A/N: Sorry about the first chapter being short, but I'm writing the next one RIGHT NOW!
"This is literally the most painfully excruciatingly boring stakeout I have ever worked on." Tony groaned. The team was scattered around the interior of a hunting cabin, a bare room, except for the laptop, table, camera, and a few folding chairs. The ground was cold, hard cement, echoing any footsteps that might have the chance to fall upon it. It was cold always, the frigid winter air sneaking in through the cracks in the walls, under the doorframe, and through the weak window panes.
"We heard you the first twenty-five times, Tony." Ziva snapped. She was cold, hungry, and hated this assignment.
The assignment was camp out in a secluded hunting cabin. They were waiting for the suspect of their newest case, Donnie Ernhart, to return to him mountain escape, which was visible from the hidden cabin. They believed he was on the run. And now they had been cooped up in this cabin for 6 days.
"Ever seen Deliverance, Ziva?"
"Tony, I warned you abou-"
"Great flick. Excellent movie date."
"Tony, I sai-"
"'Squeal like a pig!'"
"TONY! I swear I will shoot you in the foot if you do not shut your hideously annoying nap."
"Trap."
"You know what, Tony?" Ziva stood, lowering the binoculars from their stubborn place on her eyes, speaking in a dangerously calm tone "I think I might actually kill you this time."
"I think that might be a break of protocol." Ziva made a strange, strangled squeak.
"You are going to drive. Me. In. Sane. "
"Probably."
"I'm just going to ignore you from now on." She said with an air of finality, and sat back down, crossed her legs, and returned the binoculars to their original position. After a few minutes of stony silence, the door flew open, revealing an absolutely freezing looking McGee, clutching a tray of coffees in one hand and a pizza box in the other.
"Thank God." Tony moaned hungrily, and grabbed for the box. McGee pulled it back.
"Ah, ah ah….ladies first." He handed Ziva a coffee, and then opened the box for her, while Tony glared dangerously at him. After Ziva had collected her food, he turned the box to Tony.
"Thanks, McManners. You're in charge of the infared now. I'll do the regular cam." He took a sip of the coffee and moved towards the tripod.
"Whoa!" McGee called as he sat in front of the laptop. "What the hell is that?" He stared at a figure moving along the screen, a large red and yellow blur contrasted with the blue and green background.
"Deer?" Ziva quipped. McGee shook his head.
"Nah, it's too big. Can you find it with the binoculars Ziva?"
"Maybe it's our guy?" Tony queried as he too, searched the horizon beyond the window for this mysterious figure.
"Nah, it's bigger, I think." McGee replied.
"I do not see anything." Ziva sang.
"I need the other binocs." Tim trilled and stood to go to the door. He opened it and swore.
"What?" Ziva and Tony answered simultaneously.
"The tires are slashed! What the hell?"
A/N: Ohhh dear, this story just took a nasty turn...