Hello world! Wow it's been a while. I feel like I haven't posted in a really long time. I've been reading but not writing. More accurately, not typing. I've been notebook-writing but not typing-writing. I have my handy-dandy notebooks (gotta love Blue's Clues) and I write in them at school but I just don't have time to type. I might get quite a bit done in these few days since I have standardized testing (XP) but either way. I have WRITING but not TYPING. You've probably figured that out. ANYWAYS, this story is Tiva, McAbby, and Jibbs, taking place around the time of Hollis (I'm not sure what season; somebody tell me!) and pre- Judgment Day. I recently saw that episode. Now I'm depressed. :( Well, onwards!

DISCLAIMER- I own nothing except my story, much to my dismay. I mean, I am proud of my story and everything, but, you know- (Get on with it! (Monty Python)) Okay, okay! Jeez, why you gotta be so mean?

"Grab your gear," Gibbs said, placing the phone in the cradle. "Dead Marines, Alexandria. Ziva, with DiNozzo. McGee, with me."

"Did you say Marine or Marines; my hearing isn't fantastic today," Ziva clarified, getting her things.

"I believe he said Marines, David," Tony answered.

"I wasn't asking you." The crew stepped into the elevator, and McGee slapped the button to take them to the garage. "And I am driving."

"Don't be so sure," Tony countered.

"You two bicker like an old married couple," McGee complained, rolling his eyes.

"McGee is right. Ziva, driving. DiNozzo, I hear one word out of you, I get Abby to kill you and-"

"Leave no forensic evidence behind," the team chorused.

When the team arrived at the crime scene, Ducky made a quick prognosis on the two Marines.

"Clear gunshot wounds to the back of the head, much like in the war in Africa. Which country was that in, Jethro?"

"Ducky."

"Right, sorry. Time of death, approximately 24 hours ago. Mr. Palmer, would you be so kind as to grab the gurneys for me?" Jimmy nodded and jogged off to the van.

"Good work, Duck," Gibbs said, patting his co-worker on the back. "Tony! Ziva! McGee! Here, now!" The team bolted over to their leader, hands above eyebrows in a military salute. "Knock it off."

"Sorry, boss."

"McGee, come with me. David, DiNozzo, bag-n'-tag and pictures, now. Go!" A chorus of "On it, boss!" rang out, and the team set to work.

"Why do I feel that Gibbs makes us partners on purpose?" Ziva asked.

"God knows how Gibbs thinks," Tony replied. "Hey, have you ever heard of Jeff Dunham?"

Ziva shook her head. "I haven't. Who is he?"

"He's a ventriloquist; really funny guy. Somewhat politically incorrect, but funny nonetheless."

"He works in heating? How could that be funny or politically incorrect?"

"That's ventilation, David. Ventriloquism, people making creepy puppets talk. One of his puppets is a skeleton, who he christened Achmed, the Dead Terrorist." Tony felt a hand on the back of his head.

"I would not appreciate that, thank you very much."

"DiNozzo! David! Stop flirting and get to work!" Gibbs called. Tony quickly pretended to be doing something important while Ziva returned to photographing evidence.

A few minutes later, Tony said, "Well, I don't think there's much more to be done here. You ready, Ziver?"

"That I am," Ziva replied, putting away her camera. "Driving. Fibs."

"Dibs. Fibs are little lies.

"Fine, then, dibs. Though I have no idea where that expression came from…"

"Yeah, I don't really get it either. I always thought Dibs were those little chocolate-covered ice cream bits," Tony said, slamming the passenger door shut.

"Believe me, I haven't got a clue."

Sooo, how'd you like it? PLEASE COMMENT! I'd really like to know what you think, if I should continue, etc. I'm going to try and update a chapter of a story every night except Wednesdays and Fridays (I'm busy) and this weekend I'm taking a really long car trip so I won't have Internet access. I can try to type on my iPad but my little sister is kinda obsessed with it and we're going to be watching movies. Well, just R&R. Okay? If you don't I will be forced to either Gibbs-slap you or drive a stake through your heart if you're a vampire (haha Buffy joke!)

xoxo UniqueAndLovingIt