Band on the Run

The Team in Somalia.

Ziva sat tied to the chair, her hair matted with her own blood, her eye half closed or was it open, the taste of spit, and iron from her own blood made her feel so sick. She knew her time had come and that she had no-one but herself to blame. She thought of Tony, maybe she should have been nicer, it hadn't been his fault, he had been following orders, as she herself had done. If I ever get out of here…..

Stuck inside these four walls, never seeing no-one nice again like you, if I ever get out of here.

"Hey, you got to watch it, and thanks for volunteering me." McGee shouted over the noise of the jeep engine.

"C'mon, McSweaty, thought you joined NCIS to travel, and I hope you are having fun?"

"Yes Tony, but in my own time."

"Are you crazy, you could never afford this, and hey," as they hit another sand dune, "Did you know that Sahara in Arabic is desert? So the Sahara Desert means desert desert. That's a lot of sand."

"Well I think we just fell into the sand and the sun," Tim replied as he looked up and saw the guns pointed at them.

….. as we fell into the sun, and the first one said to the second one there I hope you're having fun.

Tony looked across at Ziva, she had seen better days. She stared at him, her eyes dead, lifeless.

"You got captured ... on purpose?" she whispered.

"Yeah, McGee wanted to see a bit of life, but see he's sleeping on the job again."

"But Tony, these people are killers." Ziva continued.

"Know that, and that is why we have to stay alive long enough to not get dead." Tony smiled back.

"Well if we ever do get out of this alive, I'll kill you with a paper clip," Ziva replied now giving a watery smile.

"Hey, good to see you haven't lost your sense of humour, and if I may say Jewel in the Nile, maybe we could go there on our way home."

"Very funny Tony," they heard a voice speak from the floor, "I think I've had enough sand for one year.

-oOo-

Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh seeing no one else had come….

Ducky paced autopsy, he just hoped and prayed that it would not end in four body bags being returned to Washington. He just could not bear to loose, a friend in Jethro. In fact the whole of Gibbs' team, NCIS would be a poorer place; he knew Abigail was in deep depression, he had offered to take her to dinner, buy her caf-pow, but she had shook her head and continued to look at her cell.

"Maybe they are in a cell Duks, rotting in some hell whole. I'll never see them again." She had wailed.

…..the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down. In the town they're searching for us everywhere, but we never will be found.

The door opened and one of the terrorists rushed in, "Questions are being asked in
town about missing NCIS agents, concern that U. might mobilize."

"We need to move out, but first I have some unfinished business to attend to." Saleem replied.

And a bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run.

"You realise that you will not get out of here alive?" Saleem questioned, again looking at Tony.

"Oh I know that, but hey is that not gunfire I hear, and if I am not wrong, as I can't lie, our Boss," as Tony looked at their jailor and smiled, "Our Boss, Very Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs…. he was a Gunnery Sergeant, a Marine…."

Tony didn't finish speaking, as the sound of a bullet whizzed past his ear and hit their jailer. Saleem fell to the ground, the blood oozing from the hole in his head, "Oh yes forgot to say that Sailor Sam, was a sniper," DiNozzo continued smugly.

-oOo-

And the Director, he didn't hold a grudge; he had never thought they could or would have pulled it off, he knew that Team Gibbs was good and that they pulled together, but it would have been nice to see some action but Vance, he was more a desk agent than a fighter, but he knew he would look forever more to get Agents like Gibbs, and his team.