"Devon Lippy? NCIS, open the door!" Tony pounded on the front door again, before turning to his boss with a shrug. "No answer Gibbs. They must not be home."

"Really, DiNozzo? I didn't notice," he sarcastically replied, before joining Tony and McGee on the porch steps. After receiving confirmation from Ziva that the back was guarded by herself, Gibbs looked at his senior agent and gestured towards the door. "Mind if I try?"

Both amused and worried for his health, Tony nodded and stepped back. "Of course, boss."

Gibbs suddenly kicked hard, smiling satisfactorily when the door cracked loudly and banged against the wall. A shout from somewhere in the house, which sounded like a curse, echoed. Gibbs smirked at the two, off guard agents behind him. "I think someone's home, DiNozzo."

"Uh, yeah boss."

Weapons drawn and badges out, the trio entered the house carefully. Gibbs heard a crash from his side, so he motioned for Tony and McGee to round the house from the opposite side. "Devon Lippy? NCIS! Come out slowly, with your hands in the air!"

On the opposite side of the house, Tony glared at McGee, who clumsily stumbled over several bags of groceries. Raising eyebrows at one another, Tony covered his partner as he checked the bags for a name. "Tony," he hissed, "It matches the store from where G.S. Jamison was at."

"I sorta figured, McObvious!" Tony also hissed back, before motioning for the probie to be quiet as Gibbs' shouting resounded off the walls.

"Devon, throw down your weapon, and put your hands up in the air!"

Tony and McGee glanced at one another quickly, before bounding towards the sound of Gibbs' voice. They entered the room carefully, maneuvering around a desk and couch to find their boss, gun drawn and carefully trained on their criminal, on the bottom of the stairs. Standing in the doorway from which they entered was a young man, back to them with his lanky arms trembling at his sides, a gun in one hand.

"Devon," Gibbs' tone dropped in volume, but did not soften. "Drop the weapon, now."

Turning around slowly, which caused McGee and Tony to quickly aim theirs guns as well, Devon faced the firing squad. "I didn't mean to kill him," he murmured, voice devoid of emotion. "I didn't know it was Mr. Jamison until we were in the alley. I just wanted his money...all I wanted was his money..." his dark eyes flickered, before he quickly drew his gun and fired once, body jerking as bullets tore through. He fell to the ground, dead.

Breathing heavily, the two younger agents shared a mixed emotion expression, before quickly and carefully removing the gun from the body and checking to make sure he was indeed dead. Ziva burst into the room, gun clasped in both of her hands.

"Is everyone okay?" she demanded, holstering her gun when she saw everything was under control. Stepping forward, she shook her head at the sight. "So young..." she murmured.

Gibbs sat himself on the last step, expressionless. "Yeah," he sighed, remembering another young child he had lost, years ago. "Yeah, he was."


TBC...

I know a kid named Devon Lippy...

I hate his guts, however, I didn't realize I had actually used his name in this story till now...

Oops.

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