The pair performs perfectly together, almost as they were one person. They fight with a gracefulness that it's like a well-choreographed dance routine. These two people have each other's backs and they both know it. And with one final shot from their two different weapons the drug cartel's gang all fall to the ground, either unconscious or dead… no, all of them are dead, no casualties. But neither one of the mesmerizing pair have a single hair out of place, or have an irregular breathing pattern, for this is what their life is about.
The NCIS LA team all take a deep breath, they hate drugs busts, even when it means they are eliminating more bad guys from the world. "Kensi, Deeks, take the sides. Sam the rear and I'll take the front, remember be careful, we have no idea what we're going to find in there." Kensi and Deeks nod in agreement, Deeks strangely silent. "Roger that G." Sam says respectively. Callen nods and points two fingers to the desolate barn, signalling for them to move in.
"Let's go Clint." The woman says calmly lodging her gun back into its holster. She rakes her hand through her short crimson curls.
"Okay Nat, just let me admire my- our work first." Clint replies after retrieving a few of his arrows from some of the bodies littered on the floor. As they make their way to the exit Natasha's ears prick, her face turns stoic as she turns to her partner, he knows that look all too well. They move swiftly, yet silently into the middle of the barn, they know that whoever comes through the door will be armed and most likely dangerous, so if they have the paranoid place, they can see far more clearly. Natasha holds up three fingers and slowly counts down. As she holds up one finger people burst into the barn at three points, their guns raised and all pointed directly at Clint and Natasha. But they don't know just how skilled and dangerous Natasha and Clint are, for the second they heard them burst through the doors, Natasha had both her pistols whipped out and aimed, whilst Clint had his bow and arrow loaded, drawn and aimed. "Put the weapons down and put your hands on your head." Callen says with authority oozing from his voice. The two look at each other with mirrored expressions and keep their guns raised. "Kensi, Deeks now!" Sam yells to his comrades who both fire at Natasha. Her back is facing both, yet still she dodges the bullets gracefully. The NCIS agents all stare wide eyed at the stunning red-head. "Wow, hot and talented." Deeks sighs, practically drooling. Kensi playfully punches his arm. "Ouch!" Deeks mutters rubbing his sore shoulder. Natasha turns to Clint, their eyes relaying a conversation. Clint nods in agreement. They both set their weapons down, they have arms hidden anywhere they can on their anatomies, so aren't worried at all when it comes to protection, even though both are masters at all kinds of hand-to-hand combat and martial arts. Sam and Callen walk over to Natasha whilst Kensi and Deeks head over to Clint, both intent on making an arrest. However, this thought hasn't even crossed the deadly duo's minds. Sam holds Natasha's arms firmly behind her back so that Callen can cuff her, Natasha smirks, American's are so stupid, she thinks wryly to herself. As soon as Callen is in front of her she uses Sam's support to kick both her legs up, tightening around Callen's neck in her infamous choke hold. She twists him around and leaps off and lands gracefully as he falls to the floor. Sam hurls a fist to the back of her head, without looking back she grabs his fist, twists it round, he doubles over and she sends one aimed roundhouse kick to his back silencing him for now. She casts her gaze over to Clint; he's just about wrapped up. Something glints by her foot, on further inspection she sees that it is a rusty nail, picking it up she throws it at Clint. He catches it with his amazing reflexes, looks at the nail, to Natasha and back again to the nail. Turning it once in his fingers he throws it in between Kensi and Deeks. "Ha! You missed!" Deeks shouts at Hawkeye, Clint smirks, amusement glinting in his eyes, "I never miss." He says pointing at what the nail pierced.
White foam swirls out of a fire extinguisher, engulfing the entire room. Making it more than impossible for the agents to see their hands in front of their faces. But for Romanoff and Barton they already know the exact exit that they are required to take. By the time the smoke clears the double act have disappeared, leaving the four bewildered NCIS agents looking around the cartel like lost souls. Callen is the first to break from the daze, slamming his fist down in the air he hisses "Damn!"
Back at NCIS headquarters in LA, the team gather around the huge screen. Nell and Eric stand slightly off to the side, worried about the anger seeping out of all four agents. "How could they do all of that in two minutes flat?!" Callen asks stunned as they all watch the CCTV footage of them taking out the entire cartel from the moment they entered. "Maybe they're super ninjas!" Deeks jokes. Everyone turns to look at him with disbelief written clearly all over their faces. "Whoever they are they're pretty impressive." Eric tentatively pipes up. Callen sends him a withering look. Deeks watches the scene where Clint pierces the fire extinguisher. "Cocky son of a bitch: I never miss" he mimics Clint's voice in an annoying high pitched voice, making the team to burst into laughter, almost instantly dissipating the anger from the room and agents. Sam is the first to sober up, "We need to bring in these 'super ninjas.'" Folding his arms he looks at the other agents expectantly through his eyelashes. "And we have to be prepared." Callen adds on the end, being the casual buzzkill that he always is.
