(One Hour Later)
(NCIS: OSP Headquarters)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
My phone began to ring exactly on the two hour mark.
I took my phone out of my pocket, and saw the same blocked phone number on the screen.
I looked at Eric, who was seated at his computer, to see if he was ready.
Eric gave me a nod, and I answered the phone.
"Callen," I said.
"I trust you made your decision." I heard Gutierrez say on the other side of the phone. "So what's it going to be?"
I looked at Director Vance and he gave me a nod.
"I'll get the diamond." I said.
"I knew I could count on you." Gutierrez said smugly.
"I'm going to need a couple days, though." I said.
"Two days." Gutierrez said. "Then I will call you to tell you where to meet."
"Fine." I said. "But if you hurt her in any way, I swear I won't hesitate to kill you."
Gutierrez laughed.
"Get me the diamond, and she will remained in perfect condition." Gutierrez said. "Goodbye, Mr. Callen."
Then, Gutierrez hung up. Followed by a frustrated sound coming from Eric.
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(In A Building)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
"We do have a plan to get out of here…Right?" I heard McGee ask, from his place on the cot.
"I'm thinking." I said, as I continued to pace back and forth.
I wasn't sure how much time has passed.
All I know is that McGee and I have been in this windowless room for a while.
And McGee was getting paler by the minute.
He needed a doctor and he needed one now.
We didn't have any more time to wait to be rescued or found.
"Can you stand?" I asked, looking at him, as I stopped walking.
McGee sat up slowly, and put his feet on the ground.
Then, slowly, he tried to stand up.
When he wobbled, I quickly walked over to him, and took his hand. Helping him stand.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Nothing I can't handle." McGee said.
"Will you be able to stand on your own for a second?" I asked.
McGee nodded.
I let go of his hand slowly, then, when I made sure h wasn't going to fall over, I walked over to the door, and pounded on it three times.
"I know you're out there, so listen," I shouted. "We need a doctor, and we need one now!"
"Shut up!" I heard a voice shout back.
"Why don't you come in here and make me?!" I shouted.
When there was no response, I shouted:
"I see. You're afraid to be beaten by a girl."
Suddenly, I heard the lock of the door unlock.
Then, the door opened, revealing an angry man.
"I warned you." He said angrily.
But before he could do anything, I punched him in the nose, and rammed his head in the concrete wall.
The man fell on the floor unconscious.
I bent down and took the gun he had on him and looked at McGee.
He had a stunned look on his face, as he stared at the man.
"Come on, Tim." I said, as I quickly walked over to him, and put one of his arms over my shoulders.
Then we began to walk out of the room.
"Did Ziva teach you that or something?" McGee asked, as we walked into the hallway.
"Sure." I said. "Let's go with Ziva."
McGee gave me a stunned look.
We walked down the hallway, and I helped McGee up two flights of stairs, when we reached a door that led to a parking garage.
I opened the door.
And when I did, an alarm went off.
McGee and I immediately moved faster, well, as fast as we could, as we went into the parking garage, heading toward a car.
Suddenly, there was gun fire.
McGee and I quickly got behind a car.
I heard the window of the car we were behind shatter, before the gun fire stopped.
I looked around us and saw a door that led outside.
"Get ready to move." I whispered. "…Now."
I then stood up and fired my gun in the direction the bullets came from.
Then I grabbed McGee's arm, and we moved quickly toward the door.
And when we did, more gun shots were fired in our direction.
McGee and I hid behind another car, which was parked literally two steps to the door.
"Go." I whispered to McGee.
"What?" McGee whispered, as I fired my gun back at our pursuers.
I ducked back down and looked at him.
"You have to go." I whispered, as more gun shots were heard.
"No." He whispered. "I'm not leaving without you."
"Tim, only one of us will be able to make it out of that door without the possibility of getting killed in the process." I whispered.
"And that person should be you." McGee whispered. "I'll be fine."
"No you won't." I whispered. "McGee, if you stay here, Gutierrez will kill you. No question about that. But if I stay, he will have use for me. He thinks Callen only cares about me. We have a better shot at living if you leave and find help."
"But-" McGee whispered.
"Don't argue. You know I'm right." I whispered.
McGee and I stared at each other.
"I'll cover you." I whispered. "Once they stop shooting, go."
McGee hesitated.
But once the gun fire stopped, and I stood up to shoot, McGee crawled over toward the door.
I shot at the people until my gun was out of shots.
I looked behind me and saw McGee was gone.
I then slowly walked out from behind the car and made my way toward our pursuers. I hands in the air.
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I was thrown into the room McGee and I were in previously.
"Go find the other one." I heard a man say, as I stood up. "He couldn't have gone far. I'm going to make sure she doesn't do what she did again."
I looked toward the shooters, as one of them closed the door on the other four.
Then, the man turned around and looked at me. Clearly angry.
Then, he began to walk toward me. His hands forming into fist, as he did.