Lt. Jackson Riener laid in the trunk of a car bleeding to death. And very soon did that death come upon him. Even so, the SUV he laid in rolled down a hill into the forest, bouncing off several trees and eventually turning over several times. The driver of the vehicle had dove from the rolling car just before it hit the edge of the drop off. Satisfied that the Marine was for sure dead he fled the scene of the crime that he had commited. Little did he know that his cell phone had dropped from his pocket when he dove out.
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"DiNozzo!" Gibbs called as he entered the bullpen.
"Yes boss," Tony responded as he stood up straight from behind his desk. Ziva and McGee stood up as well, all grabbing their gear.
Gibbs went to his desk and gave orders as he did so. "Grab your gear. We're going on a trip."
"Where to boss?" McGee asked, as both he and Tony's face lit in a smile.
"Miramar," the boss replied as he finished strapping his gear to his belt.
Ziva walked out from behind her desk. "Where Top Gun was filmed, yes?" she said following behind Gibbs although looking up at Tony as he and McGee too, followed by her side.
Tony gave Ziva a strange look. "Um, yeah that would be Miramar."
Ziva looked at him, curious. "What? Did I say it wrong?" she asked him as they entered the elevator.
Gibbs sighed. "No. He's just disappointed that you beat him to the long story he was about to start about the best movie on the planet earth."
"Well...yeah. It is the best movie ever," Tony said smiling.
McGee, on the verge of annoyance, sighed as they exited the elevator on the main level. "Tony, you think that of every movie."
Tony was still smiling. "Well what can I say-"
"Nothing at all," Gibbs cut in; leading the rest of them out of the building and into the parking lot of the government owned black Dodge Chargers. Gibbs got into the driver's seat when they reached the vehicle as Tony and McGee piled into the back and Ziva in the passenger's side.
Ziva opened the door to the car. "Please tell me we are flying in a plane and not driving all the way across the country," she said with an irritated tone but with a hint of hope in it.
Gibbs looked at her with a quick glance which held a smirk and a slight shake of the head. "Nope," he said simply.
All of the others groaned, but tried their best to endure to long trip. Eventually, after many hotels, they made it in late to San Francisco. McGee happened to be driving and was being just as bad as Palmer when it came to directions. Still not wanting to give up, he continued to tiredly search for the hotel but instead continued to drive through the numerous sickening hills of the neighborhoods.
Tony had had enough. "Oh for the love of all that is holy! Stop driving and pull over. I'm going to hurl if we keep driving."
Ziva put her hand on McGee's shoulder. "Pull over McGee. Maybe someone will be awake and will let us stay the night in their home," she said, equally sick and tired.
McGee turned back to look at Gibbs for a quick moment before returning his eyes to the road. "Boss?" he asked, for confirmation on Ziva's suggestion.
"Find a house that's light up and pull over," he said, his eyes closing as he sat in the back seat, arms crossed loosely.
In less than a minute McGee pulled in front of a red-ish colored Victorian styled Manor. Vines coiled around the white cubed poles that supported the porch roof covering. After turning off the ignition and getting out, they walked up to the front door.
Gibbs lifted his hand and with a fist knocked thrice on the door's surface waiting until someone answered.
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((Sorry. This is a short one. The next one should be longer))
