Notes:

I'm sorry for not updating this sooner, writers block is a curse upon mankind!

I promise that I will try to bring more of the cassettes into it next time, the NCIS theme song is not gone forever!

Sorry for the shortness, I still have a bit of writers block but I'll try to upload another chapter soon.

There are so many different definitions of what "offlined" means for a transformer, mine is the equivalent to passing out, NOT dying or going into a coma

Thank you for the wonderful reviews! Enjoy! R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, it belongs to Hasbro

Soundwave shook his head, trying to get the screeching, fluffy thing to retract its claws from his faceplate. He lost his balance and fell over backwards letting out a high-pitched scream in surprise. He landed with a heavy thud on the floor which echoed off the walls and reverberated down the hallway. Reaching up with his hands he peeled the fuzzball off his face, its claws scratching his faceplate as it was dragged forcibly from its perch.

Holding it between two fingers and dangling it as far away from him as possible, he peered down the hallway. This miniscule creature could not have been the source of the screeching noise he had heard earlier with Barricade and Starscream, its anatomy simply did not allow it to move that way. He began to creep stealthily down the hallway (for a two ton alien robot). He stopped where the hallway turned, almost too worried about how much more his sanity could take to go any further. Whatever was around the corner would probably send him around the bend at this rate. He took a deep breath, and turned the corner.

"Well, go look!"

"You go look!"

"You're the SIC, your supposed to help out your underlings!"

"Right, and as SIC I command you to go see what happened. Ha."

"Well maybe I'm feeling a little insubordinate today." Barricade retorted and turned his back on Starscream, servos crossed, the perfect image of sass.

"Arrrrggghh!" Starscream stomped his ped and crossed his servos as well. He had a pout on his face that instantly made him go from genius-scientist-seeker-second-in-command-of-the-Decepticons to annoyed-tantrum-throwing-three-year-old in ten seconds flat. "Someone has to go looking for Soundwave!"

"Did you miss the scream of terror?" Barricade asked, raising an optic ridge.

Soundwave stared dumbstruck at the scene before him. (which for Soundwave meant he looked completely the same as he always did) He was currently trying to find his "happy place", hoping that somehow it would erase what he had just seen from his memory banks. Ravage was sitting before him, the perfect picture of innocence, with his tail curled around his paws and his head cocked to the side. His optics were as wide as he could make them (and pointedly fixated on the fuzzy thing still dangling from his fingers), and he was grinning as sheepishly as a metal tiger could.

This was scary on so many levels. 1. Ravage was NEVER to be considered "innocent". 2. The way his optics were so wide it made it look like they were about to pop out of their sockets at any given time. 3. Felines should NEVER EVER EVER smile. 4. It gave their faces a scary combination of murderous and constipated. 5. His fangs were covered in glitter thereby making him look as though he had swallowed a disco ball.

His processor going into overload, Soundwave promptly and effectively offlined.