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Chapter Ten: …and Rescue

Jordan couldn't tell whether her shivering was from the cold or her fear. The one, small, rational part of her brain told her that the two men would figure out that she was lying quickly, and then she'd be in worse trouble than when this all started.

She was surprised they had believed her at all. She could barely string two words together, but managed to give them information based on what she had seen on TV and heard Ziva mention in passing…but it wouldn't be enough. Jordan's flimsy story would fall apart at the slightest investigation. Her only hope was that Woody would find her soon….

For the first time, no one complained about Ziva and Gibbs's driving techniques. The only problem was that they could not possibly drive fast enough to satisfy Woody and Nigel.

They arrived at the warehouse in 20 minutes flat. Everyone barreled out of the cars with their guns drawn.

"Townsend, you stay here," Gibbs ordered.

Nigel looked affronted. "But—"

"No buts! We need someone on the outside…radio for an ambulance," Gibbs explained. "We'll be on the other end of the radio in case we need you to point us to the way back or direct the ambulance when it gets here."

Nigel looked like he was going to protest more, but Woody nodded to him. "He's right, Nige. You don't even have a gun…you'll be more of a help back here."

Finally Nigel agreed and the rest of the team took off. Silently they ran toward the warehouse, listening for any noise. They found it on the side of the largest building, just outside of what looked like an office.

"We take them alive," Gibbs said before they opened the door.

Woody and Ziva both gave him looks that said "Are you kidding?"

"Gibbs, these men—," Ziva started, only to be cut off.

"Are completely replaceable to Hamas," Gibbs finished. "Us killing them will solve nothing. Hamas will just keep kidnapping and torturing people. We take them alive, send them to Gitmo, and get all the intel they have—then we can stop this from happening to others."

Both of them still looked mutinous, so Gibbs threatened them. "I'll send you two back right now if you don't follow my orders!"

Reluctantly they nodded. McGee and Ziva took one side of the door while Woody and Gibbs took the other. On the count of three, Tony kicked the door in.

For a moment that seemed like an eternity, no one heard anything. Then there was shouting and screaming.

"It's coming from that door on the far left!" McGee whispered. It was obvious that whoever was doing the yelling hadn't heard the door being forced open. They crept silently in again, this time listening to the voices coming from the closed door.

Two men, undoubtedly the terrorists, were shouting at the top of their lungs. Loud thuds were echoing through the walls, punctuated by a woman's screams. Woody swallowed hard, knowing that Jordan was in there. Gibbs said to take the men alive, but Woody wasn't sure he could stop himself from killing them.

The next door was kicked in by McGee, followed by shouts from the agents.

"NCIS!"

"Get back!"

"Freeze!"

Taken completely by surprise, the kidnappers jumped back in shock. Before they could react further, Ziva and Tony each had one terrorist pinned to the wall.

"What the—?" on culprit began, but was quickly cut off by Ziva.

"You are under arrest for kidnapping, assault, and stupidity," Ziva spat.

The terrorist tried to turn around, but that earned him a harsh slamming against the wall.

"Rule number 52," Tony said as he cuffed his captive. "When kidnapping someone for vital intelligence information, make sure you get the right person."

"What are you talking about?" the second kidnapper, Jamil Abdar, asked.

"I'm Ziva David, Mossad Officer," Ziva answered. Another shove. "She was telling the truth—you took the wrong girl! The only reason you are still alive is because we want to give you a taste of your own medicine. I hear Gitmo is lovely this time of year."

The terrorists struggled the whole time, causing Gibbs and McGee to have to help the other agents out of the door.

All the while, Woody's worries about killing the men were unfounded—he only had eyes for Jordan. She was lying so still on the floor, for a second Woody feared that she was gone. But upon a closer look, he could see her chest rise and fall with her breathing.

Carefully, he knelt down by her side. She looked bad—bruises and cuts everywhere, and her right arm looking like every bone was broken, all the way down to her fingers.

Not wanting to hurt her more, Woody very gently touched the side of her face with the back of his hand. Jordan cried out and tried to move away.

"It's okay…Jordan, it's me…it's okay, you're safe," Woody whispered, stroking her hair this time.

She cracked her eyes open to slits. "Wo…Woody?" she said. Tears fell from her eyes.

"Yeah, it's me," he said. He took her uninjured hand. "It's all right, honey. An ambulance was coming, just hang on." Her fingers wrapped around his. It was a weak grip, but a grip just the same.

Woody stayed with her while they waited for the ambulance, and then insisted that he ride to the hospital with her. The paramedics finally gave in. Jordan never let go of his hand; although she didn't say much, Woody knew she was in pain and scared.

"You're safe, Jordan…it's okay now," Woody repeated over in order, constantly reassuring her that he wasn't going to leave.

Once they were at the hospital, the nurse put an IV in Jordan's arm. The doctor came in soon afterward and mercifully prescribed morphine. As the doctor began assessing her wounds, Jordan felt herself slip away blissfully into sleep, knowing Woody was by her side taking care of her.