March 14
"Success is truly the result of good judgement. Good judgement is the result of experience and experience is often the result of bad judgement." - Anthony Robbins.
"We must be mad."
"Sssssh!"
"Probie, we're going to die."
"Shut up! You'll give away our position."
"We're up against an ex-Marine sniper and an ex-assassin. They already know exactly where we are."
"This was your idea."
Tony and McGee were hidden behind two trees within a few feet of eachother. Somewhere close, Gibbs and Ziva were also hiding, no doubt lying on their stomachs with a clear shot aimed straight at their hearts... Or their heads.
Tony winced. "We're mad." He repeated, peering around the corner of the tree.
He didn't notice Tim raise his weapon. He didn't realise he was in Ziva's line of sight until it was too late. Tony yelped loudly, the dark red paint smearing across his jacket as he stepped forward, arms outstretched.
"I give up. You got me, you win. We're never going to get you."
"Don't be so sure." McGee grinned smugly, eyeing the assassin's hiding place, waiting.
"What are you so happy about?" Tony grumbled as Ziva emerged from a group of bushes, gun resting on her shoulder. The yellow stain of paint caught his attention. "Did you shoot yourself? Or are you two practising without me again?"
Ziva smile, touching the paint in wonder. "Gibbs, you can come out now."
"Where is he?" McGee glanced around. "I guessed southwest."
"Thirty-four metres southwest." She nodded, leaving Tony gaping at her reply.
"You scare me sometimes. I feel as though we should have taken your guns off you to make it fair." He pouted, watching Ziva drop her weapon on the floor. "See, now I feel more comfortable."
"Really?" McGee stared at the other man, disbelief written across his face.
The knife skimmed past Tony's ear before he even had a chance to blink, let alone squeal like a girl. Which he did, after his brain caught up.
Gibbs appeared then, mud across his face and a smile tugging his lips.
"Boss, this was not a fair split." The older man shrugged, briefly touching Ziva's shoulder in a silent gesture of appreciation. "Boss!"
"Home." He said, letting his team follow, just like they always did.