The World's Dumbest…

Author: Ghost Rider of the Aragon

Genre: Humor

A/N: Once upon a Tuesday in summer, my sister and I watched Worlds Dumbest Daredevils 8, while waiting for NCIS and NCIS: LA to come on, and you can only imagine how inspired I was to write this. (Boredom does weird things to people.) For the sake of the story, imagine that the agents are at college together, present day. (please let it be noted that I do not own any of the characters.) Here goes.

"Guys, I don't think I can do this." Deeks said staring at the impressive drop in front of him. His friends, Sam Hanna and G Callen gave each other a disappointed look.

"You told us you would."

"If you don't do this, I can always tell Mrs. Lang about how her favorite silk scarf disappeared." Callen threatened.

"Well you guys failed to inform me that we were going to go skydiving."

"You failed to ask." Callen answered with a smug smile.

"I thought you guys said that it was safe!" Sam shook his head, laughing.

"No, we just said that you'd probably survive. Loser pays the hospital bills." And with that, Sam jumped out of the plane, followed by Callen. Deeks looked down again and shook his head. He closed his eyes, bit his lip, and jumped.

"GERONIMO!" Then he got a bright idea. If he didn't pull his chute until he had fallen past Callen and Sam, he might win. Who cared about the medical bills? He wouldn't be the one paying them. He waved as he went by them.

"You idiot! Pull your chute!" Sam shouted above the rush of the air. Deeks shook his head and laughed maniacally.

"No way dude! No doctor bills for me! Whoo-hoo!" He waited until he was about 200 feet above the ground to pull the chute. But, it was too late. Just as the chute came open all the way, Deeks landed, on his feet, but he landed too hard. His right leg gave way at the knee with a sickening pop, and he crumpled to the ground. Sam and Callen landed about twenty feet apart, not too far from Deeks.

"Hey, Eric, didja get that?" Sam asked. The lanky blond looked up from his video camera.

"Yeah, this is totally going on YouTube." They glanced over as the limp pile that was Deeks tried to get up.

"OWWW! Guys, I think my leg is broken." Callen laughed as he took off his parachute harness.

"You didn't have to jump, dude." Deeks closed his eyes.

"Yes I did. You blackmailed me." Callen and Sam walked away, laughing.

"Come on man, really? Guys? Guys!"

(In deadpan French accent): A few months later…

"Yeah, mom. I'm fine… yeah, I'm getting the cast off later… okay, mom… love you too. Uh huh. Bye." He paused for a second, and punched some more buttons on his phone. "NOW LET'S GET SOME ZOMBIES! Come on, more sunshine, more sunshine! Yeah baby! Dang, these zombies are fast. , Hypno-shroom, Pea shooter, Wall-nut. More sun, more sun. YES! CHERRY BOMB! More sun, snow pea, sunflower. POTATO MINE! Spudoo!Yeah! We kicked that zombie's…" Deeks was interrupted by a knock on the door. "This had better be important! The zombie just ate my brains!" he said as he opened the door. Before him were Callen and Sam.

"What are you talking about?" Callen asked, truly confused.

"Dude, I swear that I'm going to be the world champion of Plants vs. Zombies." He said, half serious.

"Whatever." Callen said.

"So what is so important that my character lost to a bunch of brain-eating zombies?"

Then he saw her. Long brown hair, carelessly tossed into a ponytail. Dark brown eyes, one of them darker than the other. Interesting. Marty's mind took him somewhere else, where the wind was blowing, and music from some cheesy romance movie was playing in the background. Dude. This is an awesome place. Wish that this happened more often. Wow. She's …

"Deeks, what's wrong with you? Anyway, Kensi was wondering if we wanted to go to her uncle's dirt bike course with her tomorrow. We told her that you were getting that cast taken off later, and you might wanna tag along." Deeks nodded dumbly. Sam and Kensi tried unsuccessfully to stifle their laughter.

"Sam, I thought you said that this Deeks guy was pretty cool." Kensi said, grinning. "but I didn't realize that your definition of a 'cool guy' was someone who sits around in his underwear playing Plants vs. Zombies. Maybe he isn't cut out for dirt biking." Deeks' shoulders sagged, and he gave a half hearted chuckle.

"Very funny, mocker. I'll have you know that I am a dirt biking veteran." Callen shot Sam a dubious look, and Sam shrugged. Kensi noticed the silent exchange, but didn't let on that she had.

"Okay, sulker. When do you get the cast taken off?"

"In about half an hour. Thank you for reminding me."

"Tell you what. I can take you to get the cast taken off, and we'll meet Sam and Callen at the course."

"Sure."

Kensi and Deeks pulled up to the course. Callen and Sam were already unloading the bikes.

"Hey guys!" Kensi called. Callen threw them each a helmet.

"No way, man. No helmet for me." Deeks said. What the hell am I thinking? He thought to himself.

"Didn't your mom ever teach you 'safety first'?" Kensi asked. Deeks shrugged carelessly.

"Helmets are for amateurs." He proclaimed brazenly. Callen glanced over at Sam.

"Then I guess we're amateurs." He said under his breath. Sam smiled slightly and made sure his helmet was on securely. Deeks gunned the engine and took off. Kensi followed, smiling to herself. This was going to be interesting.

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