Gibbs House
Gibbs pulled in front of his house, the dark night was lit up with police car lights, and several ambulances, Tim had called for back up on the way out of NCIS, the area was filled with NCIS agents, FBI agents, and paramedics now.
Gibbs jumped out of the car and ran inside followed by Tim, the living room was filled with activity, Fornell standing in the middle of the room, directing his agents to look for anything that would give them the identity of the assailant, but they were fairly sure it was Sasha Phinith.
"What the hell happened?" Gibbs voice echoed through the room, the anger and worry evident in his voice and the expression on his face, "And where the hell are my agents?" he growled.
"It's okay Jethro, their in the basement right now, they're fine, Ziva was grazed and had a few cuts from her tangle with the semi automatic." Fornell informed the ex-marine, who was taking in the condition of his house, bullet holes riddled the walls. "We lost two agents outside though."
"Jethro was in a hurry to see Tony, Sallie and Ziva, but he knew what it was like to lose an agent,"Sorry Tobias." he patted him on the shoulder, it wasn't much but sometimes it didn't take a lot in a situation like this.
Fornell nodded and pointed towards the basement door, he had a killer to catch.
Jethro, still followed by a silent Tim, made his way down the stairs where paramedics were working on all three of the people left in the house, Ziva was fussing about it being only a scratch, Sallie was fussing over being treated for the several scratches she had sustained during the escape from the room and Tony was lying over a table getting a few shards of glass and splinters removed from his contact with Gibbs' floor, the shattering glass and splintered wood, He was being treated, the scowl on his face was familiar, his quiet demeanor not so familiar.
But there was something that concerned Gibbs, it was Tony's silence, his no fuss attitude, that had him concerned more than his agent's injuries, he wasn't being as verbal as the other two, not telling off the paramedic attending to his wounds and it looked like what he was dealing with was a lot more painful procedure than Sallie's or Ziva's wounds.
"Ziva, what happened?" he kept his tone low, not wanting to add to the stress of what they had already dealt with, his own guilt eating at him for being unable unable to keep them safe.
Ziva turned around, surprised by her boss's rather controlled tone, "She came here, and attempted to kill Tony. I do believe she was successful at killing two agents though, but Tony is safe." she looked over at his restrained emotions, "Well, maybe he is not one hundred percent, he seems to be blaming himself for the agent's deaths."
"The hell he will." Gibbs walked over to Tony and sat down on the table where his boat sat, he waited a few seconds before speaking, then in a low, controlled voice he spoke, "Rough night?"
"To say the least boss." he gritted his teeth as another shard of glass was removed from his tush.
"She won't get away with this, I promise." Gibbs tried to console.
"Well. I would say she already has boss, look at us, she landed a pretty large blow for one lady, no, excuse me, one mean bitch." his tolerance for pain was getting low, because this time when the paramedic removed whatever it was that was lodged in a very sensitive area Tony moaned, he felt like shit.
"She will pay Tony." he looked around at the crowded room, it was like a mini triage area for the wounded.
"I doubt it, terrorists are like cockroaches, they scatter when someone turns on a light, in Sasha's case, the heat." he laid his head down on his arms, he appeared to be wiped, the excitement had worn him out and he knew it was just a matter of time before Dr Pitt or Ducky would be there to do their own assessments. "She will go into hiding until she has her target in sight again, its what they do Gibbs, we've seen it a hundred times." his voice muffled by his arms, he then let out a dry cough, he felt exhausted.
Gibbs patted Tony's back, he had experienced enough, his agent needed to be able to heal in a quiet place, he stood, he need to make a call, he needed to take his team to the safest place he knew, it would be a long trip, but he knew they would be safe until Sasha was caught.
"I need to get in touch with Mike Franks, tell him to call Gibbs as soon as possible." he hung up the phone and headed upstairs, he needed to see if she left any clues behind.
Outside of Gibb's House
Gibbs walked out into the night sky, the lights of the police and FBI cars lighting up the the area, reflecting off the lake behind them, search lights and police cars could be seen everywhere, "What was I thinking?" he slapped his own head, wondering if this nightmare would ever end.
"Gibbs!" Tobias called out for his friend.
"Yeah," he responded, walking over to where the FBI makeshift station was standing.
"I think your agent wounded our suspect, we found a blood trail starting at the window, growing in amount until it ends at the lake, then it disappears. I would assume whoever it was had a boat, we have copters in the sky now searching." he felt at least they had something to go on now, the situation didn't feel as hopeless as it had ten minutes ago.
"Let's get some samples of the blood and get it to Abby, she can run it in our data base." he instructed Tim, who was still following quietly behind him, he made his way back to the house.
He spotted Dr Pitt's car coming up the driveway, it was going to be difficult not to allow Tony to go back with him, it would definitely be a fight.
Unknown location
Sasha, who now lay on the smelly, stained hotel bed, had wrapped her coat around her abdomen, the blood was too much though and she knew it was just a matter of time before she died of hemorrhagic shock.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed her contact number, they would have to extract her body, destroy evidence, she had failed.
Her contact answered the phone,"Is it done?"
"I failed, he is still alive, may Allah forgive me." she moaned, the pain in her abdomen was excruciating, sweat now pouring down her face.
"May He have mercy on your soul. I take it that you will not be able to complete your assignment." the voice continued.
"I will be dead before dawn, I will need my body extracted, evidence destroyed, the FBI is on my trail." she pulled up her legs to ease the pain in her gut, the blood overflowing onto her hands as she gripped the coat in place.
"It will be done." the phone disconnected, Sasha was left to die in agony, alone in the motel room.
NCIS Lab
0800
"Guys, you need to hurry, Tony needs me, so do your thing so I can get back to Gibbs' house." she instructed her machines, the blood being run through the DNA database.
"Thank goodness for hot probes and the best of equipment!", she spoke it out loud to her machines, the evidence dropped off only twelve hours prior.
Gibbs walked in behind her, "Anything yet Abby?" a cup of Caf Pow in his hand, a days worth of beard growth on his face, his eyes blood shot from lack of sleep and adequate rest.
"Where's Tony? You didn't leave him at the house did you?" she was nervous for her friend.
"He's fine Abby, I promised Dr Pitt I would drop him off for tests this morning, he was worried about all the cuts, his remaining fever, and the drug poisoning. Ducky is with him and so is Tim." he sat the cup down and looked at the screen, hoping to see some results.
The machine dinged and Abby smiled, "You guys just like impressing the boss." she turned and looked up at Gibbs, "Good news and bad news."
"Abby." he gave her a stern look, just wanting the results.
"Bad news, she is not in our bad girl database." she smiled, knowing the good news would be worth the wait.
"Abby!" he spoke with a little bit more stern tone.
"Good news, is that she's Raheem's sister or that is what Bertha thinks, about 99.999 percent sure." she smiled as she took a big swig off her drink.
"Good work Abby." he gave her a hug and walked out of the room, Abby started turning off her machines, she was going to visit Tony.
Dr Pitt's Office
Gibbs had called Ducky the results of the lab tests, and he had informed Tony and Tim, that Sasha and Raheem were brother and sister, and that there might still be more to come, it was difficult to tell, Ziva was calling her contacts to see if there were any more of the clan running loose in the United Sates, she was going back to look at the International database for Adopted Children.
Now they were in the doctor's office and Dr Pitt was examining Tony in a private examination room. Ducky was sitting in the room with them, Tim was waiting for them in the waiting area. Tony was lying on the table with just a gown covering him, feeling like crap.
"Tony for someone who has been dealt all that you have been dealt in the last ten days, I have to say, at least your pneumonia is better and your blood work is looking much better than yesterday." he gave his friend a smile.
"That is good news Anthony." Ducky remarked, noting how quiet Tony was acting.
Tony nodded, "Can I go home now?" he asked, acting as if he weren't being chased by killer terrorists.
"Don't think that would be too wise Tony. You are better, but not healed. You are still running a fever, I want to get some blood while you are here, maybe get rid of that thing in your neck, change you over to oral antibiotics and see where we go from here." he stood to go and order the tests.
Tony didn't fuss, he didn't even seem too concerned, or even excited about getting the central line in his neck removed, he just lay there, starring at the ceiling. Tony's new mood worried Ducky, he actually felt more concerned about Tony's silence than Tony's persistent fever.
"Anthony, you might be fooling the doctor but you do not fool me. You want to talk about it?" Ducky asked as he took a seat beside of his friend.
"I'm fine Ducky, just tired. We have the Brady bunch terrorists making my life a living hell. Life don't get better than this." his sarcasm not lost on Ducky, he gave his friend a grin, but it was definitely one of those fake grins which Ducky recognized right away.
"It will get better Anthony, she was wounded and from my medical standpoint, she was fatally injured, especially if she did not seek medical attention. I do believe she is quite dead dear Anthony, so not to worry." he hoped, but evidently Tony had ticked off the terrorist cell by stopping Raheem, they seemed hell bent on killing his friend.
Tony was still worried, he knew that terrorists didn't give up, he was tired of putting the team's lives at risk, he needed to do something soon, real soon.
Thank you guys for all the birthday wishes...it has been great so far! Thank you for reading! Okay, do we send our boy to Mexico to drink corona's with Franks or does our Tony feel he can handle things on his own??? My mind just doesn't know what it wants to do...suggestions considered always!!!! Have a great Saturday!!!!