Here it is. Chapter 8.

Chapter 8: Mafia vs. Mafia

Ziva ran out of breath from yelling. Miroslav ran out, dropping his gun, with Lyov and two other Russians flanking him. With Lyov and the other two shooting away to distract the Italians, Miroslav picked Tim up, and struggled to drag him back inside. Ziva ran downstairs, dodging around two mob members as she went. When she reached the first floor, she looked for Miroslav. When she saw him, the don motioned her aside as Palmer and Gibbs, as well as Lyov, looked at McGee.

"He was shot in the head" Miroslav said. Ziva felt a sinking feeling in her chest, then, her emotions swelled up. She broke down in tears. Miroslav let Ziva cry into his shoulder; although he too had worry in his eyes.Ziva soon stopped, realizing the Italians were still firing. Miroslav turned around, and yelled something to his men. The Russian words encouraged them, and they kept firing. They had plenty of ammo at the building, so Ziva sighed in relief. The Italians briefly backed off, though Ziva doubted they would stop for long.

Ziva walked to McGee's side, looking down at her friend. McGee was unconscious, and he writhed slightly. He had gauze on his head that Lyov had briefly administered. Tony stood by him, alongside Palmer. The shooting started again. Ziva ran back upstairs, hurrying to get back to her post. She could hear the shouts, and then she saw out the window. Judging by the muzzle flashes, and shadows in the dark, the Italians were on the move, trying to enter the building, and finish what they had started. Ziva fired, trying to defend her coworkers, and her new allies.

MAFIA****MAFIA

Gibbs stood by Tim, side to side with Lyov. They two older men had become friends over the last few days. Shots rang out, and Lyov fell to the ground, groaning. Gibbs released a few rounds, the bent down to help the mob member. Another one of the Russians was hit. Bullets flew through the entrance. Gibbs franticly pulled Lyov out of the line of fire, worried he would be hit again. Miroslav yelled a name in Russian, angrily, and someone else yelled back. Gibbs could understand a little Russian, and wondered if Miroslav was yelling at the man who had forced him out of Russia, and into Siberia, the man who was now helping the Italians.

MAFIA****MAFIA

Ziva watched the gunfire, and shot where there were muzzle flashes. She wondered if Miroslav was ok. She knew she had feelings for the don, and hoped she would be able to tell him after they stopped the Italians. As the mobs fought, Ziva quickly glanced at her watch. It read 11:42pm. She sighed, slipped another clip into her gun, and fired.

MAFIA****MAFIA

Lyov groaned, and held his stomach. He had felt 3 rounds hit him. He figured it was from a submachine gun, and grimaced. He looked around for Miroslav, but didn't see him.

"Lyov" Gibbs said.

"Yes?"

"How are you holding out?"

"Hurting, I just got shot" With that Lyov grabbed his gun, and fired a string of rounds.

MAFIA****MAFIA

Ziva watched the fighting continue. At least 2 of the Russians had been hit, including Lyov, and Tim. She fired another round, and then waited. She saw one of the Russians go down. Miroslav ran out to help him. Ziva smiled, knowing she would have to talk to him later. It was obvious he cared about his men. Then, a submachine gun fired. Miroslav was hit, and he stood there for a moment, before collapsing to the ground, blood welling out of his chest.

My longest chapter yet for this story. If you guys think this is to unrealistic, tell me