Here's the action! Disclaimer and pairings are the same of course. Enjoy!
The basement was dark and musty, obviously not in use. Tony un-holstered his gun but kept it low by his knees. He stalked the long narrow corridor looking for a way up into the warehouse. Finally he came across a door marked "Stairwell". As stealthily as he could Tony opened the door and slipped through it. The stairs were narrow and steep with no handrail.
God, it would be a disaster if I were to trip and fall on these stairs.
He then, of course almost lost his balance. Steadying himself on the wall he climbed the last three steps to the doorway. Tony cracked the door, the stairwell opened up into an alcove.
Perfect cover.
Quietly Tony crept out of the stairwell and into the alcove. He peered around the corner and his heart gave a little flutter when he saw Ziva a mere ten yards a way. Her face was scrunched up in pain. He could see that her shoulder was a bloody mess, her hand pressed firmly to it.
I hope it's not too late.
Tony saw the four men, just as on the video. Three stood around her peering down and speaking in what he assumed to be fast Hebrew.
That's different!
Tony thought seeing that the fourth man was too close, way too close. He was nearly on top of her. A low growl rose in Tony's throat. He was outnumbered to be sure. His only option was to shoot three if not all four of the men. They were close enough to get a good shot. The three had there backs to him and the fourth was bent to low towards Ziva to see him. Tony knew he'd have to shoot in quick succession if he wanted to live. He aimed for the one armed with a hunting rifle first.
"Bam!" He went down.
Nice shot Anthony.
"Bam! Bam!" The second and the third. He could see Ziva looking around in confusion.
"Hands up, federal agent!" Tony shouted and Ziva gave a little gasp.
The man stood and backed up. Tony saw a nine-mil glock in his holster.
"Back away from officer David." Ordered Tony, slowly walking toward Ziva and the man. The man was dark and bearded. Middle Eastern for certain. He chuckled.
"And you must be Anthony DiNozzo. I have heard much about you Anthony." He said in heavily accented English.
"I'm sure you have." Tony responded, trying to keep his cool.
How does this man know my name?
"You seem like the kind of man I would get along with well," began the man, who much to Tony's dismay was grinning. "To bad, it has to end." Tony saw the mans tan arm reach for his gun but Tony was faster, he sent three rounds straight into the man's chest and he crumpled the floor with poignant thud.
"Tony!" Ziva said struggling to sit and look over her wounded shoulder.
"No don't move." Cried Tony as he jogged to Ziva, not even bothering to holster his gun. In three seconds flat He was on his knees beside her. "Are you okay?"
"Depends on your definition of okay. I have been better, but all in all I think I will survive." Ziva managed in a labored voice.
"I know so." Tony reassured. She forced a smile.
"It looks as if you have come to the rescue Tony, your are my knight in shiny armor." She murmured.
"Shiny armor." Tony shook his head in mock disbelief and chuckled.
Soo? How was it.
Don't worry it's not over yet.
They still have to get out!!
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