Peeking around the tree trunk she was currently crouched against, the former Mossad assassin kept her eyes trained for any sudden movements amongst the other trees in the vicinity. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Ziva slowly pulled out her weapon from its holster at her hip. Creeping forward she stealthily moved towards the flash of red fifty yards away, making sure to keep as low to the ground as possible.
Suddenly, out of nowhere she heard a hollow POP! POP! POP! and felt a wet splash on her right hand. Immediately she transferred her gun to her left hand, spun around and shot three rounds at whoever had fired at her.
"Damn it, David!" he growled as he came up out of the bushes, "One shot was ENOUGH!" Gibbs' blue eyes were glowing amidst the green paint dripping down his forehead and chest.
"Well, Gibbs, I wanted to make sure you were…um…dead?" She smiled wickedly at him, "Besides, it is so nice to have the upper foot every once in a while!"
"Upper hand, Ziva, " Gibbs corrected her as he walked up to her, "Upper hand." He knew it had been a bad idea to take McGee up on his offer (more like plea) earlier in the week to go play paintball on a sunny Sunday afternoon when he and Ziva could have just stayed at home relaxing in his back yard. Now, he was covered in grime and paint and wanted nothing more than to be at home nursing a shot of bourbon rather than nursing his bum knee, which began acting up almost as soon as they began the "exercise".
"Oh, Jethro, " Ziva sighed as she wiped the paint off his face with a tissue she pulled out of her pocket, "Let me make it all…better…" Slowly she raised her face to his and kissed him softly. SPLAT!
"TONY!" yelled Gibbs and Ziva as they suddenly broke apart, droplets of yellow paint dripping down their foreheads. Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo sauntered up to them, blowing on the barrel of his paintball gun, "Just doin' my job, Boss…and…Mrs. Boss…!"
"Whatever!" Ziva retorted, glaring at him, the usually threatening expression somewhat lessened by the brightly-colored paint spatters decorating her face.
Tony grinned from ear to ear. "Just call me Bond, James Bond!" he replied in his best Sean Connery voice.
"…and then when it was time to tape the dry wall, wouldn't you know it, they had FORGOTTEN to bring the supplies! I mean, REALLY?" Abby's voice, obviously talking to McGee, floated through the trees towards them. They all deduced that she was regaling her formerly ex- now current (again) boyfriend with all of the highlights from her stint volunteering with Habitat for Humanity the day before.
"Oh, hey, guys!" McGee exclaimed as he and Abby walked into the clearing, "There you are! So did you like paintball?" he asked with a grin on his face.
SPLAT! McGee found himself lying on the ground covered in three different colors of paint. Abby stood next to him, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth in shock.
"I hope that answers the question, Probie!" DiNozzo calmly replied as three paintball guns slowly lowered from their target. Ziva just "hmphed" and Gibbs rolled his eyes.
FIN