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Almost as soon as the second half of the MCRT had arrived at the crime scene, in their own cars of course, they were confronted with a gun wheedling, deranged student with his arm around a younger girl's neck.

"Get out the cars! Now!" The young man in his early twenties shouted, aiming the gun at them. Both Tony and Ziva stepped out of their cars, hands raised above their heads. "Now." He faltered, he was new to this, he was unsure, scared even, both agents summarised. "Un-holster your weapons and kick them to me." Now was not a good time to be without a weapon or backup, but what choice did they have? Both agents said a silent prayer for Gibbs to walk around the corner soon, un-holstered their respective weapons and kicked them towards the student, who loosened his grip on the girl slightly.

"What's your name?" Tony tried to keep his tone steady and maintain eye contact, but with one eye on Ziva and the other on the hostage, it was proving difficult.

"James. Petty Officer James McMannon."

"Okay James, can I call you James?" James nodded. "Good. My name's Tony, and that's my partner Ziva. We're NCIS special agents. Do you know why we're here?"

"Kinsley was shot." Tony nodded slowly.

"Do you know anything about that?"

"I didn't kill her!" James shouted and much to Tony's alarm, Ziva jumped.

"Okay, who did James? Do you know?" He shook his head. "Why don't you let her go and give me the gun James? If you didn't kill Petty Officer Kinsley then you have no need for that gun do you?"

"Her name's Jenny." He said motioning towards the young girl now sobbing under his grip. "She's Kinsley's sister."

"Are you okay Jenny?" Tony asked quietly, becoming increasingly aware that Ziva still hadn't spoke. Jenny nodded gently. "Okay. James, give me the gun."

"Are you gonna shoot me?"

"You have my weapon James."

"So you're just gonna arrest me?"

"I have to James; you've taken a hostage and are threatening federal agents with a semi-automatic weapon."

"I can't go to jail." James muttered becoming progressively more manic.

"Give me the gun James." Tony was trying very hard to keep a steady tone.

"I can't go to jail." He kept muttering, so busy with it in fact that only Tony noticed Ziva edging towards him. He sent her a silent plead to stay where she was, she didn't get it. "Did I say you could move?"

"I was just checking that Jenny was okay."

"You could do that from over there. Go back over there." James screamed.

"I would rather you let Jenny go and give my partner the gun."

"No, it's mine. You can't have it." James cocked the gun menacingly but Ziva stood her ground, ignoring the barrage of silent pleads coming from Tony. "I. Said. Go. Back. Over. There."

"I cannot do that James." From there it all happened too fast. James discharged the gun, the bullet hit Ziva, Ziva hit the ground. Gibbs flew round the corner like a bat out of hell and double tapped James in the chest, thankfully avoiding Jenny, who ran from the falling man and into the arms of Tony. McGee followed shortly after and was paced, rather forcefully, the crying girl as Tony collapsed at his partner's side.

"Don't die Ziva." Tony chanted as blood pulsed from the gaping wound in her chest and pooled beneath her tiny frame. "Don't die."