As soon as the high had come on, it had gone a few minutes later. They continued until Tony had memorized every smell Abby had for him. Right after, with impeccable timing, Gibbs calls Tony upstairs, and asks for Abby to stay with Duck, as new acting bodyguard. He's no fool; he knows she can defend Ducky and herself.

Tony arrives in the bullpen a few minutes later, grinning triumphantly at knowing he's got a skill under his belt that none of his team can top. Well, another anyways, next to his movie proficiency. "Yeah Boss, you wanted t'see me?"

Gibbs raises a brow at the grin, which he ignores as he speaks. "McGee got a lead on one of the vans. You're going with us to check it out." Gibbs reaches into his drawer to gather his items as McGee and Ziva do the same, leaving Tony to rush over and gather his things up quickly. Gibbs tosses the keys to McGee, Tony giving a little groan at this. He wanted to drive.

Once in the van, Tony, in the backseat, leans forward. "So, what was the hit? Where we goin'?"

McGee looks to his side, spotting Tony's head. Thankful it's not furry at the moment, he answers. "A warehouse. Before you speak, it's not abandoned; it belongs to the guy who we think has been going after everyone."

"I have a recommendation for you guys," Tony says. "Send me in first. Since I can take a few shots, you guys'll be safe when the action starts."

"No," Gibbs answers immediately. "Just because you don't die easy, doesn't mean you have to sacrifice yourself. That's not how we work." He glares at Tony. "No playing hero on my team."

"Whaaat? It's not like I'm gonna try to get shot!" He puts his hands up in defense, which causes him to be thrown forward as McGee has to hit the brakes.

"Dammit DiNozzo, wear your seat belt!"

Ziva grins, but pulls Tony up, speaking now. "We are not dealing with just one person. It was a team that took out Ducky's house; we counted five on the video, but there may be more."

"Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. There's always more back at their home base. They're like.. ants.. from a mound." Tony wrinkles his nose.

Ziva shakes her head. "I suppose you are going to squish them, yes?"

"As many as I can." He grins, and when Gibbs looks at him, gets a head-smack.

"Control that, Tony. You're changing again."

Tony looks in the rearview mirror, concentrates as hard as he can, and slowly changes back to his human self. "Heh, whups."

"We enter there," Gibbs points to a door, heading for it once everyone's with him. He pulls out his gun, everyone following suit; tries the door-finds it's open.

"Either they're expecting us or they're idiots," Tony whispers, and once they're inside, looks around, cautiously taking the lead. "I'll be careful Boss, promise."

Sure enough, as they navigate enough into the warehouse, the sound of bullet hail thunders out, making all agents duck. Tony, being in the lead, takes aim first, takes out one of the apparently three guys that are after them. Ziva gets another with one shot, and McGee takes four shots to take down the last. It's not over, though; they hear more guys running toward them, and Tony spots one of them holding a machine gun. "Oh, shit." He decides whether to stay human with his friends and continue fighting, or charging in wolf to take them out. Then again, Fornell's bullet barrage really hurt. He grits his teeth and waves his hand. "Fall back! Hide!" He goes with his team, not out of fear, but for them.

Tony and Gibbs are behind one corner; across the path, Ziva and McGee are behind another. McGee looks incredibly nervous; Ziva has an anxious murderous expression on her face; Gibbs's face shows anger, annoyance; careful planning. Tony groans and lifts his gun up again, ducking his head out to see where the attackers are-but yanking it back in a second later as the machine gun pelts the goods where he was.

Gibbs looks at Tony, narrowing his eyes. "Machine gun?" he whispers incredulously. "Tony, we'll keep him busy here. Go around behind them and take 'em out."

[Now why didn't I think of that?] "Gotcha Boss." Tony looks around; he sees no way to go around. He grins to himself; he'll just go.. over. He can't climb the pallets as he is, so with a quick burst of energy, he shifts to wolf form-glad he got a suit a size larger-and leaps onto the pallets. A bullet rips through his arm as he surfaces; a lone gunman from the corner of the building spots him. Growling, Tony gets to all fours, moving in a zig-zag to avoid bullets as he races toward the man. He stops as the man drops the gun and runs, Tony turning to the plight of his friends.

McGee groans as the bullets continue flying their way. He hasn't made a move yet-every time he dares to, behind Ziva, enemy fire scares him back into his spot. [Stop being such a wimp, McGee!] He finally whips around and fires several bullets, dropping one of the men. He experiences a short victory as a bullet grazes his shoulder. It burns, but he'll be fine. He grabs it anyways, out of reflex, hissing in pain.

Back on the other end, Tony picks up the location of their assailants through the sound of the gunfire, the smell of all the gunpowder, and and sound of McGee's hiss. Yes, his hearing is much better than it used to be. Ears flattening as he releases a low, rumbling growl, he races for the men, leaping down on them from behind. He takes out first the man working the machine gun, punching the man's stomach-not realizing he'd hit the man hard enough to rupture his digestive tract and slip a few discs in his spin. He growls at the others, grabbing the machine gun in his mouth and biting down hard until it cracks and the metal compacts. As the men begin to run, he crouches, leaps and lans on the other side, snarling. "BACK up!"

"Freeze, NCIS!" Gibbs, Ziva and McGee approach from the other side, guns drawn, with Tony blocking the only other exit. "Hands up, line up against the containers!" Gibbs motions to the wall formed by the containers, and when some hesitate due to a large, heavily-breathing wolfman to their side, Tony growls low in his throat-they make no more opposition and do as Gibbs said.

Tony stands to his full height, as he was slightly hunched before. He pulls cuffs from his pocket and helps the others cuff the 5 men that are still alive-the machine gun operator has bled into himself, which Tony just notices now. "Wh-uh, Boss.." Tony points to him. "I only punched him."

"You're a bit stronger like that, you know," Ziva reminds him as she cuffs the man nearest her. "Well, a bit more. Than a bit."

Tony laughs nervously. "Right. I'll have to remember that." He looks at the people, then walks over to Gibbs. "I'm gonna head back over here and change," he whispers, before heading away from the scene to shift back into his human form. He returns, feeling a dull pain in his upper left arm; but McGee notices and points. "Tony, you're bleeding!"

"Huh?" Tony looks at the bullet wound and groans. "So that's what that was. Crap." He puts a hand over it to suppress the bleeding; he sees that his arm is actually soaked. "Now that you mention it.. I do feel a little dizzy."

"McGee, call an ambulance for DiNozzo. Ziva, watch them." He spots McGee's grazed arm under the slightly bloodied sleeve. McGee's just getting off the phone. "Good, McGee. You go with him and get your arm checked."

McGee nods and goes over to check on Tony, who has sat down and is leaning his head back, eyes closed, as he keeps hold on his arm to stop the bleeding. It's slowing. "Tony? Hey, c'mon man, you gotta stay awake."

Tony lets out a sigh. "Y'can relax, McNervous. I'm feelin' fine. If I open my eyes, the dizzy is gonna make me throw up on you. Got it?"

"Yeah. Want some help.. with your arm?" He looks at the mass of blood and frowns. It's a good amount, plus what he can only imagine is Tony's, over where he attacked the shooters.

"Naaaah." Tony grins, eyes still closed. "This doesn't really hurt.. just makes me feel all funny inside." He chuckles. "Kinda feel high again."

McGee looks over in concern at Gibbs, who is just coming over. Gibbs bends down to check on his agent, determining him to be 'fine, just being Tony' before heading outside with McGee to wait while Ziva guards the men.

After a simple blood transfusion and getting his arm wrapped up, Tony is just fine. He's given some pain mediciation to take home, a wink from one of the attractive nurses he'd been flirting with, and a head-slap for starting to chase after her.

"Right, sorry Boss. Let's go see McGee." They head over to see McGee, who's just walking towards them. He's got a patch on his arm.

"Hey Probie, how're ya feelin'?"

"Better than you. It was just a graze." He looks at the white gauze patch, then at Tony's 5-inch around-the-arm bandage.

"Yeah, but I bet they didn't give you pain meds." He laughs and rattles the bottle in his pocket. "Now, how 'bout we get back to those guys who were at us earlier?"

"Yup. Let's head back." Gibbs turns to head for the exit, Gibbs and Tony following close behind.

"Tony, McGee, are you okay?" Abby is waiting for the two in the bullpen, giving them both a hug when they arrive. "I heard you guys got shot!"

"We're fine, Abbs," Tony says. "Taken care of already."

McGee raises a brow at Tony's reaction. Normally, he'd milk this. Especially an actual gunshot. "Tony, you sure you're okay?"

"Course I am, McGee." Tony sits down at his desk, pulls a candy bar from the drawer, unwraps it and sticks it in his mouth. "Mmm, shfokwiy," he says, speaking while he chews on it, still holding it in his mouth without use of his hands. He places his feet on the desk and leans back, staring at the bar and laughing.

"Uh, Tony.. did you take any of those pain pills on the way back?" At Tony's 'uh-huh' McGee nods. "Well, that solves one mystrery. I'm going to go check on interrogation." At this, Abby gives a little hop.

"Is Gibbs interrogating? I want to come watch!" Without waiting for an answer from McGee, she trots over to him to go down with him.

His face flushes a bit as she sidles up next to him, remembering what they'd done not long ago in her lab. Not a word about it has been said since. However, as they get into the interrogation viewing room, Abby's hand takes McGee's. He looks over at Abby, who is looking at him out of the corner of her eyes, as though hinting at him. He smiles hopefully. "Abby?"

"Tonight," is all she says, turning back to the window. She smiles as she feels McGee heat up a bit; squeezing her hand a bit more tightly.

Inside the interrogation room, they see the answer that all the gunmen had given Gibbs-they're only hired guns. At the threat of 'releasing the wolves', all the men had given a name-the same one. They have their next lead.

"Wang? Really, his name is Wang?" Tony sniggers as they drive to their next destination, hopefully to drag this murderous bastard in.

Gibbs is driving, Ziva has shotgun and McGee is in the back with Tony. McGee nods and recites the information from memory. "Richard Wang, more commonly called.." McGee pauses and sighs, knowing what's coming up next. "..Dick Wang, is-" He's interrupted by Tony, who starts laughing.

"Dick Wang? Dick Wang? Seriously? No, it can't be possible! To have a name that bad..!" He starts laughing again, but Gibbs reaches back and head-slaps Tony. "Right. Continue, McJoker."

McGee shakes his head and continues. "Wang is known for being an arms supplier. He buys, sells, routes, and some say, collects all different types of weapons. We haven't had an address for him yet, until our recent suspects named him as their contractor." McGee pauses, looking out the front window. "Why would Wang want Ducky dead?"

"Don't know, McGee. We're gonna find out." Gibbs pulls into the parking space in front of the office building Wang is supposedly in, unloading from the black car.

Into the building. Up the elevator. Into Wang's assistant's office. A flash of the warrant, Ziva and McGee's guns drawn as they head in. There's Wang, sitting at his desk, phone in hand and just finishing the word 'rifles'. He silences immedately, telling the other man he'll call him back.

"Can I help you?" He asks, standing up slowly.

"Yes, you can. Hands on your head. Richard Wang, you're under arrest for attempted murder and suspicion of being an arms dealer." Tony walks over, pulling Wang's hands behind his back to cuff him. Behind Wang's back, he silently takes a whiff of Wang; he matches the smell of the man to the smell each gunman had had on them. [Oh, this is definitely him.]

"Murder? Weapons? What kind of unfounded allegations are these?" Wang glares at Gibbs angrily, but in return, Gibbs only returns the look with a hard stare.

"Dunno, ask your buddies you hired," Gibbs replies, gaze catching the slight shock in Wang's eyes. He turns to head for the door once Tony has him. "Let's go."