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A/N: I'm really sorry that this took so long to write. What with it being Christmas and shopping and all that jazz. Anyhow I suppose I shall continue. And I shall wish you All a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. P.S You review they're may be a interactive Christmas card for you. Lol. Anyway enough rambling.
Chapter 6
The flames licked the abandoned mess that was once a truck. Lifeless surroundings only interrupted by the steady alert from the alarms of intact cars. People were spilling from there houses eager to get a look into the 'action'. No-one could see the four bodies on the other side of the flaming wreck. No-one bothered to look.
NCISNCIS
Pain. The only solid thought echoing in his mind was pain. It ached through his body. Pulsating through his bones. The ground beneath him hard. The stench was one he hoped never to smell again in his lifetime. Acrid smalls of plastic and gunpowder were attacking his nasal cavities, dragging him forcefully to consciousness again. Leroy Jethro Gibbs forcefully opened his eyes. Disobeying the darkness and it's beckoning call. He coughed. Once, twice, three times as he tried to clear the gunk from his lungs. His leg was throbbing, screaming for his attention, he would've ignored it had it not just caught his eye. No longer was it in the straight and normal position it would be for him. It was twisted. Twisted and bloody. In all his years with Ducky that was all he could come up with. Twisted and Bloody.
'Aw crap.' His throat burned with the few words he'd spoken. It was then his thoughts caught up with him. Panting and confused from there catch up. Tony. McGee…Kate. He twisted his body round ignoring the searing pain from his leg. Behind him Tony lay sprawled in some obscure flower bed. His butt in the air and his tongue dangling from his mouth.
'TONY!' He forced his way to his foot. Wincing as his leg was twisted more. He fell to his knees. He wasn't going to get there by walking. So instead he dragged. He pulled himself forward using his strong leg and his arms, muscular from all the work he'd done on his boat.
'Yeah boss.' A weak, slightly croaky voice called out to him.
'What 'ya doing just lying there.'
'No idea boss.' Tony rolled over in time to see Gibbs crawling over to him. His vision blurred he could barely make out his boss's figure through the smoke. He went to stand up but his world tipped over sideways.
'Ow.' A muffled voice spat some painful words and something about weighing a ton.
'Tony.' McGee's voice. Muffled and croaky reached Tony's ear.
'This could be classed as sexual harassment.'
'You wish McGee.' Tony realised where he was sitting and rolled off. Immediately regretting it. His head protested and he vomited onto the ground beside him.
'Delicious.' He croaked afterwards lying on his back.
'McGee, DiNozzo. Where's Kate?' McGee stood a slight dizziness followed but nothing else. He cradled his arm in his other arm and walked wobbly towards the flames. He was barely two metres from where he'd started when he saw a small frame laid haphazardly across the concrete.
'Boss.' McGee ran over to where he saw the figure. He knew who it was. He just hoped it wasn't. If his arm wasn't broken he probably would've skidded to the floor. But fear of hurting the person more overwhelmed that thought.
'Kate?' McGee leaned in to inspect the damage. A sharp object was protruding from her stomach. A deep gash on her forehead was adding to the blood on the pavement. How he hadn't seen it before was beyond him.
'Someone call 911.' He shouted to no-one in particular. Footsteps behind him announced Tony's rampaging entrance.
'Kate.' His voice gasped the name of his friend as he went to cradle her head.
'Tim. Is she breathing.' He called me Tim. Oh my god this is actually happening. Crap. Crap. Crap. He leaned into Kate and listened closely.
