Hello! This isn't the first thing I've published on here, but certainly the first ACTUAL story.

This, readers, is my first fanfic ever. No editing. But editing help/constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.

My name is Darkwing. I'm an Autobot undercover as a NCIS agent's personal car.

I'm an ATP. Assigned To Protect. Or, to put it simply, Guardian. Of the NCIS agent.

His name is Sam Hanna. An NCIS special agent, to be exact.

Right now, my holoform is wandering through the streets of downtown Los Angeles, waiting and watching.

Waiting for Sam.

Watching for enemies.

I've had my eye on a Chevy Tahoe that matches the description of Snare, a Decepticon.

If it is Snare, trouble is sure to follow.

I'm distracted by Sam coming out of his workplace, with his partner, Callen, close behind.

Great. If Callen's coming along too, it means there's a if there is a case, it means my windows might get shattered or my tires could get shot out during a shootout.

Which is no fun-believe me.

[*Hello, Darkwing,*] said an all-to-familiar voice.

[Bumblebee, bad time!]

[*Oh, sorry. Tonight?*] The fellow Autobot Guardian apologized.

[We'll see. Tell you if its possible when its possible,] I shot back.

[*Touchy, touchy! Would you like me to tail you?*]

[Bee, these guys can spot a tail from a mile away,] I said.

[*Too bad. Optimus gave me orders to.*]

[Oh?] I managed to stay quiet as I listened in on Sam's squabble with Callen. [Well, if you want to, come along. Just have your holoform up.]

[*All riiight!*] Bumblebee practically yelped with joy.

As I later learned, it was a good thing that Bee had tagged along.

After following the turnings of the steering wheel and a couple streets, I got where they were going and why.

Apparently, a Marine had taken several people hostage. The team was going to the warehouse where they were being held and were going to try to talk the Marine into letting the hostages go.

"He's a complete nutcase, I think." Callen was saying.

"A nutcase? Says the guy who thinks his partner is paranoid!" Sam retorted.

"What was that for?" Callen said.

[Squabbling, as usual,] I complained.

[*What about?*] Bumblebee asked.

[Nutcases,] I answered.

[*What's a nutcase?*]

[Someone who's crazy. Other words are bananas, crackers, nuts, mad,] I offered.

"I kinda think we should've taken Nate along," said Sam, to no one in particular.

"Nate's watching in Ops. He's got the dash cams of the SUV and the Challenger, plus our button cams."

That's what they called me. The Challenger. Bo-ring.

By now we had arrived at the warehouse. Sam parked in front, by a Chevrolet Tahoe.

But before they had even gotten out, shots rang and a stray bullet whizzed by Sam's head.

[Shots fired,] I yelped.

[*Anyone hurt?*] Bumblebee asked.

[Negative,] I answered.

"-Looks like a guard," Sam was saying.

"Why would they shoot at us?" Callen sounded puzzled.

That's when I realized that I had totally zoned out on Sam and Callen. 'Course, I immediately began to give myself a mental beating.

Callen gestured towards the Tahoe. "Let's see if that has any prints, shall we?"

I tensed. If the Tahoe was a 'Con, and it attacked them, I would have no choice but to blow my cover. .

As the two of them walked to the dark green SUV, I noticed a small symbol on the hood.

Decepticon!

[Bee, that Tahoe is a 'Con,] I said uneasily.

[*Gonna go in?*] asked Bumblebee.

[Not until it makes a move,] I responded.

"Well, hello. No plates." Sam commented to Callen as they inspected the Tahoe.

[*Ya know, I'm sure it's Snare,*] the yellow and black-striped scout commented.

[Me too.]

"And no signs of anyone ever being in it," added Callen.

The Tahoe decided it was the perfect time to turn on. Great. . .

"Wha-" Callen started to say before stopping as the Tahoe began to transform.

[Scrap! It's transforming!]

[*Need backup?*]

[On the double! Tell Optimus that I had to blow my cover.]

[*On it.*] I heard tires squeal as Bumblebee burst out of his parking space and did a U-turn to head back to base.

"Hey, dumbo!" I yelled aloud, hoping to get the 'Con's attention.

Which I did.

It was Snare. And he was very angry.

. . . Was noticing technical errors all through this chapter. But it's pretty good for my first try.