Protecting the President

"So, McGoogle, remind me why we're here on a deserted airstrip and why Abby is in a business suit," Tony asked.

"Because we are doing a training exercise and Abby is the President. We're supposed to be 'protecting' her. Didn't you hear Gibbs?" McGee answered.

"This is going to be a piece of cookie," Ziva announced.

"Cake," Tony corrected.

"What?"

"It's a piece of cake. Not cookie." Ziva nodded her head in understanding. Abby started to walk over towards the group.

"Is everybody ready to escort the President?" Abby asked, striking a pose.

"Abby?"

"Yeah, Timmy?"

"Who are we protecting you from?"

"Oh, Gibbs is going to be the bad guy. I told him that wasn't fair, because he has so much experience, and he's a marine. But, he didn't listen to me, which doesn't happen very often-"

"Come on Abby; let's get this show on the road." Ziva interrupted. "I see Gibbs coming."

"Okay, so I'm going to be walking down the airstrip, being president-ish and such and you guys get to protect me."

"Sounds good. How do we know if we screw up?" McGee asked.

"I think we'll know, probie. Gibbs doesn't let stuff just go."

"Line up!" Gibbs commanded. Everybody fell into a perfect line. "Not that way. How are you going to protect her like that?" They rearranged themselves into a close-knit group.

"Gibbs? I can't breathe!" Abby exclaimed.

"Give the girl some breathing room, guys!"

"This is going to be a long day."

"Ya think, McGeek?"

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Four hours later, they were all sweaty and frustrated. Gibbs had pulled out all the stops. Among many things, he had set up little fake 'bombs' in their path, used a laser pointer to imitate a sniper, and jumped from behind a building with a fake machete. The last stunt had earned Gibbs a severe butt kicking from Ziva. Luckily for him, she had managed to restrain her Moussad reflexes before any real damage was done. After each 'fail,' Gibbs made them run a lap around the runway.

"I am so glad for two things: One that I am not the president; two that you are not in the Secret Service. President Hanuman would be so screwed," Abby informed them after their last lap around the runway.

"So, team, what did you learn today?" Gibbs asked them.

"Never protect the president?" DiNozzo replied.

"How about 'Pay attention?'" Gibbs prompted.

"That works. I will look out for weird things in my path in the future," said McGee.

"Being a kiss-up won't get you out of here faster."

"Yes, boss." There was a pause. Gibbs seemed to be mulling something over.

"Go on, get out of here."

"Really, boss?" Tony asked.

"Yeah. I want to get back to that boat of mine."

"Bless that little boat," Ziva said.

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That was just a random little thing I came up with and decided to write. Don't forget to review! :D