"He's going into the school!"
Tony pushed through open the front door of the small house as the words of Ziva rang into his ear. Due to the hot April afternoon, sweat streaked down his face like a downpour. Blinking away dry liquid, he swiveled his head around, suddenly locking on a struggling Ziva. Her efforts to stand up from her sitting position were without success, so with lightning speed, he dashed to her aid.
"Are you alright?" he breathed, grabbing her hand gently and helping her to her feet.
"He went into the school Tony, Absalom went in the school!" Distress flooded her eyes, her body shook with discomfort.
"What!" turning around to see Carlee racing out of the door.
"What happened?" she panted.
"Get in the car!" He yelled, quickly leading Ziva to the curb the sat next to him. Quickly sitting her down, he backed away.
"Tony." Ziva cried, her eyes swelling up, yet she let no tears fall down her face.
"Ziva, please. You have to stay here. Tell Gibbs where we went." Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, he raced to the car, Carlee already in the passenger's side, and pressed on the gas, speeding away.
Stalking through the cold halls, gun drawn, Tony eyes flicked back and forth, from room to room.
The school had issued a code blue, which caused all the children of the middle school to rush to a classroom, the teachers to hide the kids, lock the door, close the blinds, and guard the children with their lives.
When arriving at the school, the two federal agents flashed their badges into the security camera; the locked door to the main building was unlocked for them. A cowering group of students and staff greeted them with wet eyes. Carlee filled in the frightened principal, whose make up had streamed down her face from crying for fear of the school's children safety, about who the man was and who they were. Tony stared at the camera monitor, searching the empty halls for signs of the intruder. A sudden movement at the far end of the school's east wing caught his eye.
"I found him!" Tony had almost yelled. All of the staff had looked over at him giving him an almost relived glare.
"Come on Carlee." Tony had stated, busting through the office door and out into the main hallway.
He had arrived where he was now minutes before. He expected the rest of the team had arrived at the school, but he pushed that in the back of his mind. He suddenly saw Carlee's twitching head, indicating she had found the rouge Mossad agent. She pointed to the girls' bathroom, her knowing he was in there, Tony didn't know, but he trusted her skills now.
Stepping to the side of the door, a smell hit his nose. Carlee's perfume made his eyes widen, making him breath in the sweet flower scent.
"That smells so good!" he whispered, even though he knew this situation did not call for any side comments, he had to say it.
"Me?" Carlee asked in a hushed voice.
"Yeah!" he almost smiled back.
"Do you really think this is appropriate now?" she put in, he ear almost on the door listening inside of the closed off bathroom.
"If I had dying words to tell Ziva, I would tell her to buy whatever you are using! Tell me what it is!"
"DiNozzo! Really?" Carlee said in a shocked whisper.
"Just tell me and I will shut up."
"It's called Flower Herds. Now shut up and come on." With a satisfied sigh, Tony brought his gun to his chest and pushed into the bathroom. This was not his first time inside a girl's bathroom. When in grade school, he had snuck into one on a dare. He had stood on the toilet to long, and had lost balance, falling into the disgusting water. His luck had seemed to fall with him, for a teacher had happened to walk in at the same moment as his embarrassing plunge. No recess for two weeks.
There was also that time with Ziva… but let's move away from that. He thought.
Taking a few soft steps inside, he pointed his gun as he rounded the corner. What he found made anger boil inside his body.
There stood Absalom, large gun in hand, pointed a small red headed girl, who coward in fear.