Ziva lightly stepped to the crime scene, ducking under the yellow tape in a single fluid motion.
"What have you found?"
she called to the distant, shadowy forms of her teammates.
"The question is, where have you been, Zeevah? You're a half-hour late. Again."
Tony yelled across the misty meadow. Ziva rolled her deep brown eyes, though no one could see because of the considerable distance between herself and her team. Why did Tony have the urge to pry about every single thing in her life? It was sweet, in an aggravating way.
"I could not find this god-forsaken piece of land, Tony. What is the phrase? Middle of nothing?" "Middle of nowhere, Ziva." Gibbs hollered. "If you people would like to analyze this place before those FBI people come? Our traffic delay will only work so long."
Sobering, Team Gibbs made one of the best efforts they had ever made to finish a crime scene.
Brennan tapped her delicate fingers impatiently on the dashboard of Booth's car.
"Is there usually this much traffic?"
Booth glared at the offending driver, a kid with Harry Potter glasses and curly brown hair who looked terrified of the seasoned FBI agent. The older man next to him was plump and friendly-looking. They were driving a huge white van with letters that were not quite visible. If he leaned a little to the right… a little more…
"Bones! They're NCIS!"
Brennan's wide blue eyes stared at him incredulously.
"They wouldn't… Would they?"
In answer, Booth stepped on the accelerator. "Oh yes, they would."
A disgruntled Brennan entered the crime scene, followed closely by Palmer and Ducky, AKA the detainers. Booth stalked up to the least intimidating of the agents, who had a baby face and big green eyes.
"Hey! What's with the traffic ploy?"
Booth yelled, eyes burning.
"This is our crime scene as well,"
came the softer voice of Dr. Brennan. The bigger, broader man approached the P'OD FBI agents.
"Hi, I'm Tony Dinozzio," he said, giving them a dazzling and charming smile. Booth scowled at the man, refusing to be placated. "I want to talk to the boss, not this random idiot." Booth knew he was being unreasonable, but something about the guy was irritating, like a gnat. Brennan, however, was charmed by the handsome man.
"Hello, I'm Temperance Brennan, and this is my partner, Seeley Booth."
Tony shook both of their hands, taking an unnecessary amount of time holding Brennan's. "Very nice to meet you. Now for the rest of our team. The Probie, McGee. The baby-faced guy smiled and nodded.
"Hi…" he said, shyly. And our super-ninja Israeli assassin, Ziva David. Our boss will introduce himself." Booth oh-so-subtly checked out the stunningly exotic Ziva. "Nice to meet you, even though you tried to keep us out of this." Ziva smiled back, a slight smirk on her features. "Nice to meet you as well." "If you're done playing grab-ass?" The commentator, whom Booth assumed was Gibbs, walked right by them. Brennan let out the air she had been holding in a drawn out breath, as if she was defalting. Something about the small flirtation had stung her a bit. "That would be Gibbs?" Booth asked. "Yep." Chorused Tony, McGee and Ziva. Brennan sighed. "This is going to be a long investigation.