A/N: Since a few reviewers have asked, here's a list of who turns into what. Gibbs: wolf, Mcgee: wolf, Ziva: snake, Ducky: hawk, DiNozzo: cougar, Damon: cougar, Jimmy: vampire, Abby: Fae (elves and fairies, ect.), Vance: lion. You reviewers are the best. Love you to bits.
Rule Twenty-One: Don't pull your gun unless you plan to use it.
"Ziva, what the hell were you thinking?" Tim asked while securing handcuffs on what had originally been a witness.
"He hit you McGee. Of course I was going to pull my weapon."
It was definitely not the point. The small young man, Fae by the scent of him and who reminded Tim an awful lot of Jimmy, didn't look like he could do damage to a wet paper bag, much less him. But the poor guy was emotionally overwrought to begin with and being questioned by NCIS Agents, even as non-threatening as Tim and Ziva seemed, so it wasn't any surprise that the witness lashed out.
"It's just a black eye, not like it won't heal in a few hours." Tim blanched for a second as he asked, "You weren't actually going to shoot him, were you?"
The look on Ziva's face could only be interpreted as surprise. "No. I thought the threat would be sufficient to make him stand down. It worked."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Rule Twenty One Ziva."
"Never be caught off guard?"
"No. That's Rule Fourteen. Twenty One is don't pull your gun unless you're gonna use it. And didn't Boss tell you the next time you broke that Rule he was gonna make you box with him?" The shudder he got from her said just how much she didn't want to do that. "All right. I won't tell him, if you promise me you won't break it anymore."
Ziva helped him stuff the witness into their car before answering. "Fine. But Gibbs will know something happened when he sees the mark on your face."
He flashed her a cheeky smile. "You let me deal with that. I have ways of distracting him."
Laughing, Ziva clapped him on the shoulder.
End.