love story

He could feel her chest rising up from underneath him. Her breathing becoming more rapid as he put more weight on her. He looked at her face, scratched and bloody, then looked into her eyes. He could see the tears welling up in them, the water giving them a darker grey appearance. At that moment he heard the all clear.

"Nice shot boss!"

He gave a relived sigh and lifted her up onto her feet.

" Zivah are you okay? Hey look at me, are you okay?" he felt her body crumble to the floor. He caught her and lowered them both on the concrete. He pulled her into his chest and let her stain his shirt with a shower of tears. He looked around for his probational agent.

"Hey...Probie.....Oi FRENCH!!"

Chloe french turned her head in the direction of her boss.

"YEAH BOSS" She yelled from the other side of the warehouse. Gibbs sighed.

"Find Tony.....What are you waiting for?..NOW!"

French didn't like it when Gibbs yelled at her. it made her feel like she wasn't a respected member of the team, what with Tony always making fun of her and Ziva always making her do her paperwork, she felt helpless and slightly bullied. Not that she would ever admit it, to anyone... Ever. Chloe met her bosses gaze and she flicked her golden hair out of her blue eyes and continued towards the big wooden door. The door had lots of strange markings on it. It looked like Hebrew. 'Good thing I'm fluent in Hebrew then isn't it?' She thought to herself.

Chloe French was more then what met the eye. On the surface her smooth baby face, long blonde hair and tall figure gave her the appearance of a helpless princess who was always getting into trouble, when in reality she was fluent in Hebrew, Gaelic, Spanish, Italian and several other languages including Latin, she could hack even the most complex of computing software and had a PhD in forensic science. The only person who knew all this was Gibbs and apparently, he couldn't give a dam in her opinion.

She studied the door really hard and made out  'מוות לאמריקאים, יחי א'. She was aware that her bosses eyes hadn't left her so she turned and said;

"Boss it says 'Death to Americans, long live Allah.' " She saw Gibbs' expression go from composed to worry and back to composure. He nodded his head towards the door as if to tell her to keep going. French turned her attention back towards the door. It was cool to the touch. She twisted the big metal lock until she heard the unmistakable 'click' of it unlocking. She pushed it but it was very heavy. She put all her weight on it and, with a final push the door began to sing open. French cringed as the door creaked on its hinges. She froze. Just out the corner of her eye she noticed a figure. Too big to be Tony, plus the figure had a gun to hand.She saw the figure move towards her. Chloe tapped her hip holster.

"Dammit.. Are you actually kidding me? I left my gun in the car." She whispered to herself before whispering sheepishly to Gibbs, "Boss can i borrow your gun please?"

"We are having words... If we get out of here." Gibbs said sliding his SIG across the floor to French.Chloe gulped, grabbed the gun and slowly made her way round the door, being careful to stay in the shadows,. at the last minute the figure saw her. He raised his gun up. She saw it was a SA80. The man aimed and a shot rang out. Chloe rolled over onto her stomach and took her shot. It was a perfect head shot, but that didn't surprise her as another one of her talents was that she had amazing marksmanship. Chloe ran over to the man, kicked his gun to the other side of the room and checked his pulse. there was no point, she knew he he was dead, but, protocols were protocols after all. 

The first thing she noticed about the room was the smell. A mixture of mud, urine and blood hit her at once. She held back the vomit that was forming in the back of her throat and carried on. It was dark. The only light was coming in through a small window on the west wall. the light didn't help an awful lot, so Chloe took out her NCIS issued flashlight and, with the aid of the light, she made out a figure hanging loosely on a chair. She ran over to where the semi-conscious Senior Field Agent Tony DiNozzo was chained up. The first thing she did was check his pulse. It took a while but she eventually felt his faint throbbing pulse from underneath her fingers. She gave a relieved sigh. 'Half the battle won at least' she thought to herself. She looked at the lock that had been used to chain him up. 'Amateurs' she thought smugly to herself and reached up into her hair and ripped out a slide. She winced slightly at the pain of her yanking her own hair out of her head, picked out the strands of stray hair from the slide and began to furiously pick the padlock. It didn't take her 30 seconds before to padlock just fell off.' Nailed it' she thought to herself. She tore the chains off Tony and caught him before her hit the floor.

" Chloe.... Thank you." His voice was ragged and came out as barely a whisper. "Where is Ziva? Chloe this is important. Where is she? I have to tell her her i feel. i love her Chloe. I really do."

Chloe blinked. She was confused but didnt have the time to think about it before Tony blacked out in her arms.