Tony watched on the screen as the bastard shot his wife and hit her. He couldn't take it anymore. "We have to get in there." Tony said, walking away from the screen.
"But it looks like they booby trapped the door and window." The man in a suit said. "If we send anyone in there, they'll get blown to pieces."
"He's blowing my wife to pieces!" Tony protested angrily.
"If you don't calm down I will have you removed from the premises."
Tony couldn't stop himself, he grabbed the man by the lapel of his suit and pushed him up against the back of a truck. "Who the hell are you to make this decision? She may be just another agent to you, but Charity is my wife and she's pregnant with my child!"
"I'm the Secretary of the Navy." The man answered. "And there's a lot more at risk than just your wife and baby."
Burley grabbed Tony by the shoulders and pulled him away. He then looked at the Secretary of the Navy. "If you're worried about national security because of whatever is in those files, then that means we need to get in there right away." Burley said.
"But how do you propose we do that?"
"We go in through the heating duct." Ziva spoke up looking back and forth from the screen to the blue prints.
The men all looked at the screen and the blue prints. "But that's too small for any man to crawl through." Burley said.
"Any man yes." Ziva replied. "But for a woman, no. I'll go in through the heating duct, then once I take them out and disarm the bombs on the door and window, you can have a team waiting to get them out."
They quickly pulled together a plan. Ziva changed quickly into a black outfit that fit like a second skin, needing the tight clothes to make it even easier for her to fit through the duct work. She carried very few weapons and wore a small tracking device and a headset. McGee had a map of the duct work pulled up on his computer so that he could give Ziva directions.
Tony and Burley along with a few FBI agents, were on the team that would be going inside to get Charity and the others out. There were also a couple of coremen to help with medical treatment.
Ziva climbed in an entrance to the duct work from the outside of the building. She then began to crawl straight forward. After a few moments, she came to a fork in the duct work. "Okay, where do I go from here, McGee?" she whispered.
"Turn right." McGee answered. "Then in about twenty feet you'll need to go up."
Inside...
Hakim paced the room in front of them. He was growing very impatient. Jenny looked over at Charity. She was breathing heavy and her face was even paler than usual and her eyes were closed. "Charity, are you alright?" She asked.
"I'll be fine." Charity answered, her voice strained.
Hakim walked back over to kneel in front of Jenny. "It looks like she's lying to you director." He told Jenny. "She's fading fast. If you tell me where those files are, I can let her go and get medical treatment."
"Don't give the bastard anything." Charity told Jenny.
"Looks like someone wants to die." Hakim said, looking at Charity. He then stood up and moved so that he was directly in front of Charity. He held his gun so that it was pointed at Charity's head.
Charity looked up at him. Even though she was feeling woosy and there were spots in her vision, her blue eyes were blazing with defiance. She didn't say a word.
Hakim looked at Jenny. "Her life is in your hands director. Now where are those files?"
Jenny looked at him, defiantly. "Leave her alone. You've already done enough."
"Looks like your director doesn't care about you, Charity." Hakim said. "Do you have any last words."
Charity was still looking at him. She happened to see the vent in the wall behind him. She saw it coming undone and then being pulled back. She then saw Ziva in the vent, a knife in her hand. "Yeah, I do have some last words for you. Enjoy hell." She answered, her voice coming out much stronger than she felt.
Just as Hakim was about to pull the trigger, Ziva threw her knife. The knife landed in the back of his neck. Hakim dropped the gun and fell to his knees, his hand on his neck. After a few more moments, he fell to a crumpled heap limp and lifeless on the ground.
Ziva jumped out of the heating duct and quickly took out the other two men. Then she disabled the bombs that had been put on the door and window. "Alright, the door and window are clear." She said iver her headset. Then she walked over to Jenny, Charity, and Fornell. "Are you three alright?" She asked.
"Just peachy." Charity answered. "A bullet in the leg, it's nothing."
Ziva uncuffed the trio. Then she started to apply pressure to the wound on Charity's knee. After a few more moments, Tony, Burley, and the others came in. Tony rushed over to his wife. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Alright." Charity answered, taking in a gasp of air. She had sweat covering her face. "It's a flesh wound."
The coremen made Ziva move aside and started to work on Charity. Not much longer later, Charity was being carried out on a stretcher and loaded into the back of an ambulance. Tony rode in the back with her.
Tony held Charity's hand the entire ride to the hospital. Once they arrived, Tony was made to stay in the waiting room while they took Charity back to the operating room. He couldn't sit down or stand still. He paced the length of the small room, sending up silent prayers for Charity and his baby to be okay.