Character Death, ye be warned
Kate sighed, her face was buried deep within her hands as she just simply sat in her car. She was parked next to the elevator doors in the parking garage of NCIS headquarters, She had been having one hell of a month. First Dinozzo goes missing, then they find him half dead, then he is paralyzed, and now...now Abby was missing as well as Palmer. She shoke her head and leaned back against the seat trying to push the invading thoughts from her mind. Her dark eyes gazed through the glass windshield of her car only to catch sight of something she could never believe to be true.
Her eyes had settled on a darkened corner of the garage, two forms were skittering across the empty void very quickly. It was when she saw the spiked collar of Abby and her bound hands that she realized what was going on. Palmer was behind her, gun drawn aimed at the nape of her neck.
She moved, grabbing her gun as she pushed herself out of the car. She swung her door open and jumped up, her gun was drawn and cocked as she fully exposed her body to those she saw. But as she moved to shoot, she was struck. A gasp echoed from her body as she fell to the pavement, blood already pooling around her wounded form. She tried to crawl, a bullet wound to her head slowed her thoughts and movements, she was breathing but weakly as she tried to reaim her gun at her assualter.
Palmer smirked, cocking his pistol once more, "Agent Todd, I do believe these will be your last moments." His hand went out as he aimed the gun at the connection of her skull and spine. Though his hands were knocked away as Abby threw her body weight into him, sending him flying across the pavement. He growled before shooting blindly in the air as he hit the ground, skidding acrossed it painfully. Two more shots were heard, as Gibbs and an NCIS team came flying out of the elevator all guns drawn and aimed at Palmer.
Blood was streaming from his dying body when Gibbs leaned over to cuff him, though his attention soon fell upon his agent. He moved quickly, pushing two other agents out of the way before he lowered to his knees before her. His hands firmly wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into his lap. She was conscious, but only just barely. Her forehead was bloody, but it was clear enough for him to tell she had a small caliber bullet wound. He growled before looking back at the dying Palmer.
"If something happens to her and your not dead...you're going to wish your were!" He snorted angrily before brushing her hair away from her face. "Kate? Kate can you hear me?" He spoke in a softer tone, it was calm and reassuring though he wasn't entirely sure whom he was trying to reassure Kate or himself.
Her fingers wrapped around his and she squeezed weakly, it wasn't words but it was something and Gibbs smiled as he held her a bit tighter. "At a girl, you hold on Kate. You're going to be just fine." Her eyes slid closed as she once more gripped his hand, she felt the darkness sweeping over her form. She was slipping into the unconscious void that claimed you as you lost all hope. Her thoughts vanished and she soon found herself lost in the web of darkness. She could sense the flashing lights, hear the sirens, and feel the rough squeeze of her hands but she couldn't tell what was going on where she was or even if she was alive. She thought she was dead, thought Palmer had won as her limp and ever growing rigid body was lifted into the ambulance.
Gibbs stood there for a moment in disbelief before he was drawn by the sorrowful voice of Ducky.
"Je..Jethro..."
"What is it Duck?"
"Abigal...she...she's hit." Ducky spoke barely above a whisper as his hands clutched around an already rigid form of Abby. His eyes were closed and his head was turned away as he looked helplessly at Gibbs.
Gibbs' blue eyes went cold as he moved to Ducky, his hand falling upon his shoulder. He leaned down, then sighed. "Duck...she's gone..." He said remorsefully as he looked at his friend, though he knew that Ducky had already known it.
"Maybe Jethro her vitals are just weak...maybe she is just unconscious?" He spoke trying to reassure himself that his young friend was indeed alive and not the limp rigid form he held.
"Ducky...you know more about dead bodies then I do. You taught me the job...she's gone and though I would love for her to spring back in that fashion that made her super she just...can't Duck..."
"Jethro...surely she isn't..."
"Ducky, she is..." Ducky's head fell to Abby's cold body, his head resting against her's as he softly let his tears fall from his eyes. There were two wounds, one in her abdomen, and the killing shot was firmly planted in her neck. It was a clean kill, she had died painfully and thankfully quick enough that she didn't have to suffer through bleeding to death. The bullet in her abdomen had missed any major organs and arteries, but the one in her neck had successfully broken through her spinal column causing her to lose all nerves and then to die.
Ducky's head raised and his dark eyes fell upon Gibbs, "Could her heart be used? She hasn't been dead too awfully long, possibly her brain might hold some function?" Ducky was grasping at straws, but Gibbs knew very well what he meant. His arms went up and he flagged down the ambulance with their suspect in it.
"Take this body to the ER, see if they can salvage any organs. There is a patient there that needs a heart, if it matches and she has signed her card..."
The paramedics nodded, as the one in the back quickly removed her frame from Ducky's fatherly grasp.
I wasn't originally going here, though as I wrote this part of the story I decided that something needed to happen. And with next weeks NCIS being the season finale, and one of our beloved characters leaving us I wanted to give one of my more beloved characters a proper ending. I hope that we do not lose one of our favorite characters, but it does not look good for our team.
Hopefully waiting to see if characters live,
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