DiNozzo puked into a paper bag, McGee looked pale, and Ziva calmly turned with the car, meaning only one thing.
She was driving.
"Oh shit!" DiNozzo moaned, as they turned another corner.
"Ziva, please slow down!" McGee cried desperately.
She simply kept on driving.
McGee disappeared from view, and thumping sounds could be heard from the back. Gibbs looked at them from the middle, his face saying "well?"
"You right there McGee?" DiNozzo called to McGee in the back of the van.
There was no answer.
"McGee?" he called again. "Pull over Ziva!"
Ziva swerved suddenly and pulled the car to a stop.
The jumped out the door and ran to the back.
Quickly bursting the swinging doors open they found the van a mess.
"McGee?" Ziva called. Gibbs came up behind them.
"What's happening DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"We can't find McGee, boss". Gibbs slapped the back of his head.
"And we'll find him".
Emerging from the mess, McGee sat up slightly unbalanced and holding his head.
"McGee!" Ziva cried, running over to him. Holding his head steady, she checked for concussion.
"I'm fine Ziva" McGee said, absentmindedly swiping at her. Using the sides of the van, he stood up. Letting go, he flopped over to lean on Gibbs.
"You all right McGee?" Gibbs asked steadying him.
"Someone… someone didn't secure the stuff properly" McGee said dazedly.
"Stuff, McGee?" Gibbs asked, slightly annoyed.
"Sorry boss" McGee said. With that he collapsed out of the van and onto the dirt.
"McGee!" Ziva cried.
"Oh damn!" Gibbs muttered, jumping down to McGee. Checking a pulse, then calling to DiNozzo, "Call the paramedics!"
"Come on McGee!" all three muttered under their breath.