Here is Chapter 6.

Chapter 6: A Short Relief

Ziva was shaken awake by Gibbs, who said "It's the other mob. Grab your gun" Her first thought Miroslav. She heard him yell something in Russian to his men. More gunfire sounded. Ziva pulled out her gun, and ran into the hallway, behind Gibbs. Bullets whizzed through the walls. Ziva joined a trio of mob members, and began firing. More rounds hit the building. Ziva could see the shooters, 2 of them, with submachine guns. But she knew there had to be more, judging by the amount of gunfire incoming. More shots came, from the other side of the building. Ziva groaned. Lyov ran by, gun in hand. He shot his whole clip, and the shooting from her side of the building stopped.

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Tim, who was on the other side of the building, took aim again. Gibbs had joined him. It appeared there were 3 gunmen on this side. All of a sudden, they stopped. There was complete silence. Miroslav appeared in the doorway. He glanced around, and reported "No Injuries". He disappeared again, murmuring something to himself. Tim still had his gun out, and put another clip in. He didn't think the Italians would just give up.

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Ziva was again worried about Miroslav. She looked around, and saw him run by. She thought about telling him how she felt about him. She ran after him, and caught up to him. "Miroslav, we've got to talk". He looked at her, and motioned to some chairs nearby.

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Tim spoke to Lyov. "We probably only have a short relief before they come back. We should get ready." Lyov nodded.

"I agree." The two of them went off, ready to brief NCIS, and the mob.

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"Yes?" Miroslav asked as he sat down.

"Do you think they will come back?"

"Of course. They probably don't want prisoners either." Ziva shivered. Miroslav put a hand on her arm. "We would fight to the death first. My men…we care about each other. It's not like that other mob, in Russia. We hit one of their hitmen, and his mafia left him to die. I felt so bad, we took him in. You see him there?" Miroslav asked, pointing to an older mob member near him. Ziva nodded.

"Miroslav, I…" She hesitated.

"What?" Miroslav pressed.

"I…Never mind" She said. Miroslav opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a yell from one of the mafia members. "I think I saw someone, southward." He yelled. Miroslav stood up, and hurried away. Ziva sighed. She reloaded her own gun, and got up.

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Tim was just going to get some coffee when more gunfire started. A lot more. He heard the sound of glass breaking, and bullets richocheting off metal. Non-Automatic weapons also joined the attack. The opposing mob was back, in force.

Note: The HQ is in the middle of a non-populated area, so, they are kind of on their own. It is unrealistic but…

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