Night had descended upon the house and still it remained in silence, the door swung in a soft breeze. And no one noticed this, there was no one to notice it on the 6 acre lot. The trees swayed and the light of the moon shone through the doorway, onto a room of silence. His eyes detected the light, and a soft groan emitted from Leroy Jethro Gibbs as he slowly begun to awaken from the unconscious stuper he had slipped into.

His body was splayed against the floor, one hand outstretched his gun limply sitting in it the other was out stretched towards a limp form by a wheel chair. Suddenly as his eyes swept the room he remembered it all.

Tony's eyes...he was confused that was understandable. He shoke his head trying to push past it, but something happened...what happened Jethro? He was hit...not with a bullet but by...

His eyes fell on the bleeding body of Mike Dinozzo, and he growled. How had he found the group? He pushed his aching body up and sauntered towards Dinozzo's form, leaning down his hand fell to check for a pulse. He was dead, killed by two bullets. Gibbs smirked, one to the head the other to the heart. He knew his handywork when he saw it. But something disturbed him, why was he unconscious on the floor.

He had tried to choke Tony, but Tony smacked him away. Then he attempted to lift him, that's when...that's when I tackled him. We fought, and he pushed me down. The gun...he got a round off.

Gibbs felt warm liquid slidding down his cheek, and his fingers instinctively went to feel it. It was definitely blood, had he been grazed? His eyes turned to the other two occupants of the room. Tony was laying at the base of the wheel chair, but what confused him was the fact that there was a small pool of blood. His mind was still foggy but he was regaining that normal curiousity and mind boggling knowledge. He moved to Tony's side, and rolled him upon his back. There it was, what he had been hit with firmly lodged within his abdomen. Though not a vital spot, something Gibbs thanked god for.

Protruding from his abdomen was a six inch blade. The handle and roughly 3 inches were apparent out of his body, Gibbs slowly removed the rest of the blade causing the young agent to gurgle his pain. "Shh Tony, you're fine."

Tony's eyes slowly pushed open, that haze of unconsciousness remained over him as he laid there. "What happened boss?"

"Let's just say, Mike got what he deserved." Tony's eyes slowly slid closed again, he had hit the floor rather hard and so the darkness took him back once more. Gibbs sighed before pushing a cloth into the wound. He stood up slowly, he was regaining his balance but slowly. His eyes settled upon Becca, she wasn't moving. Something was terribly wrong and he felt it, though he didn't want to admit what he felt. He moved to her, his hands checking her pulse and though he felt it he knew all along that his beloved Rebecca was gone. Moving to his knees he checked her body for any wounds, and there it was.

Planted right in her neck was the bullet that had grazed Gibbs, he growled and slammed his fist against the ground. His life had been spared, but the one woman that his heart still belonged to had been taken. His icy hues closed, he had a job to do had to forget about her. She was just another victim. His hand went to his pocket and he removed the cell phone. Punching in a few numbers he dialed the police.

I know this is short, but sometimes you just have to post short ones.

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