They all shrank back as far into the wall was they could manage. A few seconds later a skinny, tattoo covered, Hispanic man came running into the basement. He was waving 9mm gun around. He stopped short when he saw Bones. "Madre del Dios…" he breathed. He started murmuring a hasty Hail Mary. After a few moments he looked farther into the cell. "Rosalind? Agents? Hello, Bruja de las Hermanas?" An unholy hiss issued from Rosalind's mouth, giving McGee goose bumps.
The hiss caused the man to look up. It was too dark for him to see the captives, but he did see their eyes, which were reflecting the meager light: the top right were ice blue, the bottom right bright green, the bottom left shimmering gold, and the top left a strange mossy grey/green color. "Demonios…" he whispered, taking a step back and fighting not to faint.
Rosalind started chanting. Gibbs and Tony didn't know it, but Tim could hear/feel her breath being shaped by her mouth. Movement caught the attentions of the agents and the gang member. Bones' left hand had lifted, out from under the right, and towards the Hispanic, in an almost pleading manor. "AAAHHHHHH!" His scream was high and bloodcurdling. The hairs that had not risen on the agents' necks and arms when Bones had moved rose. The poor shmuck ran from the basement, screaming the whole way.
The yelling and gunfire continued for a few minutes more before a large team entered the basement. "Gibbs? Tony? McGee?" called a beautiful, dark haired woman with an accent.
"Ziva! Over here!" Tony was more excited than Rosalind had ever seen him. He tried to wiggle out from under Gibbs, head-first out of the wall. Gibbs held him back until he thought of a safer way to get out. When his feet hit the ground, he was at the bars within seconds, nearly tripping over Bones. He very hastily stumbled away, giving the dead man a wide berth.
"Tony!" the woman called Ziva all but squealed.
Thump… Thump. Tim's and Gibbs' feet struck the dirt covered floor. The government and navy officials had the bars ripped away within moments. Tim turned and looked behind him. Did Rosalind need help? She was crouching a little behind the opening, a look of apprehension on her face. "Rosa?" He hadn't realized he had shortened her name until she raised her eyebrows in response. He blushed. She smiled at him, and then looked at all the people going about their business, and her smile faltered.
"They'll throw me in jail, Tim. I'm a gang member! I've aided in so many get aways it's ridiculous! I was practically their priestess! I don't stand a chance!" Her voice wavered.
"We won't let them." Gibbs came up behind Tim, and tried to comfort the woman that had kept them all sane.
Tim came closer and reached up for her hand. She reached down and gave it to him. "I won't let them." he whispered to her. She drew a shuttering breath and nodded. She did need help down, her leg was severely bruised and aggravated, and threatened to buckle.
Ducky strolled in, amazingly calm in the chaos. He spared only an interested glance in Bones' direction before picking up his pace and hurrying over to examine his lost-and-found agents. Gibbs told him he was fine, Tony didn't like being fussed over by the doctor, and Tim insisted that Rosa be looked over before Ducky looked at him. She had severe bruised ribs, right leg, and her jaw was turning a lovely black and blue shade. Tim was just as fine as Gibbs and Tony.