Petrov

Petrov's ass always needed saving. It was one of those certainties. Death, taxes, and Petrov's ass. For a highly trained, highly recommended Russian double agent, Petrov had a habit of getting into trouble. Call it impulsiveness. Or a constant and annoying need to one-up everyone else. Gibbs thought it was just a cover. But in reality, Petrov didn't think before doing something. When you're working in international espionage, you have to think the entire plan through before you take Step One. You have to look at it as a chess game. And Petrov never thought it through first. Petrov just took off and left everyone else in the dust.

This, of course, led to many many ass-saving missions that had to be thrown together, often with less than a day to plan. He and Gibbs had spent many late hours poring over schematics and photographs, listening to wiretaps, and tracking Petrov's moves, only to end up hurt or shot or trapped while Petrov got away without a scratch.

Yes … Petrov's ass always needed saving.

But it was a cute ass, and so they didn't really mind. And, like every other red-headed, gorgeous, deadly female Russian double agent they met that year, Petrov chose Gibbs. They all always chose Gibbs.

It was enough to make a guy give up the international spy game altogether.