Hey guys, about the long update, I really just haven't had time to type it. Life is catching up and tackling me and I think it sent me rolling down a hill. Hopefully updates will become pretty regular from now on, but please bear with me if they're not.
I don't own NCIS. If I did, Jenny would be director, and not Vance the creepy dude…
But you really don't care what I do and don't own, so on with the important part:
Tim winced as Tony glared at him, but he held his ground. "We need help, Tony. We're just kids, we can't do it alone."
"But they said they'd kill them. We can't let them die!" Tony said.
The two continued on like this for several minutes, going back and forth and both growing close to tears. They were too young to really understand the situation, just that someone was going to kill both Kate and Ziva if Gibbs went after the men that kidnapped them. They were scared, tired, and confused.
"Boys," Gibbs said, stopping their fight. "I'm going to go after those men, and I'm going to bring your sisters back, okay?"
"But-" Tony started.
"No buts. I'll get 'em back, and that's a promise. I need you to stay here with Jenny until I come back." With that said, Gibbs stood up and walked towards the front of the wagon, unhitching the biggest of the horses, a black stallion, and jumping onto the horse's back.
"That's Thunder, Jethro's horse. He's the ranch stallion," Jenny explained as Gibbs galloped away.
"Ma'am, what if the bad guys kill Kate or Ziva when they see Mr. Gibbs coming?" Tim asked nervously.
"Well Tim, that's the thing about Jethro. They won't know he's coming."
Kate glanced at Ziva, who lay unconscious next to her in the back of a big wagon. She didn't know where they were going, only that when she and Ziva had tried to escape, one of the men had hit Ziva on the head with his gun and now Ziva wouldn't wake up. She was pretty sire that was called being unconscious.
The men were in the front of the wagon fighting. The two henchmen were seemingly unhappy with their portion of the money, but the ringleader wasn't budging. One of the men was mad that the ringleader had hurt Ziva, apparently the two lackeys just wanted to leave the girls by the tracks and let them go back to town. But the guy who was apparently in charge said that they were a "liability." She wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but she had a bad feeling that it wasn't good. They had been arguing since they left the train.
Suddenly, the ringleader pulled out a gun. Kate screamed as two gunshots rang out, and the two men that had been kind of on her and Ziva's side fell off the wagon. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to forget where she was, but that was impossible. Pain shot through her head as someone pulled her up by her hair and threw her out of the wagon. Opening her eyes again, she was just in time to roll out of the way as Ziva came flying towards her. She cringed as Ziva hit the ground hard.
"Alright, you little bitch," the man said. He kicked her in the ribs, which sent her flying across the hard packed dirt of the road. "Your ride is over." She moaned in pain as he kicked her again, and again. She didn't understand why he was mad at her, only that it hurt because he was. He just kept kicking her and hitting her over and over. As suddenly as they had begun, the blows stopped raining down on her.
When she opened her eyes seconds later, she saw the man kicking Ziva. "Wake up, you stupid bitch!" He shouted at her. Ziva gave no response, and that only seemed to anger him more. He kicked her harder.
"Stop it!" Kate groaned. "Stop, please! Don't hurt her!"
"Shut up!" The man roared, not stopping in his assault on Ziva. Kate bit her lip, and tasted blood, but she said nothing for several minutes. But when she heard the sickening crunch of bones breaking in Ziva's body, she couldn't stay quiet.
"Stop it, you monster! Why are you doing this?" She screamed.
The man turned to her and grinned evilly, drawing a knife. "Why?" He hissed. "Because I'm angry. I was an orphan too. I never got a home. If I didn't, why should you?" He lunged at her, starting a whole new attack.
Gibbs was galloping after the other wagon when he heard the shots ring out. He spurred Thunder faster, hoping he wasn't already too late.
Ziva's eyes fluttered open and she took in the scene around her quietly. She couldn't remember what sound had woken her up from her unconscious state, until she heard it again. Screaming. Blinking several times to clear her head, she tried to figure out who was screaming.
Looking to her left, she saw one of the men that had kidnapped them leaning over Kate, who was screaming. Ziva's mind snapped to attention when se realized it was Kate screaming. Her sister was being hurt, and she had to stop it. The question was how.
Kate cried out and tried to push herself away from the man as he made yet another cut on her arm with the now-red knife. Her mind was getting fuzzy, but every time she felt she would slip into the blackness, he made another mark and dragged her back to reality. She kept screaming and shouting, hoping someone would hear her. Hoping someone would help her.
Gibbs had been riding for almost twenty minutes when he heard the screaming. It was high-pitched and young sounding, and however morbid it sounded, he was glad that at least one of the girls had to be alive. He slowed Thunder to a steady walk and went until the screams sounded like they were coming from the cottonwood thicket right next to him. He dismounted and crouched low to the ground, creeping towards the sound.
Ziva glanced around her again, and saw a large tree branch lying on the ground several feet away. Silently, she stood up and grabbed it. If either Kate or the man saw her, they gave no indication if they did.
Gibbs stopped when he could see the man attacking one of the girls. He looked away for a moment to draw his gun, and when he looked back, another girl was right behind the man, a heavy-looking tree branch in her hand.
Kate saw movement behind the man, but her thoughts about whatever it was disappeared as he dug the knife into her arm.
Ziva raised the branch above and with all the strength left in her she brought it down towards the man's head, in the spot she had been trained to hit, letting out her own fierce cry as she did so. She watched as he fell on top of Kate, and stood panting for a moment before the blackness called her back to its depths. She dropped to the ground, exhausted.
Kate screamed as the man fell on top of her, limp, while another cry pierced the air. She screamed as she saw Ziva fall to the ground. And she screamed when another strange man burst into the clearing, holding a gun.
When he saw the smaller girl hit the attacker with the branch, Gibbs burst into the clearing, ready to shoot the man if he got back up. He didn't, and after kicking both the knife and gun away, he checked the man's pulse.
He didn't know how, but the girl had killed her sister's attacker. Gibbs stared at her for a moment before turning to the other girl, who was staring at him with terrified eyes. He pushed the dead man off of her and knelt down where she could see him.
"It's okay," he said gently. "You're safe now. Your brothers sent me. It' gonna be okay."
"My b-brothers?" The girl coughed out. "How do you know them? How do I know you're t-telling the t-truth?"
"I adopted them, all three of them, and your sister, too. Tim, Tony, Jimmy, and little Abby. They're back with my wife right now. I'm the sheriff 'round these parts. You're safe now. It's okay."
"You s-said that, already," she said. He knew her brothers. They were adopted. Abby was safe. She sighed in relief.
"Yeah, I know," he said with a small laugh. "Can you stand?"
"I don't know," the girl admitted. "I'm Kate, by the way."
"Well Kate, I'm Gibbs," he said. He stood up and helped her up. She was more than a bit unsteady, but with his help, he was able to get her to where Thunder stood waiting, not the least bit fazed by what was going on. Gibbs helped her up onto the horse, then returned for Ziva. When both girls were securely on the horse, he turned Thunder around and headed back the way he came, though at a much more controlled pace.
This time, he had precious cargo on board.