Tony and McGee both bounded down the last steps and burst into the area at the bottom. A large empty room made of stone with two doors, one leading to the left and one leading to the right.

"Well McGee," Tony said as his eyes passed between the two doors, "which is the lucky door number we get to choose?"

McGee didn't reply.

"McGee?"

"I'm thinking Tony, I'm thinking! I didn't memorize this part of the building as much as I did the others."

Tony grinned. "Getting a little soft in the head, are we McGeek?"

"I'm trying to remember Tony! If we pick the wrong door, who knows what we'll find on the other side! A group of terrorists armed with machine guns maybe!"

"Man, you're a real optimist! You gotta take some chances every so often, McCautious! Live a little! Like that movie says- Live Free or Die Hard!" Hmm, was that the movie I was thinking of? Nah, that can't be it; gotta be another one. He shook his head. "If I let you pick, we'll be here all day; I'll choose one and keep my fingers crossed. I vote we choose to see what's behind the Lucky Door on the Left!"

However, there was no time to act on this decision, as just then the door in question swung open and in marched about five heavily armed men with AK-47s, four of which immediately trained their weapons on the agents. Tony and McGee looked at each other slowly, and Tony sighed. "I guess it was the one on the right." He said heavily as the two men slowly raised their hands.

The man in the front of the group took a few steps forward. "NCIS Special Agent?" He asked in a thick Russian accent.

"Yes?" Tony and McGee both said at the same time.

The man seemed unimpressed. He shifted his rifle in his hands and said, "I will take the computer codes now."

McGee and Tony looked at each other for a moment, and then turned back to the man and said in unison, "What codes?"

"You have the access codes to the NCIS security mainframe in your pocket."

"Hah!" Tony laughed out loud as he lowered his hands. "You idiot! Do you honestly believe that my partner here would actually bring the true codes to NCIS on an undercover mission? That he would be that stupid as to take the chance to let them fall into the enemy's hands?" He turned to McGee. "McGee, tell them like it is!"

"Uh… well…"

"McGee?"

"Well… I…"

"Aw Christ you did, didn't you?"

"Hey it's not my fault!" McGee defended. "Gibbs said we needed some decoy codes in case we had to buy extra time to close the net around them. I didn't have time to make a set of false ones, so I had to use what I had! Besides I never believed we would have to actually use them! Just calm down!"

"Calm down?" Tony bellowed. "Why the hell do you think Gibbs would tell you to use a set of false codes in the first place? So a bunch of terrorists and assassins wouldn't be able to just prance into our security system!"

"It would have gone off fine if you hadn't decided to come riding in on an unnecessary rescue mission!"

"Oh yeah?" Tony growled. "And just who the hell do you think you could possibly ever rescue- Probie!"

McGee's eyes filled with fury. "I told you…"

In a sudden movement, he had grabbed the AK-47 from the hands of the nearest Russian and snatched it out of his hands, pushing the man back into the rest of them. There was a muffled shout from one of them but he ignored it; eyes blazing, teeth gritted, he raised the weapon and jammed his finger against the trigger. The Russians' bodies jerked around as the bullets ripped through them, dancing like skeletons whose bodies were being jolted with five hundred volts of electricity. There were a series of crashes as bodies and weapons fell to the floor in front of them.

Tony's mouth fell open in shock; his eyes widened as he took a small step forward, observing what the junior agent had just done to the group of professional killers. McGee, his face literally leaking anger and frustration, growled out, "…don't call me 'Probie'."

He grabbed Tony by the arm and jerked him towards the door on the right. As the junior agent passed through it, Tony's eyes swept over the carnage his Probie had just left behind. "Look what you did!" He murmured incredulously. He stopped by the door and examined one of the Russians, whose body, perforated with bullets, was crumpled in a heap against the wall. "I can't believe what you did…" His disbelief was abruptly cut off and McGee seized him by the arm and dragged him through the door.

A/N: Yeah, I know it's really short but it was the best way to make it work! Please review!