It was a long cold night. No one was out, save one Special Agent. The Agent threw away his thirteenth cup of coffee that night. He was surveying a black house at the end of the street, and he had seen movement, but it wasn't enough. Then, the front door opened, and a tall brunette walked out onto the pavement. Even from the van, the agent was taken by her beauty.
"This isn't the time to flirt" he scolded himself
As the woman's back turned to him, he saw a glock stuffed in her waistband. He acted quickly, jumping out of the van and pulling out his own gun. He cocked it, but the small sound alerted the woman. She turned around, swiftly pulling out her own gun.
"Drop your weapon!" Called the Agent
"Only if you Drop yours!" She called back
"You can't have one of those without a license you know." He said
"I have more of a license than you do" she said.
"You show yours I show mine." He said
Slowly, they both pulled out badges that reflected the moonlight. After taking a close look at each other, they lowered their guns.
"Who are you?" the man asked
"I could ask the same question" she retorted
"Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs" He called
"Agent Emily Prentiss" she called back