Just a short little oneshot that I wrote to avoid actually forming a plot on the other stories I am working on.

I don't own NCIS, but I would love to!


"Shhh. Stop laughing. You're going to get us caught."

"I can't help it."

"McGee is going to catch us."

"I'm sorry. I'm trying."

"You're supposed to be a ninja! Find some composure David!" Tony's breath tickled Ziva's ear as he whispered to her in the dark. Of course this only caused her to laugh more. She really was starting to get embarrassed. She was trained to be stealthy, but at this moment she couldn't control the sound coming out of her mouth. Part of the problem was Tony standing so close to her. He reached up and put a warm hand over her mouth.

"Quiet. I hear him coming." His eyes met hers teasingly. She saw the mischievous glint that lingered there, which was mirrored in her eyes.

Agent Timothy McGee had just picked up some coffee and was headed back to the office when he heard a noise in the dark. He couldn't be sure he had even heard anything, the falling snow muffling everything. McGee moved toward the sound and….WHACK! A giant snowball hit him square in the face. Before he could figure out what hit him he was hit again in the neck.

"Ow!"

Tony and Ziva jumped out from behind the tree where they had been hiding, each now rolling with laughter.

"Nice aim, Tony."

"Not so bad yourself, Zi!"

They jumped around celebrating their victory, as McGee wiped the snow from his face. He looked down at his spilled brown coffee spreading over the white snow. Still in shock he knelt down reaching for the coffee, when he had suddenly got an idea.

Before they knew what hit them both Tony and Ziva had been hit by two well aimed McGee snowballs.

"Hey Probie!" Tony whined as he wiped the snow off the side of his face.

"McGee!" Ziva was shocked that McGee had the guts to retaliate.

"What? You two hit me first!"

"Yea well we were just paying you back for making us look bad with Gibbs before." Tony protested.

"You did that all by yourself Tony."

"Oh really McSnitch."

"Yea!"

"Oh it's on!" Tony knelt down and grabbed a handful of snow lobbing it in McGee's direction, when Ziva stepped into the path of the frozen ball.

"Tony!" Ziva's eyes suddenly turned murderous, and he knew he had just started a war.

Suddenly the air was filled with snowballs hurtling dangerously to and fro. Tony, Ziva, and McGee each on their own now, fighting for victory. Their laughter and screams filled the cold December night. One hit Tony in the stomach. The next hit Ziva in the shoulder. Then another hit McGee in the chest. Each seeking cover, while attempting to take the others down.

"Hey!" The yell cut through the fight, freezing the three agents in their tracks. Each stood perfectly still, suddenly afraid of the reaction of their Boss.

Gibbs surveyed his "top" agents. McGee was kneeling in the snow, hands buried forming a snowball. Ziva stood with her ball in hand midthrow, aiming at Tony. Tony stood with one arm protecting his face and the other holding a ball meant for McGee.

Gibbs shook his head. "Do I look like a Kindergarten teacher?"

Silence.

"Well do I?" Irritation evident in his voice.

"No." "No, sir." "No Boss."

"Grab your gear. We got another dead body….Move!"

Each quickly dropped the snow in their hands and hightailed it inside to get their stuff.

Gibbs stood there watching them, shaking his head. He bent down and picked up one of the forgotten snow balls. He flung it at the tree and smiled to himself as it smashed on the bark.