This is my first time writing a fanfiction, so please don't rip if there are a few (or alot) of mistakes in terms of editing. I'm still getting the hang of getting my documents all peachy from word to fanfic, so let me know.
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I hope you enjoy!
P.S. I DO NOT OWN NCIS, OR ITS CHARACTERS.
Warning: Contains Language (Better late than never, I suppose)
McGee's eyes opened slowly. Crouched above him, were Ziva, Tony, Gibbs, and Kort. There faces were a mixture of surprise and a tinge of humor.
"Seriously Z, what dod you say to him?" Tony asked, chuckling.
"Nothing Tony, he just fainted." A slight smile played on her lips, her eyes glowing. McGee smiled as he sat up, the wooziness fading away as he began to feel better.
"McGee, you good to go?"
"Yeah Boss." McGee rose to his feet, realizing that Ziva was holding his hand. He blushed slightly.
"Alright then, you guys get some rest, we still have a long way to go." Gibbs commanded, then he and Kort turned, heading to the Op room.
The three agents sat, strapping themselves into the seats attached to the side of the cargo hold.
"No passing out in the field, McFainter." Tony joked. "And Ziva, stop scaring McGee. We all know you're a big bad assassin, but seriously, he's our wee probie; I'm protective."
McGee smiled. He didn't feel ready to talk to Tony about what he had said last night, but soon. Maybe after their meeting with Sharif was over, and they were out of harm's way. He leaned his head back against the wall of the plane, closing his eyes as he began to be lulled to sleep by the vibrations of the C-130's engines.
"You know, you look seasick McVomit! We're in a plane! A C-130 Hercules, not a dingy in the middle of the ocean! Yeah, I looked that up before boarding! So I could school you in knowldge" Tony yelled over the sound of the propellers roaring outside the fuselage. The team was strapped securely in seats in the cargo hold within the large aircraft, on its way to Somalia. In the center of the hold, was a jeep, outfitted with armor plating, bullet resistant windows, refilling puncture resistant tires, and other features making it much more than simply a jeep. Gibbs was somewhere else inside the plane, finalizing plans for their meeting with Sharif. McGee, who had been looking paler than usual, gave Tony a glare.
"Tony, leave him alone."
"And I'm not seasick Tony. Or airsick. I'm just… nervous about this mission."
Tony's grin erased quickly, replaced with a stern, but caring look.
"Probie, I got your six. Yours and Ziva's. It will be no problem. We'll go in there, apprehend Sharif, and get out. Done and done. What do you think this button does?"
"Tony Don't!"
Tony pushed a large red button on the wall over his left shoulder. A cacophonous metallic shriek deafened the hold, as the cargo gate of the C-130 began to descend, the brightness of day sliced through the darkness. Wind swept in as the gate lowered, revealing the incredible altitude they were currently flying at. All three agents were mesmerized at the Atlantic Ocean, miles and miles below them. The whirlwind within the hold made it difficult to speak. Fortunately, everything was tied down tight within the craft.
"T-o-o-o-o-n-n-n-n-y c-c-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-s-s-e the-the do-o-o-o-r!" Mcgee yelled, the wind whipping across his face. Tony just stared out the back of the plane for a moment, then reached and hit the button again. The hydraulic sound came again, as the cargo gate began to close. A rectangle of light shrunk and disappeared as the gate closed.
"Oooh-hoo-hoo!" Tiny yelled, grinning wildly. "That was awe-"
"DiNozzo!" Ziva snapped, "You do not have experience in these. Someone or something could have been sucked out! Do you even think about the things you do?"
"Heh, I do now. Wow. We're high up! You see how high up we are McGee? Hey, I know! After this, I'm taking you skydiving Probie! Wow. You'd fall for HOURS!"
McGee had resumed his silent, eyes closed, ignoring Tony state. DiNozzo continued talking to himself excitedly.
"You ok, Tim?" Ziva asked, patting his knee. Tony looked from around Ziva.
"Did you just call him Tim? When did this happen? You patted his knee. McGee, are you going to throw up? Here if you need to throw up, I'll open the gate and hold your belt. You can throw up out the back. Imagine that! Woooo! 30,000 foot vomit bomb! 30,000 foot PROBIE vomit bomb. That's great! McGee you want to?"
McGee smiled at Ziva, chuckling slightly at Tony's idea. "Yeah Ziva, I'm good. Just want to take care of all this."
"We will Tim. We will."
"Alright everyone! Gather round! We're gearing up. DiNozzo, don't press buttons."
"Yeah Boss."
Gibbs descended into the hold from a door towards the front of the plane. His team unclipped themselves from their seats, walking shakily towards a cargo bin that was behind the jeep. As the team approached it, Gibbs unclipped the top, folding it back.
"Gear up."
Within the cargo bin was equipment that McGee never thought he'd ever wear or use, Tony only dreamt of, and Ziva was very familiar with. Dragon Skin military issue bullet proof vests, tactical vests, shooting glasses, volume controlling earphones with built in microphones, Kevlar tactical kneepads, combat boots and other tactical accessories.
"Wow."
"I know, Probie. Wow."
"Ok, Ziver, you tell these knuckleheads how all this gear is used. We have about an hour and a half till we land. And we're not in friendly territory. I'm getting the final details of the mission together, as well as making sure the foreign intelligence liaisons in the area have our backs." And with that, Gibbs bounded up the steel stairs, disappearing through the door that he came.
Tony and Tim looked at each other nervously, as Ziva pulled two M-4 Carbine rifles and slings from the box, tossing them to the two gawking agents. They held the weapons in surprise, then, silently thanking Gibbs for the assault rifle training he had taught them, began inspecting the weapons.
"Looks like we're in the big leagues now McGoo."
"Yeah." Tim spoke deeply. "Yeah we are."
A/N: I know, I know, McGee and Tony using assault rifles. It may seem farfetched, but I think it fits them well (for the situation and the location).
