Gibbs and McGee pull up around 5 minutes after I've ended the call, looking fierce and dangerous and slightly skittish (in poor Tim's case).
"McGee, take the entrance!" Gibbs barks before turning to me. "Kate, with me."
I nod and follow Gibbs around the back of the open- air alley in which Tony is trapped. Neither of us speak, but that doesn't matter- getting Tony does. After reloading my sig for me, Gibbs explains the plan to me- I have to crawl back into the claustrophobic vent that I've just come out of and fire once he gives the signal.
Reluctantly, I crawl back into the vent until I can see into the chaos at the other end. I peer around, trying to spot Gibbs and, more importantly, Tony. Eventually, I spot them both- Tony is behind the same dumpster that I left him at, his hands bleeding from clutching his gun so tightly while Gibbs is leaning over the top of the wall. McGee is stationed at the wall above the blocked entrance, not far from the unsuspecting enemy shooters. We watch as our boss raises his left hand slowly and then the shooting begins.
Shots are fired from three different directions, bullets bouncing off metal skips and burying themselves in brick walls. One by one, the enemy shooters drop dead in their track. Finally, all of them appear dead, so I watch as McGee and Gibbs get down from their walls. I am about to come out of hiding when I see somebody.
One of the shooters, clutching a bleeding shoulder with one hand and a gun in the other is creeping up behind Tony, who is slumped against the trashcan, exhausted.
"DiNozzo, DUCK!" I yell.
Confused, Tony drops to the ground. Once he's out of the way, I engage myself in a fire fight with the remaining gunman. He finally dies, but not before one of his bullets has grazed my cheek.
I slowly clamber out of the vent, my body stiff from being cramped up for so long. I begin to run over to Tony who's eyes light up when he sees me. I fling myself at him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my nose in his shoulder. He holds me close, telling me that's he's ok.
"You're an idiot, Anthony DiNozzo," I whisper, "A real big one too. You know that don't you?"
Tony strokes my injured cheek slowly, and plants a kiss on it before replying.
"Yeah, I know."