This one was begging to be written.
"All right, Watson, you go that way, I will block him from the other end." Sherlock Holmes wispered to his best friend John Watson. Watson nodded and started toward his end of the dark allyway. The two friends were chaseing a suspect of a murder. Suddenly, The man they were chasing lept out and struck Watson. "Watson!" Holmes cried out, running to his friend as a white light surronded the pair.
Gibbs strolled over to Tony. "Anything?" he asked the angent. "Not yet. What the HECK!" Tony cried out. Gibbs turned to see a white light deposite two men, one unconsince and the other tring to wake him up on the floor. "Call Ducky!" he barked, dropping next to the men.