Do I really need to say this? I don't own... quite obviously.
"Holy-" Tony said as he watched the van explode. Then him, McGee, and Gibbs ran towards the van.
The second van had been thrown onto its top by the force of the explosion, and the men inside were trying to get out.
Tony didn't know why they were running towards the van. The explosion was huge, violent, and he knew no one could have lived through it.
So he almost passed out of surprise when a woman with singed hair stepping out of the smoke, half carrying Ziva. Neither of them were bleeding, burned, or even seemed to be seriously hurt.
Before anyone could reach them, they had disappeared in to the woods. Tony didn't think, just ran after them.
As he entered the woods, everything went quiet.
"Ziva!" he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth, but his voice seemed to be absorbed by the air around him.
"Go back, Tony."
Tony spun around "Ziva?" he yelled.
"Go back. This is not your fight."
He spun around and around, looking for Ziva. It was her voice, he knew it. Even though it didn't sound like her.
"How can it not be my fight?" he asked.
"You are not Special."
"Tony!"
Tony turned toward the voice, and saw multiple men holding large rifle type weapons. They ran past him and further into the woods.
"What just happened?" Tony asked.
"I have no idea," Abby said, her eyes wide. "It's impossible to have been in that van when it exploded and survive, never mind with hardly any injuries!" She shook her head. "What I do know, though, is that the bullet in Ziva's friends head matches the other guy's gun."
McGee listened quietly, nodding. "And, according to Ducky's report, the marine died from a brain aneurism."
Gibbs walked in. "So you're telling me that he shot 'Flash' in the back of the head then has a brain aneurism and dies?" he said.
"Unless you have a different theory." Abby said sadly. "It just doesn't seem likely..."
"Ya think, Abbs?" Gibbs shook his head. "And then Ziva. She's not a terrorist, but right now she's on the run with minimum of four other people wanted for terrorism. No, kids wanted for terrorism! That boy with the computer, he couldn't be more than fifteen years old."
"Speaking of that, I've been trying to identify those people. All I've had luck with is the boy, though. His name is Micah Sanders, orphaned, son of Daniel Lawrence Hawkins, suspected of murdering his crew and robbing a suspected mob leader of two million dollars. He was caught and arrested, but somehow managed to escape. He was shot and killed.
"His mother is Niki Sanders. She turned herself in for the murders Hawkins was suspected of, and was arrested. She showed extreme, random aggression, and was suspected to have multiple personality disorder. Here's the thing, though; when the physiatrist tried to bring her other personality out, she broke her restraints. Those things could hold an elephant. She died in a fire in New Orleans after she was cleared."
"She confessed to multiple murders, and she was just released?" McGee asked.
"A man on death row confessed. A very talented lawyer, higher by Linderman, got the rest sorted out." Abby explained. "I'm still trying to identify the others."
"Hurry up, Abbs. That Danko guy is upstairs right now trying to get the case handed over to them. Apparently, the marine was working for them at the time of his death."
"He was working when he shot someone in the back of the head?"
"Apparently."
Tony jogged in. "Some guy is coming to talk to you, Boss. He works with Danko, and he want to clear some stuff up with you."
A man with a very nice suit and a prominent chin walked in. "Hello. I'm looking for Agent Gibbs?"
"That would be me. Who are you?" Gibbs said, shaking hands with him.
"My name is Nathan Petrelli. I'm the head of Homeland security, and I've been informed that Agent Danko has been acting very... disrespectful of NCIS well trying to get your team to hand over your current case."
Gibbs snorted. "Disrespectful is accurate. He's been saying we can handle this case."
"Wait... are you Senator Nathan Petrelli?" McGee asked.
"Yes. And I really believe this agency deserves more respect, so I'm going to fully brief you and your team, agent Gibbs, on what we're doing."
So... I'll get the next chapter up... when I finish.