Whoa, there's action in this one! Thanks to BrandSpankingNew and to The-Cursed-Daughter, who both submitted this name.
They were locked in.
The entire team was locked in a warehouse. And that warehouse was on fire.
"Not good, not good, not good," McGee muttered as he shifted Ziva's weight on his shoulder. She had been hit by a falling bit of building, and when she'd leaned over to inspect the injury, she'd been hit on the head with another falling timber. McGee had managed to get her slung over his shoulder, and the group had moved on. Tony had already been helping Gibbs, who had been shot in the leg by their suspect, who had then fled, locked them in, and set the building on fire. Now they were standing in a reception area, face-to-face with a gigantic locked door.
"Brilliant observation," Tony snapped, helping Gibbs sit near the wall. "Cleaner air down by the floor, boss."
Gibbs tried to glare at the agent, but the usual power the gaze held was nowhere to be found.
McGee sat Ziva's still-unconscious form beside Gibbs and studied the door. It was definitely locked from the outside, with no way to open it from within.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Tony asked him, trying to be quiet so as not to alarm Gibbs, whose breathing was getting heavier. McGee shook his head, unsure.
"I mean, I can pick locks, Tony, but I have to be able to see them to do it," McGee replied. Tony nodded grimly.
"Can we break it down?"
McGee shook his head. "Not likely." He pointed towards the ceiling, then along the sides of the door. "Reinforced all the way up."
Tony closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Think, DiNozzo," he said aloud.
McGee pulled out his cell phone and tried again to place a call. He almost shouted when he heard the voice on the other end of the line.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"This is Special Agent Timothy McGee, NCIS," he barked into the phone. "My team is stuck in a warehouse near the docks. It's on fire. We've got two down, and we're locked inside."
"Agent McGee, the fire trucks are already on their way to your location. I'll send an ambulance your way as well."
"Make it two," McGee said, surveying Gibbs and Ziva. They'd both need to get to a hospital, though neither would be happy. "And put a BOLO through for me. Andres Marcoles. NCIS has the rest of the information. Last seen leaving this location, destination unknown."
"I'll get that through, Agent McGee," the operator said, and McGee could hear a keyboard clicking. "Would you like to stay on the line?"
"No," McGee decided in an instant. "Have the rescue teams go the loading dock."
He hung up the phone.
"You got through," Tony breathed, looking relieved for the first time since they'd been shot at. "They're coming."
"Yeah," McGee said, focusing his attention on the door. "We need to get out of here, Tony."
"They're coming," Tony said, unfazed. "Can't we just wait?"
McGee stopped what he was doing and stared at Tony. "The building is on fire," he said slowly, pointing to the roaring flames that were making their way towards them. "Gibbs and Ziva are both unconscious."
Tony looked at their teammates. Gibbs had, indeed, slipped into unconsciousness, and Ziva was beginning to breathe in short gasps. She still hadn't come to.
"Right," Tony said. "How do we get out?"
McGee looked at their surroundings. An idea began to form in his head.
"Get that and that," he said to Tony, pointing around the small reception area they were standing in. "And give me your cell phone."
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"…you should have seen it," Tony said excitedly, waving his arms around his head. "It was so cool."
Ziva was lying in the hospital bed, eyes finally open. Gibbs was in the bed across the room, also conscious again.
McGee, however, was tiring of the story. "It wasn't 'so cool,' Tony," he informed the older man. "It was all I could think to do, though. We had to get out of there."
"It was cool," Tony assured the other two. "He blew up the door with a desk lamp, a filing cabinet, and my cell phone."
"You are like that television character," Ziva said to McGee. "The one who escapes from dangerous situations using whatever he can find. In one episode I think he used a sock and a paper clip."
"MacGyver!" Tony's eyes lit up. "Oh, that's too perfect. Why did I not think of that?"
McGee's cell phone, sitting on Ziva's bedside table, began to ring. He could see that it was Abby calling again, but before he could reach for the device, Tony was answering it.
"MacGyver's phone," he said sweetly. "He's not available at the moment. Can I take a message?" Tony's smile faltered and a slightly horrified expression crept across his face as Abby spoke into the other line. "O…kay, I'll let him know," he said finally, flipping the phone shut.
"Not funny," McGee griped, snatching his phone back. "What did she say?"
"She said to let MacGyver know that if he ever wanted to prove his skills at escaping, that she's got a nice pair of handcuffs with his name on them." He shrugged. "I think she knew it was really your phone, though, so I'm not sure how creeped out I should be right now."
"Very," Gibbs advised as McGee turned pink. "Be very, very disturbed."
You guys have really given me some awesome names to work with! I can't promise I'll be able to write all of them, but I'll try my hardest to write at least one from each person who submits. Keep them coming!