been 45 minutes since he left the bullpen on what seemed like a normal Monday morning. "There was a bomb, Jen. Ziva went into the water, but Tim rescued her. She.." Gibbs looked questionably at the attendant trying to get her to breathe. "She's not breathing, Tony is missing, and McGee got shot." "Where are they taking them, Jethro?" the Director replied, sounding worried. "G.W. University" Gibbs replied, and he shut the phone before he could hear her reply "Be there in 10."