"Gah!" McGee exclaimed in annoyance, taking the camera away from his face and glaring.

"What's up McGee?" Tony asked, looking up from his analysis of the blood splatter, he really needed to get Ziva to confirm something. "Forgot how the camera works?"

McGee turned his glare on him.

"I know how the camera works, Tony."

He shrugged. "Then there's no problem, right? You have the easiest job at the moment."

"I agree!" Ziva shouted over, unable to look up as she was sorting out a cast of the tire tracks they found.

"Easy unless something keeps on getting into your shot," McGee grumbled.

"What? Is the body waving back or something?"

Now that would be some Hallowe'en weirdness they really didn't need. Though, it would be less work for Ducky and Palmer. Did working on zombies come under a Medical Examiner's job description?

"Or is it a squirrel? They may be tame but I hear they can be quite possessive," Tony joked. "Better keep those nutter butters out of sight. They'll try to steal them and then no one will be happy."

"Leaves," McGee decided to interrupt him. Leaves keep on falling on the body."

"Well that's no fun," Tony snorted, turning back around, already bored woth the conversation.

"They're stopping me from getting the proper pictures," McGee said in exasperation.

Why did they have to fall on an identifying mark or the bruising or the cuts? Why couldn't they just drift down and land next to their victim's head or something? It was like the leaves were conspiring against him.

"Just pick them off or blow them away."

"Make sure you use gloves if you pick 'em off," Gibbs said.

McGee nodded. "Will do."

He was probably only going to get a picture or two before even more leaves fell. Tony felt frustrated even thinking about it. As callous as it sounded, why couldn't the guy have been killed away from the trees? That would have made everyone's life a lot easier.
He watched McGee pull on a pair of gloves and started removing the leaves. Sure enough, he had been right and more leaves followed.

Tony nudged his partner with his elbow.

"Ziva here loves autumn leaves, don't you?"

She glared at him but nodded sharply, much to the bemusement of McGee. Ha. He got her to admit it in public. Though, it looked like he was going to pay for that later. He just found it so amusing how much glee she got from leaves.

"I hate the noise snakes make slithering over leaves," McGee said with a shudder.

"Is it the sound of doom and gloom, McAfraid?" Tony teased only to get a glare in return.

"Why does the sound bother you so much?" Ziva asked, crouching done in inspect the snake. "This one is harmless."

"Don't touch it, Ziver," Gibbs said as he walked past.

"I know," she said with an eye roll. "I do not want to be bit even if it is not poisonous."

"Or venomous," Tony added. "But McGee hasn't answered the question."

"You didn't ask a question."

"I asked what you hated about the sound."

"I believe you asked something about doom and gloom," Ziva told him.

"Yeah, I wanted to know if he's scared of snakes."

"I never said anything about being scared of them," McGee said, annoyed. "I said that I hated the noise they made."

"See, Ziva, he's avoiding answering."

"I see that, Tony," she said with an eye roll. "Leave him alone.

"That means he doesn't want to answer," Tony continued, paying no heed his partner.

"I've basically answered."

"Still not an answer."

Oh, it was just too easy to wind up McGee sometimes. You think that the man would be used to Tony's antics by now but apparently not.

"I am not afraid of snakes," McGee said indignantly. "I was a boy scout."

"That doesn't really answer the question McFraidy-Cat."

"Especially not of a grass snake," Ziva said after inspecting the snake a bit further before getting back up.

Had it really hung around this whole time? Tony thought snakes preferred to not be around people.

A lizard chose this moment to jump out, making Tony yelp (It was not a shriek) and stumble backwards, much to everyone's amusement.

"Afriad of lizards, Tony?" McGee couldn't help but tease.

"Of course not," Tony sniffed, quickly regaining control of himself. "I was just shocked, that was all."

"Pretty sure you were scared."

"Shocked. And anyone would be if something jumped out at them."

"I don't know," said McGee, glancing at Ziva with a grin on his face. "That sounded like a frightened shriek to me. What do you think, Ziva?"

"It was definitely a shriek."

"Shout, it was a shout," Tony corrected. "DiNozzo's don't shriek."

"You did."

"I did not."

He wasnt going have that go around the office. No, thank you. He would never hear the end of it.

"None of us did," McGee continued as if Tony hadn't said anything, his grin turning into a smirk.

"Well," he gave them a disgruntled look. "It didn't come out and attack you, did it?"

"It didn't attack you."

"Not attack me? Of course it did! Didn't you see? It came right at me, teeth first!"

"Now I know that idiom," Ziva said with a frown. "It is head first, is it not?"

"It is," McGee assured her.

"Then Tony got an idiom wrong?"

"I did not get an idiom wrong. It literally came out head first."

"Like a baby," McGee said with a straight face.

Oh, he was laughing at him. Tony was going to make sure the Probie paid for that later. He wasn't sure how but McGee was going to pay.

"It was all ready to attack me."

Was he going to get no sympathy? What fantastic friends. Not.

"I think you would actually be injured if it decided to attack you," Ziva pointed out.

"Whose side are you on anyway?" He hissed at her.