So, um, sorry about that. I am being very successful on my book that I'm writing though! And once I publish it (eventually, I'm sure) you should ALL read it :) On another note, I turned 16 and dated (kinda) and broke up (definitely) with a boy that was kinda stalkerishly obsessed with me. That didn't work out so well. It lasted about a week. So, I'm sure you've been waiting for this, meaning it's time for me to stop talking.
Chapter 8
"Shooting at the base camp. Grab your stuff and let's go."
"Like, someone got shot? Or, someone shot stuff?" DiNozzo got a smack to the head for his questions. "Right. Sorry Boss."
"Rule 6!" Gibbs called over his shoulder. He was already almost to the elevator by the time Tony had wrapped his head around what Rule 6 was.
"Having problems, Tony?" Ziva asked.
"When do I ever have problems, Zee-vah?"
"Well, you are about to get sticky with my driving." Ziva said over her shoulder.
"I'm about to get stuck with your driving, not sticky." Ziva grinned at him and shoved him towards the elevator. Gibbs had gotten tired of waiting for the two of them, so they got stuck waiting for it to come back.
The drive to the SEALs camp was interesting, to say the least. Tony was wadding paper from his notebook to throw at Ziva's head. McGee was begging Tony to let Ziva concentrate on not killing them. Gibbs just sat in the passenger seat clutching the "Oohhh crap" handle while Ziva dealt with her newfound case of road rage. The looks on their faces when they got to the camp was enough to scare the Private that had been sent to show them to their crime scene. He led them across the base to the assault course.
"I am perfectly fine! I promise!"
"DiNozzo?"
"Getting photos, Boss." While DiNozzo took some very questionable photos of Ziva, Gibbs went to talk to the protesting soldier. The man's voice rung a bell in the back of his mind, and Gibbs was going to figure out why.
"Cub, I swear, most people aren't fine with an arrow in their leg."
"I didn't know people still used arrows to kill other people."
"Well, this is a really little one, so it was probably a crossbow. I guess people still use those."
"It's still an arrow!"
"SHUT UP EAGLE!" All the soldiers in the group around the injured man yelled in unison at one. Gibbs wanted to wince in sympathy, but the tone of the shout made him think otherwise.
"I'm Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. I think you're the one that I need to talk to." Gibbs pointed to the blonde with the hole in his leg. The man looked up and Gibbs recognized the dangerous smirk that contradicted the faintly haunted look on the teenager's face. "You are exactly who I need to talk to. How are you?"
"Oh, boy. Hi, Gibbs. I'm great, or, you know, as great as someone with a freaking ARROW in their leg can be! I mean, I've been shot with almost everything, but I've never been on the giving or receiving end of an arrow." Alex answered. "It's been awhile. What's going on now? Do I need to clean up a mess?"
"I'm investigating a shooting. I was expecting a gun shooting. But, when you're involved, we can't expect or assume anything. Wonderful." Gibbs ran a hand through his hair as DiNozzo and Ziva started yelling at each other. He walked over and head-slapped both of them. It shut them up rather quickly. "Focus. We need to be extra careful on this case."
"Why's that, Boss? We in trouble?" DiNozzo asked.
"That would be my fault. I'm Cub." Alex sat up from his spot on the ground and stuck his hand out for shaking. DiNozzo glanced at the hand warily before deciding it was safe to shake and crouched down.
"Uh, hi. Do you know the boss man, sir?" DiNozzo asked Alex. Alex glared at Gibbs, and then turned his glare on DiNozzo, who backed off quickly. Gibbs nodded to Alex, who reached up and slapped him. "Hey! That was-"
"Tony, do you not have something better to be doing? It appears Gibbs has the questioning biked. And he also answered your question. How are you?" Ziva directed the question at Alex, who was clutching his arrow wound as he tried not to laugh.
"I'm fine, although I think you mean 'handled', not 'biked'. That's not even a word." He grinned. It was always interesting seeing his Mossad friend, especially when they were supposed to work together.
"Ah, that makes sense, I think. But you do not look fine. I would not be fine."
"But you're not me, Ziva." Alex grinned back. Ziva reached over and almost ruffled his hair before she remembered what happened last time she had done that.
"You know him too, David? Am I the only one that doesn't know this guy? McGoo, you don't know this guy, right?" McGee started to shake his head, but Alex interrupted him.
"Actually, he's kind of met me before. We spoke briefly on the phone before Ziva and Gibbs came in. Abby knows me, too." McGee's face lit up with the memory.
"That's right! Abby was so depressed that she didn't get to talk to you. We had to deal her for almost three hours before Gibbs brought her a CafPow!. It was really scary." As McGee said that, Alex tried to imagine a depressed Abby. It wasn't working very well. The Goth scientist just didn't get depressed. It didn't work for her.
"ARGH! What the freaking crap was that? Couldn't you at least tell me you were going to do that you MORON?!"
Ta-da! What do you think? Like it? Love it? Think it should be moved to the crossover section? Pluto should be a planet again? Want to see some Abby? Please tell me! I'm a loser with no life! (Actually, I have a very interesting life that I will tell you if you ask)
