"Sterili get a team together, we need to retake that morgue. That is the primary entrance, easy to intrude and we need to be able to cut them off. McGee keep working on that video feed, we need to get something down there. And we need to find out how many people we've lost, if there are enough people for a recon team we need it quickly." Gibbs spoke, he was taking charge like he always did. His jaw was clenched, his face chiseled with an odd look. Not his normal don't mess with me but something else, for those that didn't know him they would think it was simply an evil look an angry one but those who knew him could see his jaw quiver and smell the fear and worry just radiating off him.
McGee nodded, but paused placing a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. "Everything is going to work out boss, we'll get the job done. You've trained us well sir." He spoke softly before going to work on the videos.
The room became earthly silent when the door swung open, Tony fell inside it being dragged by M. The dog was snarling and growling as he drug the limp figure inside the room. Tony had had just enough strength to open the door before collapsing. His eyes were closed but he was very much conscious, he was choking on the smoke infested air. He felt hands grip his shoulders and prop him up, he felt the cold wall of the room before he could push his eyes to open.
Staring back at Gibbs and McGee were two very red eyes, they were sullen and weak but that typical Tony lingered there. He smiled lightly then coughed, "It's kinda smokey down there." He spoke barely over a whisper before leaning back against the wall. Gibbs placed a hand on Tony's cheek, and the two locked eyes. Tony just smiled, and that made Gibbs nod slighlty. "How's Kate?" He asked, his voice still barely above a croak.
Gibbs hand fell away and he moved back a bit so Tony could see her unconscious form, "She is unconscious, but it appears like there is no external damage. We'll know more when she wakes up."
"Alright...what do we know?" Gibbs and the remaining agents filled Tony in.
NCISNCIS
Ducky slowly opened his eyes, he felt blood flowing freely down his cheek and wished to reach up and wipe it off. But his hands were still bound, he leaned up using his age old legs for support as he looked about the room. Palmer's cold body was laying near the demolished wall, he was missing an arm and what appeared to be part of his face. Ducky sighed and shook his head slightly, the young man had been one of the better apprentices he had had but he had met a horrible end. And for some reason, Ducky saw just another body on his table rather than Palmer.
He moved weakly, his body lurching slightly as he tried to get to the end of an autopsy table that was only half remaining. He was bound not by handcuffs, but by the plastic cuffs police and NCIS used when more than one perptrator went into custody at once. He lowered himself, almost into a kneel so his wrists would be parallel to the jagged edge and slowly he began to work at the cuffs trying to cut them.
NCISNCIS
Tony gazed over Kate's unconscious body, he was kneeling next to her with one hand on his knee and the other placed gently upon her cheek. There was no doubt that he loved this woman, it was there in his eyes like it had always been. His fingers trailed over her cheek as he stood, tears were welled up in his eyes and he shook his head to rid himself of them. "Alright, Sterili it's time to deploy." He spoke bluntly and was recieved by several nods before they exited the doors. He sighed and leaned against the wall.
"We are going to retake this building Dinozzo," Gibbs spoke standing beside him, those incredilous blue hues resting on the wavering frame of the younger agent.
"It's not the building that I'm worried about..."
"I know Tony, they will both come out of this fine. I promise you..."
"Don't make promises you know you may never be able to keep Gibbs." Tony said, his hands pushing him off the counter as he went to look at the video feed. "Boss...look at this." On the live feed from outside movement could be seen and lots of it, Tony pointed not at what was moving but at what was in their hands. About that time the sounds of machine gun fire could be heard ripping through the building. There was a whizz as a bullet slammed into the door of the ops room.
