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Chapter 10: Get Up

2:39pm

NCIS Headquarters, Damaged Director's Office

The younger man gulped nervously. He couldn't even breath, as the muzzle of the gun dug into his ribcage, which had taken several blows courtesy of the lead sniper. He finally workd up his nerve to answer the older agent.

"Ivan, sir. Ivan Ishutin." The NCIS agent glared down at him, shoving the gun further against his body.

"No, who are you? A corrupt cop? Dirty FBI? CIA spook? Spetsnaz?" Ivan frowned at the CIA guess and had to supress a laugh when the agent said Spetsnaz. He gulped, still fearing for his life.

"None of the above, Agent..."

"Gibbs" The older man answered gruffly. Ivan nodded.

"Agent Gibbs, could you please remove your gun from my chest? I am in quite a bit of pain." he asked hopefully. After a moments consideration, Gibbs nodded. Ivan was about to speek when Ziva's cry interupted him.

"Tim!" Gibbs' and Ivan's heads snapped up, looking at her. She had rushed to Tim's limp body as soon as the last enemy was supressed. Now, she looked up, tears and blood streaking her face.

"Gibbs, he's not breathing!" Gibbs' heart sank. Ivan rushed over.

"Don't you touch him!" Ziva snapped, rapidly drawing her gun and aiming it. Ivan was getting a little annoyed at people shoving guns at him. Gibbs thought carefully for a moment. Ivan and his friends had helped them, likely saving all their lives at the last moment.

"He's ok Ziver. He is on our side." Ziva, although not convinced, let Ivan see the fallen agent. Ivan quickly felt for a pulse. There was none.

"Get an EMT here, NOW!" he said. Gibbs had already done so. Jenkins looked at Ivan.

"Ivan, I'm gonna take my men and secure the perimeter.. You and yours stay up here." Gibbs was quick to protest.

"Not until I get some answers!" Gibbs demanded. Jenkins sighed.

"Do you want to be attacked again? Ivan will tell you what you need to know!" He and his underlings walked out of the room without further words, stepping over dead bodies as they went. GIbbs sighed. At that moment, DiNozzo staggered up to him, favoring his left leg.

"Boss, what...oh my goodness McGee!" he paled, and collapsed by the man's side.

"Oh man Probie, you didn't deserve this! Stay with us buddy!" he went to reach for a pulse, but Ziva stopped him, motioning up. EMTs were walking in the door. Tony and Ziva got up and stood aside, joining Abby.

Then, they cried for their friend.

2:44pm

FBI Headquarters, Enterance 2

Fornell and a dozen SWAT officers waited outside one of the enterances. From inside, fierce firefighting continued as FBI security put up a good fight. Finally, Fornell gave the signle.

"Go! Go! Go!"

By the time the SWAT team reached the top floor, FBI forces were nearly crushed. The heavy guns of the SWAT teams made quick work of the enemy, who did not expect an attack from behind. But the damage had been done. An injured tech staggered up to Agent Fornell.

"Agent...Fornell...They erased...Every drive...burned...evidence...flatlined the agency!" He collapsed to the ground as Fornell yelled for an EMT, a sinking feeling rapidly developing in the pit of his stomach.

2:47pm

NCIS Headquarters, Outside the Building

As soon as the EMT's loaded the unmoving Tim onto a gurney, they rushed him out. Gibbs hugged Ziva tightly as they struggled to get through the realization that Tim might not be saved. After a few moments, Ivan hesitantly spoke.

"Agent Gibbs? Could we take a walk?" Gibbs nodded, and the two men walked toward the park nearby. When they arrived, they sat on a bench. Ivan began to talk.

"Tell me Agent Gibbs, have ever heard of the Five Families of New York City?" Gibbs nodded.

"Italian Mafia groups, Godfather, been around DiNozzo long enough!" he said, a smile cracking on his face. Then, he sobered, remembering how shaken the senior agent was when he saw Tim.

"Those mafias are strictly Italian! You, Ishutin, are Russian!" Ivan nodded.

"One of the families began to stretch the rules. The boss, Colonini, thought that the Russians would make the family stronger. But we didn't like what he was doing. Colonini is a monster." Gibbs recalled something he heard in the news recently.

"I heard in the news a few weeks ago that one of the families split..." Ivan nodded.

"16 of us split off. We had had enough. Colonini wasn't too happy. We were a "threat" to his operation. He has people hunting us.

Our new "faction" has three teams, led by people who used to be capos, mob Luetenints." Gibbs nodded.

"You are one of them?" Ivan cracked a smile.

"Yep. Me, Jenkins, and an older man named Brassy. Brassy stayed in New York to protect our new boss. There are 14 of us now." Gibbs was confused.

"But you said..."

"16, I know. Colonini found them." Gibbs knew what they meant. He turned to face the younger man.

"Why did you help us?"

"Boss found out about the planned attack two days ago. Out little group decieded to help, kind of to give back to the community. None of us thought we would come back." Ivan looked down.

"Got alove interest in NYC or something?" Gibbs joked. Ivan looked up.

"Yeah. A young barista. I met her before the split. I love her, Agent Gibbs. I worry about her every minute." Gibbs nodded. He relaxed a little more.

"I understand. I was married to this one woman..."

3:10pm

FBI Headquarters

At about 1510 hours, Fornell recieved a call from one of his friends in the CIA.

"Fornell? Need you here stat. We got a problem!" He hung up. Fornell, confused, hopped in an agency car and drove for Langley, leaving behind the carnage of the FBI headquarter building.

3:29pm

Bethedsha Hospital

At about 1530 hours, Ziva, Tony, Abby, and Ducky arrived at Bethedsha. They sat worriedly in the waiting room, Abby and Ziva in tears, Tony a shell of his usual self, and Ducky lost in his thoughts. Jenkins, the mafia luetenint, had come along with them, as one of his men was also in the hospital. He sat away from the others, worried that Ziva would lash out at im as she had at Ivan.

Finally, Gibbs walked into the waiting room, Ivan Ishutin tailing along. Everyone in the room seemed to cheer up at their arrival, but they offered only subdued greetings.

"Hey boss"

"Hello Gibbs"

"Bossman"

"Jethro"

Gibbs just nodded and sat. Ducky answered the unasked question.

"No word on Timothy. Palmer is in the ER with a broken leg, recieved saving me. I do believe I owe him a thank you." Gibbs just nodded. Ivan sat down with Jenkins.

"Anything on Clancy?"

"Nope." Was the reply. Silence descended on the waiting room.

4:00pm

Langley, Virginia

When Tobias pulled up at Langley, he was greeted by a barricade of suited men with guns aimed. He had 'five seconds to explain himself'. Luckily, his friend showed up and saved him. Fornell turned to him.

"So, what's this about?" The other man looked grim. He looked up.

"The attackers, although held off at the first floor stairwell, were able to sabatoge out computer network. The implications will be massive. Our entire intel network may be comprimised."

4:30pm

Pennsylvania

At location 7, in Pennsylvania, the leader of the terrorists and his second hand man waited for the living operatives to meet there. He had plans to make.