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The four of you prepared to enter the house of the suspect you were looking for. Tim and Tony should enter from the backdoor and Gibbs and you would enter through the front door.
At the command from Gibbs you all entered while shouting “NCIS! Federal Agents!” You checked all the rooms, but nobody was there. After all rooms were declared clear Gibbs ordered you “search the house for any hints where he can be.”
You fanned out to do as you were told as was Gibbs himself. Suddenly he stood still and listened while murmuring “there is something ticking.” You observed him slowly following the faint sound.
Then everything happened very rapidly.
Gibbs turned to the door yelling “there's a bomb! Run! Get out of here immediately!”
Everyone ran as fast as possible and managed to get out of the building. You yourself landed face forward in the grass and tried to protect your head. Shortly after your landing you felt a heavy weight land on your back.
Then there was a loud bang, fire, smoke and debris all around you. You tried to stand up, but you couldn't. The weight on your back was too heavy. It was pressing you into the ground, but you couldn't see what it was. Luckily Tim and Tony came running towards you. “Oh my god, Y/N! Gibbs! Are you okay?” Tony asked.
“Yes, but I can't stand up because of the heavy weight laying on me” you answered.
Tim looked at you and said “the firefighters and the ambulance are on their way, so hold on.”
“Okay. But please free me.”
Tony kneeled before you and spoke softly “please don't freak out. Gibbs is laying on top of you and he is unconscious. Apparently he tried to protect you and was hit hardly on the head. He's bleeding profusely. We will try to get him off you without hurting him further. So please stay calm.”
You gasped in shock “okay. Try your best.”
Then you were released and stood up. You checked Tim, Tony and yourself, but fortunately the three of you had only a few bruises, but you had to assure yourself, so you asked them “are you okay?” Both nodded “yes.” “Thank God” you sighed, but you abruptly held your breath as you looked at Gibbs who was lying before you, still unconscious and bleeding very hard on the head. Apart from that, he seemed to have only minor bruises such as the rest of you. That was a small relief, but despite that your blood ran cold as you saw his seemingly lifeless body, all the blood and his pale face and you were trembling all over.
The whole team was battered and bruised, but Gibbs had been hit the hardest and you were all very grateful as the ambulance arrived. They came at the same time as the firefighters and ran towards you.
“What happened?” asked the chief of the men.
“I'm Tony Dinozzo and I called you. We were investigating this house and then a bomb went off.”
“Is anybody still in there?”
“Not that I know.”
“Okay.” the fireman nodded and went away yelling commands to his squad.
While Tony spoke to the chief of the firemen, Tim and you spoke to the ambulance and answered the same question.
“What happened?”
“We were in this house and discovered a bomb. We could save ourselves barely from the blow by running out of it.
“Okay. Anybody besides him injured?”
“Only a few bruises, but he was hit the hardest. I guess he tried to protect our colleague and was hit on the head by something hard.”
“Was he conscious when you found him?”
“No.”
“Did he gain consciousness at any time?”
“No.”
“Okay. Then you will all come back to the hospital to check on you.”
Then he walked over to his partner who examined Gibbs.
“What did you find?”
“His vital signs are weak and he has lost a lot of blood. Besides that he has a lot of minor bruises, but seemingly no broken bones. I have managed to stop the bleeding.”
“Good. Not good. We will take him to the hospital for further examination and treatment.”
“Where will you bring him?” Tony came to you and asked.
“Bethesda. And you will drive behind us to get examined, too.”
“Will do.”
The firemen did their jobs, Gibbs was brought into the ambulance and the rest of you got into the car for the drive to the hospital.
You were all shaken and silent because of the shock of what had happened and of the worries for your boss.
That was the hardest on this job, when one of your own was injured or even killed.
And now you had to fear for your boss.