Chapter 6: Blown

Disclaimer: sadly no. I do own season 6 on DVD and the first two episodes of season 7 on my iPod but that's about it.

A/N: Things should be a lot better from here on in. Or at least I think so. I get little snippets or scenes in my head then I have to figure out how to connect them and form a story around them which frustrates me. The next few chapters and the first one are scenes I had and started building around.

I got a weird feeling in my stomach as soon as we touched down. Call it a...gut feeling. I got my pack and waited until I was in the thick of the crowd. I put on a hat to cover my hair and some of my face. I knew where the cameras were so I kept my face turned or down. I was walking out of the gate and to the exit when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Someone was watching me. Then I noticed a man leaning against a magazine stand with a newspaper. He had sunglasses on and a clear spiral wire connecting to his ear and running into his collar. A fed. Then I spotted another.

I stopped to get a coffee after I spotter 3. They stopped too, the farthest was about 150 feet and the closest was getting brave being only two people behind me in line.

I got my coffee and continued walking at a normal speed. I was getting close to the exit. I had to lose them, fast.

I walked slightly faster towards the men's room when I noticed more behind me. Many with suits and long black coats but some in normal clothes.

The one in the middle, a balding man with gray hair in a ring on the top of his head took out his gun and held it by his side tightly but I still saw it.

It was time to move. I dropped my coffee and took off to the side, dodging around people.

"Stop! FBI!" I heard them yell. I couldn't look back. "no don't shoot! It's too crowded!" I heard the man yell to another.

The crowds were indeed too thick. I was slowed down significantly so I jumped onto a vender cart full of "i heart D.C." shirts and coffee mugs. I hopped over and then side swiped a trash can. I fell to my hands and knees but got up and kept running. It hurt but I had to keep going.

"hey!" the vender yelled at me but I was already by the next cart. I saw two security gaurds run at me from the sides so I mustered up every ounce if speed I had. I pushed my way through lines of people and next thing I knew, I was by baggage claim and slid over the spinning belt with bags on top. The move slowed down my pursuers enough for me to duck into a less crowded hallway. I jumped and banked off a corner only to be met by a security gaurd. He took out his gun but I was quicker.

I kicked it out of his hands and went to punch him but he countered the blow and landed one to my jaw. I lashed out at his legs and he fell. I put my foot to his throat and held down until he passed out. I tasted blood and a little came out of the cut that was now on my lip but I had bigger things to worry about. I grabbed his gun and slipped it into my waistband, hoping I wouldn't have to use it.

I kept running and after a few moments and ducking through the crowds, I was out into the open again. I slowed to not draw any suspicion. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses off a rack in the entrance of the gift shop and kept walking. I threw on my sweatshirt from my pack and took off my cap.

I saw a few of the men and they were catching on. I went into the men's room and slipped into a stall. I hopped up on the toilet seat and removed a tile from the ceiling. I pulled myself up and placed the tile back. I was surrounded by darkness and a dusty and slightly moldy smell. I took off the sunglasses and gave my eyes a moment to adjust.

"think." I whispered to myself. Ok, the women's room was next to the men's but how far and where would the stalls be? I creaked blindly to the left. I was surprised the tiles held me but I stayed up in the crawlspace. I took a deep breath and prayed that I wouldn't be jumping down onto an unsuspecting woman or worse not into a stall at all and instead in plain sight.

I removed the tile slightly. I had miscalculated and was above the sinks but thankfully it didn't matter because the entire bathroom was unoccupied. I dropped to the floor into a crouch and stood. I took a second to wet down my hair so it looked darker and like it was gelled.

When I opened the door, a woman was about to walk in but gave me a strange look and continued in. I just gave her a smile and slipped the sunglasses back on.

When I was exiting the women's room, I saw some of the agents go into the men's room and I smiled to myself. I walked out and was about to cross the drop off lane that was filled with taxis when I heard a voice call from behind me and a gun click.

"Stop there Husam! FBI. It's over." a man said.

I took out the gun and turned but kept walking back slowly. Soon I was surrounded 5 or 6 more. I grabbed one of the younger ones on the end and held the gun to his head. He looked to be about 27 or 28.

"drop the gun Husam! You don't have a chance! If you cooperate, we can maybe cut you a deal." The leader said.

"I don't want a deal." I said.

"Husam, you're young. Don't..." he started.

"my name is not Husam." I chuckled to myself. I had to stay confident.

"ok then, what is it?" he asked. He was trying to make me feel comfortable.

"My mother named me Anthony." I said.

"Anthony, Just let him go." he said. Then I saw them. Qusam and his men. It was time to put back on the big bad terrorist act. I had to be taken by force and Saleem taught us to always go down with a fight. And I knew that's what I had to do, I just had to hope that these guys had bad aim when it came to kill shots.

I acted like lightning. I grabbed the agent's gun with my other hand and kicked the agent out in front of me. I shot two of the agents but I shot in the extremeties to minimize damage. I dove behind a parked cab but on my way I was grazed by my temple and shot in the leg. I clamped a hand on the wound and listened to the glass shatter and the tires pop. Some shattered above me and I felt it rain down on me. It quieted except for the screams of passerbys and a faint wail of sirens in the distance.

"come out Husam! Hands where we can see them!" the agent yelled.

I took a deep breath which caused pain to shoot through my body. I was losing a lot of blood. I spun up quickly only to be shot in the arm and my stomach. The gun flew from my hand and suddenly, I was on my back, on the pavement. I was surprised to still be conscious.

I could barely breath and my vision was fading. I saw shoes and a hand come to check my pulse. I pulled up every last bit of strength and grabbed the hand and looked the man in the eyes.

"NC..IS.." I rasped. "Gi..bbs" and then everything went black.

Fornell was stunned. How did this kid know Gibbs? He watched the ambulance rush away with the kid in the back escorted by two of his agents.

He started going through the kid's backpack. What he found really stunned him.

"Sacks." Fornell said without looking away from his find.

"yeah." The agent said as he came up.

"any idea why this kid would have your favorite NCIS agent's old I.D. And badge?" Fornell asked.

Sacks sighed. "please not DiNozzo..."

"yup." Fornell said. "what makes it especially odd, is that this," he held up the badge. "according to the date, is the one that DiNozzo lost when he went on that psycho rescue mission to Somalia."

"maybe he found it. It could be a coincidence." Sacks said hopefully.

"I don't believe in coincidences." Fornell said. "plus there's no way that this is coincidence too." he held up the golden star of David necklace and Sacks knew immediately whose it was.

A/N: ok shorter than the others but I had fun writing it and I just had to leave it on a cliffhanger. Anyway, the part of Gibbs being on the website was inspired by Short Fuse. :) please review and make my day. I can see the traffic and seriously I get like 7 reviews from that many people? I feel like i'm walking blindly through the woods. I can't find my way out without getting hurt or dying if you don't tell me how I'm doing. Ok bad analogy but you get the idea.