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Working for NCIS came with risks, every federal agent, Naval or not, knew that. They were well aware of what kind of life they were giving up to help protect their country. The knowledge that something bad could happen always lingered in the back of every agent's mind. The realisation, however, sometimes never really registered.
The thoughts would ring out Well I'm careful, this would never happen to me. But it could, and it does. (Y/N), if she wasn't in so much pain, would laugh at her naivety. It was only twenty-five minutes ago that she was thinking about her plans for the evening, and whether or not she could convince Jethro to join her for a drink after work.
Despite rule twelve, Gibbs and (Y/N) had been dating for a while. It had gone swimmingly until it hadn't. The last few weeks had been tense, they ignored each other in the mornings and only just spoke when necessary during working hours. (Y/N) couldn't even remember what had caused such tension between them, she wished she had apologised now.
She had been assigned to survey a warehouse, it had long since been abandoned but Gibbs, with the evidence found by Abby, thought that the suspect they were hunting may be hiding out here. It had taken three days, and she was almost about to call it quits, before the suspect had shown up. However, instead of being alone like it had been predicted, the suspect had turned up with a hostage in tow.
(Y/N) quickly shot a text to the rest of the MCRT before rushing the building, following the suspect through the entrance that he used. The warehouse was even more desolate inside than it had orginially presented.
The pipes on the wall were rusted and leaking mysterious fluid on to the ground. The main lights no longer worked She had tried to be as stealthy as possible but the chirp of her phone's low battery alarm had revealed her position.
The suspect shot bullets rapidly and maniacally in her direction, hitting anything and everything that he could. One had lodged in her vest, knocking her to the ground. In the mania, the hostage managed to slip away, leaving only (Y/N) and her attacker left.
Still stunned for the shock of the bullet being lodged in her vest, (Y/N) was powerless as the suspect stalked over to her. By the time she felt like she could move again, he had already taken his stance over top of her, gun pointed directly at her head.
"You shouldn't have followed me, Agent." He said, moving his hand quickly, pulling the trigger simultaneously. The metal missed the vest and lodged itself into her left shoulder and her thigh.
The pain was burning hot. The shock temporarily blinded her; by the time she had the strength to open her eyes, the suspect had already left, leaving her by herself.
She tentatively lifted her right hand up to her wounded arm. The blood flowed quickly and freely. (Y/N) tried to lift herself up but failed as pain in her leg reminded her of her other wound. She crumpled into herself as she fell.
(Y/N) took a deep breath to calm herself, trying to invoke her NCIS training. Focus on the next step: survive. She knew that she wasnt getting out of her alone, she needed help. She needed Gibbs.
Febly, she took her phone out of her pocket and pressed the power button. She waited for the screen to light up. It didn't. She tried again, and again, and again. Nothing.
With what little energy she had left, she launched her phone at the wall. The little device a reminder of what help she could no longer get. With the phone gone, all she could do now was wait; wait and hope that her team would find her. Hope that Jethro wouldn't abandon her completely.