It was dark. The pitch black kind of dark. As in, neither Tony nor McGee could see anything around them. Tony could feel the wheel of the car under his unusually sweaty palms, so he knew that it was, in fact, still there.
McGee could feel the car rumbling under him, although it wasn't moving. He heard something scuttle over to his right, and decided that he would very much like to be moving.
"Tony" he hissed. "Why aren't we going anywhere?"
"I don't know, Probie, why don't you ask the jeep?" Tony snapped back, clearly not in the mood.
More scuttling to the left. It sounded like rats. Giant mutant rats.
"Just go already!" McGee shouted, telling himself that he did not sound like a little girl.
"I can't!" Tony shouted back.
"This is ridiculous! Why are we just sitting here?"
"Shut up Probie, you aren't helping!"
Suddenly a light appeared in front of them, showing rats dangling from a rope above the hood of the jeep.
All thoughts of reputation and pride aside, Tony and McGee both screamed… like little girls.
"Go! Go! Go!" McGee shouted as the car finally jerked forward. As they passed under the rats, Tony lifted his hands from the wheel to cover his head.
"Put your hands back on the wheel!" McGee yelled, reaching across the jeep to grab the wheel himself.
"Why?" Tony shouted back.
"Just do it, Tony!"
"You know, Probie, you aren't handling this very well - you call yourself a field agent?"
The car swerved to the left, away from the rats and the light.
"Oh please, you're the one that just took your hands off the wheel of a moving car to protect your hair from the harmless rats!"
Once again, the car rumbled to a stop.
"Oh, come on!" McGee exclaimed in frustration.
The car rumbled in response, but didn't move.
"Tony!"
"What?"
"Why. Aren't. We. Moving?"
The car jerked forward. As they sped through the dark, Tony and McGee could feel things - bullets? - flying over their heads. On instinct, they both bent low, covering their heads.
"This is freaking ridiculous!" Tony cried.
"Put your hands back on the wheel!" McGee insisted, sounding desperate.
"I don't know why you're so hung up about the stupid wheel!" Tony shouted back at him. Nevertheless, he reached his hands up to grip the wheel.
The car swerved to the right, into a large chamber, faintly glowing red.
Of course, the car rumbled to a stop again.
McGee didn't say anything this time, just rolled his eyes.
"You know, this reminds me of a movie…" Tony started.
McGee turned on him immediately. "If you say Indiana Jones, Tony, so help me, I will kill you."
Tony looked startled. "How did you know I was going to say Indiana Jones?"
McGee had to consciously stop himself from reaching over to strangle Tony.
"Because we're on the ride, Tony." he ground out.
Tony grinned as the car jerked forward again.
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
So, I went to Disneyland last week, and all I could think about on the Indiana Jones ride was NCIS. Sure sign that I'm obsessed, right?
Anyway, I know it's sort of ridiculous, but I had to get it out of my system!
Happy Halloween, guys! :)