Chapter 10: Standoff
Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him. - Fyodor Dostoevsky
As they reached the alley, they've found Prentiss bleeding from a knife wound on her shoulder, the blade still stuck to it. She was leaning against the wall protected by a garbage bin. Standing guard over her were Reid and JJ, both with their weapons pointed to a white man with blond hair, almost white, who was holding the bleeding NCIS agent by her long brown hair. She had a gash on her forehead, the blood freely flowing from where he struck her face against the wall. She was a little out of it, but she was slowly getting her bearings.
Both Tony and McGee had their weapons pointed to the stranger, but they couldn't take a shot as the man had a knife to Ziva's throat and was holding her body in front of his, effectively blocking any shot they might take.
"Step back or I'll kill the witch!"
"She's not a witch, Billy. She's a Federal Agent." Gibbs said, stepping closer to the other agents.
"You lie! I've seen their power. I've felt it when we've met. She bewitched me. Just like the others. I know now. The book is right. We can't let them live. All of them must die!"
"Don't do it, Billy." Hotch shouted, his grip firm on his gun pointed to the young man. "Killing innocent women is not going to bring your uncle back!"
"They are not innocent! It's all there in the Mallus Malleficarum. I've read it. I took me a while and a lot of research but I finally understand it. Krammer was right all along. They are witches. They seduce the devil and then use their wiles on people like me! They've tried to destroy me with their smiles and eyes. They are pure evil."
"They are not evil, Billy." Gibbs said, noticing Morgan silently approaching Billy from behind. "They've had no intention of bewitching you. They are innocent."
"THEY ARE NOT INNOCENT! THEY ALL SHOULD DIIIIIEEE!"
Just as Billy raised his hand to finish Ziva off, Morgan tackled him from behind. There was a scuffle, the knife flying to one side as Billy and Morgan struggled. Ziva crawled away from the fight, drawing her own weapon and pointing at the fighting duo.
Morgan gave him a kick in the stomach, throwing him away a few feet but he landed right beside the knife. Billy grabbed it and stood, running towards the black profiler with an animalistic scream that filled the alley.
Several shots were heard, ripping the white man apart. He froze for a second, touching with surprise the bullets holes in his chest, before falling forward, losing consciousness before he even touched the ground.