McGee's heartbeat races as he squeezes the trigger of his Sig Sauer, sending round after round into the chest of a man holding a double barrell shotgun. McGee grunts in pain, his hand trembling, he lowers his arm, the side of his face bloodied. The man falls, face down, bullet-riddened and lifeless.

A bullet slams into McGee chest, he falls to his knees, letting go of his Sig, making a clanking noise as it hit the marble floor below.

"McGee!"...Tony yells at the top of his lungs. He sprints towards McGee. Several shots rang out, a large glass door shatters, sending shards everywhere. Tony dives, sliding across the floor, slamming into and taking McGee down.

A man in a black ski mask makes a beeline for Tony and McGee, letting his clip fall from his weapon, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a new clip, but before he could slam it into place, Tony fires, striking him in the chest three times, dropping him where he stands.

Tony kneels over McGee, placing his Sig on the ground next to him. He yanks his shirt open, the bullet was mangled, stuck in his bulletproof vest. McGee coughs repeatedly, trying to catch his breath.

Tony sighs, patting McGee on the side of the face..."Good man."

A woman screams, the man Tony just shot sits up, his arm slowly raises, trying to aim his gun. A bullet enters his head, right between his eyes, a fine pink mist surrounds his head, he falls back, a large puddle of blood quickly pools around his head.

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Gibbs comes walking down the stairs, stopping at the halfway point. Ziva was at her desk, a large sandwich sat in front of her. He watches on as she takes it apart, placing a large handful of something on top of one side of her sandwich.

"What are you doing, Ziva?"

Ziva looks up, Gibbs was staring at her..."Perfecting my sandwich. It's a double cheeseburger with onions, mushroom, lettuce, pickles, mayo, mustard, ketchup and gummi bears."

"Oh."...Gibbs starts down the stairs again, but stops, looking puzzled..."Did you say gummi bears?"

Ziva slams the two halfs together and takes a large bite, she nods to him as she continues to chew.

Gibbs shakes his head and chuckles, making his way down the stairs and over to his desk.

Ziva turns to him..."Shannon did not crave things when she was pregnant with Kelly?"

Gibbs smiles, lowering his head..."Yeah, she did...mint chocolate chip ice cream and potato chips with French onion dip."

"Oooh, ice cream...I have to call Tony."...Ziva sets down her sandwich, but think twice about it, picking it back up and takes another bite..."I will do it later."

Gibbs laughs..."When you due?"

"79 days."...Ziva replied and takes another massive bite.

"Maternity leave coming up soon, right?"...Gibbs cell phone started to ring before Ziva could answer, he looks at the small screen, seeing DiNozzo's name, he opens it, raising it to his ear..."What's the news on the Martinez case, Tony?"

Tony's muffled voice is heard through the phone...."I'll be right there, Tony."...Gibbs snaps his phone closed, he rises from his chair..."I'll let Tony know to get you some ice cream...any flavor in particular?"

"Have him surprise me."...Ziva said with a grin.

"Oh, he'll definitely do that."...Gibbs declared, moving out from behind his desk, moving towards the elevator.

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"You have a couple bruised ribs, but you should be okay."...A male paramedic said, examining McGee's chest..."You can apply ice over the injured area to help soothe the pain and to decrease any swelling you may have and you can also take ibuprofen to relieve the pain, I think I got some in the back, I'll get you a couple days worth."

McGee was silent, his hands shaking, trying to button up his shirt.

"You okay, McGee?"...Tony moved to him, McGee's hands began to shake even more vigorously.

"I-I just killed a man, Tony!"

Tony grabs McGee's hands..."You're alright, McGee."

McGee sighs deeply..."I don't feel."

"Tim, listen to me...did you pee your pants?"

"What?"

"Did you...pee your pants?"

"I...I don't think so."

"See, you're better than fine."...Tony sat next to McGee..."Frank Clatta."

"Who?"

"I was a rookie on patrol, he pulled a gun on a traffic stop, fired out his window. Don't know how he missed me. I returned fire."

"And?"

"I didn't miss."...Tony pats McGee on the knee.

"Does it get easier?"

"Unfortunately."...Tony stood, taking a step away from McGee..."No."

"I should've known."...A voice called out.

Tony turned, looking towards the voice..."Great, it's the suckbags from the Hoover building."

"I want a re-match."...Langer challenged Tony.

"I'm a little busy right now, Wanger, maybe when there isn't so many dead people on the floor."...Tony slightly lowered his head, rubbing at his brow.

"Shut up, Langer."...Fornell said, moving over to Tony..."Where's Gibbs?"

"I called him, he's on his way."

"What happened?"...Fornell asked.

"We were driving by and the alarm went off. Wrong place, wrong time or right, depending on if you like being shot at."

"How many shooters?"

"Three. All dead. The first one: he came out of the bank as we were going in. He announced ourselves, he raised his gun, I fired. He fell. We preceded into the bank. Another man opened up on us with a semi-automatic rifle. He ran out of bullets, Agent McGee came out of cover, moving towards the man. He ordered him to drop the weapon. He didn't, McGee fired, killing the man."

"And the last?"

"He shot McGee once in the chest, but thankfully he was wearing a vest. He unloaded his weapon towards me, shooting out numerous windows and doors. I fired as he re-loaded his weapon, striking him three times in the chest, then once more in the head."

"A little overkill, maybe?"

"Not if the bastard wouldn't die...hey, how'd you get here so quick?"

"We've been working these guys for a couple months, they've hit 6 banks in the last 3 months."

"I'm sure you'll be taking the credit for this."

Fornell smiles..."Would we do that, Duh-note-zo?"

"Heh."

"Is Agent McGee alright?"...Fornell asked, looking at McGee, his head was down, sitting on the tailgate of the ambulance.

"Yeah, he popped his cherry."

"You guys alright, DiNozzo?"...Gibbs asked, arriving at the scene.

"Yeah...just a little mind-fucked, Boss."

"I'll need your weapons."

"Yeah...yeah, I know the drill."...Tony replied, letting out a deep sigh..."This is gonna be a long damn day."

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Tony hangs up his coat, walking through the living room carrying a brown paper bag. He moves down a long hallway, a light was on inside Constance's room. He opens the door, peering inside. She was asleep, her laptop was still on. Tony makes his way over to her bedside, closing her laptop, placing it on her nightstand next to the bed. He lifts the covers to her neck, patting them in place, he leans down, giving her a kiss on the cheek..."Sweet dreams."...He whispered.

He quietly exits Constance's room, making his way to his bedroom, setting the bag on their dresser. The TV was on, but no sound came from it..."Ziva?"...He called out..."I brought you ice cream."

He turned around, Ziva was standing in front of him, in tears. She slaps him across the face and turns around.

"What am I suppose..."...Tony stops, he takes a step towards her, wrapping his arms around her, placing his hands on her stomach, he kisses her neck softly and whispers..."I'm sorry."