Viva Mexico
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Summary: Post-Hiatus. Gibbs moves to Mexico after resigning from duty. The team is ambushed and soon news are out that an old enemy is back. Will Gibbs come back to save them or does it need a little more to convince him that the team needs him?
3- On Their Own
"We got a female PO shot in the industrial district, near 47th and West. Let´s go." Tony said and put his gun back into the holster while his colleagues gathered their equipment. It had been a month now since Gibbs had left the team and they were managing somehow. It wasn´t easy and it reminded him strongly of the time right after Kate´s death, but he knew they had no choice.
As they were walking towards the MCRT truck, Ziva frowned. "That´s the third within two weeks -a bit strange that it´s always that district. I would expect a serial killer to try and cover up his traces." She said and hopped into the middle seat of the truck. Dinozzo was driving -which was probably a good choice since she was still having trouble getting all the traffic laws down.
"It´s definetely a bit odd, but you never know what moves them." McGee said and thought for a moment. "I remember a case where..." He began, but met two rather annoyed looking faces. "Sorry..."
They arrived at the scene a mere 15 minutes later. When Tony pulled the truck around the last corner, a shot rang out and the windshield burst into millions of pieces. All three were too shocked to react, but then dove down to cover their heads. "Anyone hit?" Dinozzo asked while more shots hit the truck.
"I´m fine." McGee managed while he tried to get his gun out of the holster. "Where´s the police? I thought we were supposed to meet them right here." He said and finally got a hold of his gun.
Ziva lay completely still and listened. "There are three of them -at least. I can´t say if there´s more, but they are shooting from two, five and ten o´clock direction." She said after a moment and smiled a bit when there was no answer. Her colleagues had never gotten used to her ability to observe things so closely.
Tony thought for a moment. "All right, here´s what we´ll do. McGee, take the one at two o´clock. I´ll take the one at ten o´clock. Ziva, you got that sucker at five o´clock. Got that?" He asked and got two confirmational nods. "All right, let´s do this...one, two, three!"
The next few seconds were a blur -all three agents jumped out of the truck and opened fire immediately. Suddenly men jumped out behind trash cans and the truck itself, grabbing all three of them before they could react. Tony watched how McGee was knocked unconscious as well before he felt a sharp pain on his head followed by darkness. From the corner of his eye he saw a figure taking off over a few trashcans and a medium sized wall. The last conscious thought in his mind was the hope that it was Ziva who had gotten away, but he never got the confirmation for that as he blacked out.
Ignoring the shouts behind her, Ziva jumped over the obstacles and climbed the wall. Luckily, those men had underestimated her -from her slender form it wasn´t obvious that she was a trained Mossad agent. She felt a stinging pain in her shoulder and saw blood seeping through her shirt. One of the bullets had hit her from behind, piercing her shoulder just below the scapula. She turned around a bit and saw a figure standing on a lower rooftop, a gun in his hand. Her heart jumped when she recognized him, but then kept running while another bullet hit the ground right next to her. He would kill her here and now if he got the chance, that much was for sure. There was too much adrenalin in her system to feel any pain, but she knew that she needed help quickly. She was leaving a trail of blood that was easy to follow.
After what seemed like an eternity she saw a police station appearing to her right. She ran inside and saw black spots dancing in front of her eyes. Bloodloss and shock were slowly surfacing, but she pulled herself together. The officer behind the front desk stared at her with wide eyes, his hand on his gun. With what she had left, Ziva pulled her badge out. "Call NCIS...we were ambushed..." She managed and felt her knees buckle.
As her breathing slowed a bit, she regained some strength, eventhough the wound on her shoulder was still bleeding quite a bit. Some officer had grabbed a first aid kit and was putting something onto the wound to stop the bleeding. Ziva noticed that she was leaning against the front desk, but had no memory of how she had gotten into this position. She didn´t make a sound, eventhough it hurt badly. After what seemed like forever the front doors flew open and two men came running in, wearing the blue uniforms she had seen on EMTs before. "He took them." She managed before everything around her started spinning and the world grew black.
NCIS headquarters, 20 minutes later
Abby looked up when the door to the lab opened. She half expected to see Tony or Tim, but for some strange reason, Ducky came in. She wasn´t sure why, but the look on his face told her that something wasn´t right. "What´s up, Duckman?" She asked and tried to sound as cheerful as usually, but something made a chill run down her spine.
"Director Shepard wants to see us upstairs, Abigail." He said and waited for her to follow him. He could tell that she sensed his nervousness. "She did not tell me what it is about, so I couldn´t tell you even if I wanted to." He added and walked into the elevator.
"Something happened." She whispered and felt her heart beating faster. It was like an iron clamp was closing in around her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. When the elevator doors opened, she saw Jenny Shepard standing in the middle of the bullpen. The director looked tense, not a good sign, not good at all.
"Dr. Mallard, Miss Sciuto." Shepard greeted them and waited until they had come to a stop in front of her. "I received a call from Bethesda hospital. Miss David was brought in by an ambulance with a bullet through her shoulder. Paramedics reported that she said "He took them." before passing out. Police found the MCRT truck at the location they were called to -it looks more like a sieve actually. I´m sorry to say it like this, but I believe the team was ambushed and taken hostage." She said and watched the horror that was now in the eyes of the two. "We´ve started looking for their mobile phones, but it seems like they´ve been turned off. Agent Balboa and his team are processing the scene right now and the truck will be hauled in later today. Dr. Mallard, if you could drive to Bethesda and see how Miss David is doing?" She asked and Ducky immediately walked out.
Abby stood rooted to the ground, not quite believing what she heard. "They´ve been taken hostage?" She whispered and felt sick all of the sudden. She kept her posture though and looked at Shepard with tears in her eyes. "They´re all gone..."
Much to her surprise, Jenny put a hand on the younger woman´s shoulder. "We´ll find them, Abby. Maybe Ziva can give us information on who ambushed them." She said and walked back upstairs to her office. "If there was a time they needed you most, it would be now, Jethro." She whispered to herself and sighed.