Kate POV

I had my hands clasped in my lap, trying to banish away all the fear that bubbled up inside of me. I could handle this, I thought to myself, I had so many agents there to make sure that nothing would go wrong. It would help if I knew the plan, I thought silently.

The van passed by the hotel and my breath caught in my throat; and suddenly I was transported back to a few short weeks ago.

I remembered the pain, the adrenaline rush, the sharp sounds of bullets hitting metal and concrete. I remembered the blood, god there was so much blood, I had seemed to be drowning in it.

My fists unconsciously clenched and unclenched in my lap, my knuckles white and my lips pressed together to hold back the scream.

The van silently drove away from the hotel and into their underground parking lot.

I looked behind me and saw DiNozzo and McGee sitting on the benches, their faces grim as they looked down, mentally preparing themselves for what's to come.

We stopped at the booth and Gibbs rolled down the window.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yeah, here for an appointment," was his short answer.

"I'm sorry but all parking spaces are closed now, so if you'll just-

Gibbs pulled out his badge and practically shoved it in the guys face and whispered, his voice low, "If you're smart, you'll start evacuating the hotel, quickly, before you hear the gun shots."

"Excuse me?"

He nodded in the direction of the hotel, "You should go to, unless you want to die tonight."

The teenage boy at the booth quickly opened up the gate and promptly ran out of his booth.

I looked at Gibbs, who gave me a small smirk and pulled into the deathly silent parking garage.

The only light came from the moon, making silver slits of light come through the small cracks in the ceiling, casting eerie shadows all around the parking garage.

I kept my eyes glued to the windshield, searching for any sign of the men that had taken us. Suddenly, a car at the end of the garage, hidden in the shadows, flashed its lights.

"Showtime," I heard Tony murmur from behind me as him and McGee got into the positions.

I looked behind us to see that they were hidden behind the body bags underneath the benches.

I looked at Gibbs and he nodded, turning off the ignition and putting the keys in his pocket. He quickly got out of the car, his face unreadable, and came over to my side, opening the door for me.

I jumped out and landed gracefully; our eyes caught each other for a second and I saw the pain in those eyes and the memories of what had happened in this very hotel flash through his mind. I nodded, understanding his pain, and gave him a half smile.

He nodded back and turned towards the car that was still flashing its lights.

I walked beside him, matching his stride exactly.

My mind was creating scenarios of what could happen next, making my head spin and my heart beat even faster. I was sure that he heard it, because he gave my hand a light squeeze then quickly dropped it.

We stood in front of the car, shoulder to shoulder.

I kept my face blank as I tried to see through the tinted windows.

Slowly, the car door opened and a man in a black suit came out, his sunglasses hiding his eyes and a hat hiding his hair.

"Agent Gibbs! I was beginning to think that you weren't going to show!" He laughed, and I realized that this was a different man entirely from the man we had met a few weeks ago.

"I am a man of my word."

The man in the sun glasses nodded and walked to the other side of the car, opening the door and pulling out Hutcherson.

"Well, looks like you kept up your part of the bargain, so there is really no use in me keeping your boy, is there?"

Gibbs shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips, "No, no there isn't."

The captor nodded, and pushed Hutcherson out into the light.

His face was slightly swollen and he sported a black eye and several gashes across his cheeks. His arms were bound behind him and his lip was cut, the blood already dried.

"Sorry he's not in such good condition, it's his own fault really; he kept resisting."

I felt my own anger rising and wanted to jump on the man, but knew that I had to keep myself in check.

"He always had a habit of doing that," Gibbs replied lazily.

The man laughed again, "Well, bring Caitlin into the light, I want to see how she looks."

I looked at Gibbs and walked into the small sliver of moonlight, my face as hard as stone, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Ah," he sighed, "Beautiful."

"Why don't you come into the light as well and take off those sunglasses so I can see who I'm giving myself up to?" I ventured.

There was a pause, "Why not? We will be spending a lot of time together anyways."

He stepped into the light and took his sunglasses off.

I felt my breath catch in my throat; the mans eyes were a dark violet, almost black, but with sparks of deep purple.

He grinned, "Surprised?"

I shrugged, "Not many people have purple eyes."

He nodded, "Well, we don't have much time for idle chat, let's go Caitlin."

He reached for my hand and reflexively, drew my arm back and tried to punch him in the ribs when he caught my fist in midair, twisting it behind my back.

"I have gunmen posted around the parking lot, Caitlin, one more move and they will both die."

I instantly went limp and let him lead me towards the car.

Suddenly, I heard the crack of a gun shot and turned just in time to see the man duck. The bullet drilled itself into the concrete wall where the man's head once was.

He looked up into my eyes, and laughter bubbled up through his mouth, his laugh chilling me to the spine. He laughed like a maniac, shaking and rumbling with a type of madness no sane man would ever know.

"That, Agent Gibbs," he whispered, his laughter dying instantly, "Was a mistake."

As soon as those words left his mouth, my blood went cold.

"Drop, Kate!" Gibbs yelled and I automatically obeyed, flattening myself against the concrete floor.

Gun shots sounded right over my head, one so close that I felt it singe my hair.

I looked up to see Gibbs dropping onto one knee behind a pillar and returning fire.

"DiNozzo, McGee! Let's go! Call in Danforth's team and tell him to get his men on it!" Gibbs yelled, and looked at me, our eyes locking for a second.

I quickly rolled towards him, making myself a tight ball and praying that a stray bullet didn't hit me.

As soon as I was close enough to him, he tossed me my gun and I gladly caught it.

I looked into the darkness and saw an unmistakable shadow cross over, and what looked like a gun being raised.

I didn't hesitate and put two round in his chest, making him drop like a stone.

Suddenly, the mans voice filled the once peaceful parking garage.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, there is only one person I want and that is Caitlin Todd. I consider the blood being spilled from both my men and yours to be a genuine waste of talent. Give me Special Agent Todd, and you will all walk out of here alive."

The firing stopped for all of two seconds.

"You're going to have to kill us first!" I heard Tony yell a few meters behind us.

I heard a sigh, "Very well, then none of us leaves tonight. We fight to the death."

Suddenly, metal gates slid down over the windows and the entrances, each of them landing with a thud, cutting off all light.

I heard shouts of shock and then the firing began a new.

I took out my flashlight and shinned it in the corner where the car was.

Sure enough, there were three men bent on their knees behind it, shooting wildly.

"Gibbs I'm going to get to the car," I told him over the spray of bullets.

"No, Kate you're staying right here!" He told me, his teeth clenched.

I shook my head, "I can handle it."

Before he could answer me, I slipped down onto my hands and knees and crawled silently over to the car, my heart thumping in my throat as I crawled beneath the spray of bullets, hoping that one didn't hit my head.

I reached the cool frame of the car and clicked the flashlight back on, cupping my hand over the beam to dim it, I continued to crawl towards the men from behind, my gun raised.

I didn't hesitate as I took careful aim and fired one round straight into the first man's skull.

They stopped for a moment and I flattened myself back onto the cold floor, waiting to hear what they had to say.

"They have snipers?" One of them asked softly, and my breath caught, these were only teenagers, we were shooting at kids!

Pull it together, Todd, I told myself, and began to think of a way to restrain them without getting hurt. God, I couldn't kill another one of them, I thought to myself, a sick feeling bubbling up in my stomach.

"Probably, God, Ronnie's dead. Maybe we shouldn't have come here, Andy."

The other one shook his head, "No, this is going to pay for our Ma's rent, we have to do the job."

I shook my head, not only were they kids, but they were just trying to help out their parents.

I slid out a pair of hand cuffs and grabbed the closest one to me and swiftly cuffed him to the metal rod sticking out from the pillar.

Before he could make a sound, I took his friend and quickly knocked him unconscious, taking their guns.

I looked back at the kid I had cuffed to the rod and whispered, "There are a lot more ways to help out your parents, but this isn't one of them."

He just glared back at me, his mouth open in shock.

I quickly scanned the area for more gen men when I felt something hit me on the back of the head; hard.