The next morning Gibbs made them all omelets, thick ham slices, and hash. They were all relaxing into the couch watching cartoons while Gibbs worked smoothly around the kitchen. They sat in their usual spots. Gibbs brought and passed out their food. They all dug in groaning at the delicious taste.

"You're a really good cook Gibbs." Jimmy said.

"Has been since I met him" Tony said. They all smiled.

"What cartoons are on?" Gibbs asked as they ate their food hardily.

They didn't have time to respond when Gibbs suddenly stood, making everyone else stand because of the focused look on his face. It's the same look he gets during shootouts. He flipped couch and pushed everyone under it as bullets start firing. He was over Brenna who was huddled next to Jimmy and Abby. Tony covered Gibbs while Ellie and McGee huddled over Ducky and Abby. They stayed close while the bullets flied rapidly. The couch started disintegrating. They stayed huddled as they moved to the other couch that was further away, turning it to cover them.

Gibbs, Tony, McGee and Ellie shared a look. They whispered so the others wouldn't hear over the fire and covered ears.

Get them out of here" Gibbs said.

"We aren't leaving you, boss." Tony said.

"No way, not gonna happen." Ellie said.

"You need to get them to safety. I'll be right out just get them to safety. Look, Bish will help me you get them out of here." He said. They reluctantly nodded and walked out guns drawn.

They ran out the back and went around the block to the FBI watch car. Meanwhile, Gibbs moves to the kitchen with Ellie following. They were crouched down as they moved fast but carefully.

"What do you need me to do?" she knew it was better than asking what his plan was; they didn't have time to waist.

"Get me several bottles of beer." She nodded and brought back six. "Okay, now get me a few rags."

He sat down with his back to the cupboards. They sat back and she covered him as he laid his gun down by his leg. He grabbed chlorine and doused the rags in it. She saw what he was doing and helped dunk the rags into the chlorine. He drank some of the beer and put the rag in it. Ellie did the same as him until they filled each one.

"They will come in to check if I'm dead. When the shooting stops wait until you hear them enter and light it. Then throw it and run out. It will explode in seconds." Gibbs told her and she nodded.

"You're good at this."

"I had to do this to defend ourselves, quite a bit in the Marines." She nodded.

They stayed quiet as they waited. The gunfire started five minutes later, a total of 8 minutes of automatic fire. The door handle turned soundlessly, lighting the makeshift bombs. They entered slowly and silently, they rolled the bottles almost inaudibly. They went of seconds later as they were running around the building. They went to the surveillance van hidden in the woods and got in. they took off for the FBI base.

"Everyone okay?" he asked getting nods. Every FBI agent was present and uninjured.

"Are you okay?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm fine, not hit." He reassured.

"Good." They paused for a second.

"What the HELL happened?" Gibbs asked yelling.

"They snuck up on our radar, couldn't get through to our agents in time." Tobias said very pissed off.

"Dammit, that was to close Tobias." Gibbs said calmed slightly.

"I know Jethro, I know" he said.

They all sat down and started as Gibbs slammed his fist into the side of the van.

"Sorry, you're already unsettled." he said.

"It's okay your protective." Ducky said.

"We've known you long enough, you need some semblance of control in situations like these." Tony said and everyone nodded.

They tried to relax as they drove to the FBI Base. Brenna was shaking at a horrible rate as Jimmy held her. Abby was shaking to but not as bad, being held by a calm McGee. Ducky was shaken but his time as a M.E. in wars had prepared him, never wanted to go through it at home. Gibbs sat next to Ellie, Tony next to McGee. Abby was in his arms, Jimmy and Brenna cuddled next, with Ducky by him. They were still coolheaded, being agents and all, extremely pissed. The others were very angry and variations of scared. Four of the FBI agents were on the other side of Ducky, the others in the chairs.