But it was too late. By the time Alliegh had ripped around, she had taken three bullets to the chest.
They always say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, mine didn't, but I'll tell you why later. First, lets talk about how I got in this bar and in this stupid position in the first place…
It all started this morning, when Jethro and I were getting ready to get to work. We were sitting at the table, eating waffles…oh, never mind- different story…okay, lets get the story right this time!
Okay, well, Jethro and I were heading to the office. We were in the elevator. It finally got to the bullpen (The elevator is really slow) and I had to distribute breakfast to everyone. We were all sitting there, eating peacefully, when Tony asks the question. "So, boss, who are we going to get to go undercover at the bar?" I choked on my damn breakfast. I knew Jethro was going to pick me- I knew it! I fit the description of all the other victims. I looked at Kate, and Kate looked at me. We were both kicking ourselves mentally- and hard! I don't want a date with a killer! Well, Jethro looks at Kate and I with those sweet blue eyes. The same sweet blue eyes that I married two and a half months ago. And I even have the ring to prove it! But anyway, he's giving me that puppy dog look he always gives me when he wants something, so of course I give into it! Well, McGee chokes on his breakfast when I volunteer to be the bait. Kate ends up giving him the Heimlich maneuver, and I end up going back home to get an outfit for that night. And I was not pleased- at all!
Okay, now I'm sitting at my desk, trying to get some paperwork done, but I'm so nervous, I can barely hold a pen. I keep glancing over at the dress and shoes that are so carefully placed on top of my filing cabinet. I look at the clock. I have only one hour until I become the bait on the end of the line on a fishing rod. Well, of course, my stomach has to go all weird on me, and before I know it, I'm over a toilet, puking up my dinner. That was not how I was planning on getting rid of my supper this evening, but I guess you can't really choose what the hell your body chooses to do. So, by the time I've showered, it's time to get dressed and do my makeup. It only took me twenty minutes to do that, and by the time I was finished, my shoes were killing me already. When I got back to the bullpen, McGee was passing out earpieces and microphones that shove inside your molar. Jethro had to put mine in, because no matter how hard I try not to, I always get it slanted in a way that when I talk, my tongue will hit it. So we're on our way out to the undercover van, and my knees are buckling up like crazy. I take two steps, and they go all weak on me. We were almost to the van when I fell into McGee, who fell into Kate, who fell into Tony, who fell onto the ground. I ran to the van, got in, buckled up, and prayed to god that I wouldn't get killed tonight.
I'm sitting in the bar now…and oh my god, am I ever nervous. The rest of the team keep telling me that everything will be okay, but I seriously don't think it will be. Oh, I wish I had my gun…I really, really, wish I had my gun. I can hear Gibbs whispering to me into his drink, and I order another. The least I can do is get good and drunk so that I don't feel anything. And then I hear the door open, and Tony tells me that they just arrived. I down my drink as fast as I can, and then I hear the team laughing at me. I order another drink, and laugh into it myself. This is so crazy! If I wasn't so hell bent on not looking nervous, I probably wouldn't, but since I am, I can't possibly look anything but guilty of something. Okay, so one of the guys walks over to me, and offers to buy me another drink. I accept, and he sits down. We get into this huge conversation about life, and Tony starts laughing. I'm trying not to laugh, because I can just imagine how totally lame I sound. After about an hour of being with this guy, I finally start to feel normal. We had danced, drank, and drank some more. He was just about to kiss me when Kate screamed over the earpiece. "They're coming! They have guns! Get down! Get down!" She yelled. Well, it turns out the guy was communicating with his little posse of killers through the same system we were, and when he was about to dive in to kiss me, the transponders crossed, and he got my transmission. I didn't think he really knew what it was at first. We both stood up, him taking my hand gently. I knew I couldn't leave the bar, but I could at least make it look like I could. I couldn't see Jethro anywhere, and I had to act natural. If I got down, it would make me seem suspicious. He had me right in line with the window, and I knew that the place was either going to explode, or some kind of knife was going to come flying at me. Was I ever wrong! Gunshots rang through the air, half-deafening me. I just stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do without my gun. I went to turn to see if Jethro was all right, and ended up taking three bullets to the chest. I stood strong for the team. From where I was standing, I saw Tony shoot one of the men, and Kate take a whole load of shots at the other four. More gunshots went off, and I took about fourteen more bullets. Then I fell to the ground.