Gibbs looked up at the sky and stated, "Storm's coming."

Tony automatically looked up when he said that and frowned. The sky in question was clear. In fact, it was blue. Which was a first for the week. Tony had been starting to think that the only colour it could be was grey.

"Uh, looks pretty good to me, boss."

Gibbs shook his head. "There's definitely going to be a storm."

The only hint towards bad weather, if you could call it that, was that it was cold. But then again it was October so of course it was going to be cold. And being cold did not mean that there was going to be a storm. Of course, he wasnt foing to tell Gibbs that. He wasnt that stupid.

The three agents looked at each other and shrugged. None of them were goijg to even think about arguing woth Gibbs, after all. He didn't even elaborate on his comment, didn't start preparing for anything or tell them to pack up so whatever weather that was coming their way couldn't be that bad. Maybe it was just him hinting that they were going too slow and that they should speed up?

They continued on with their work, not really thinking much more of it. Though, Tony couldn't help but inspect the sky every so often. There was no change in the weather so he just shrugged off Gibbs warning. It was obviously nothing to worry about.

Famous last words.

Sure enough, Gibbs was right. Why any of them ever doubted him was beyond Tony but they had. Who knew the sky could change so quickly like that?

Where there had been a reasonably clear sky was now full of towering clouds. The temperature had dropped and the wind had picked up. And of course there was the rain. A lot of rain. It was coming down so fast that it actually stung his exposed skin. How did this happen so fast? One second it was dry and almost pleasant and the next it was like a hose had been turned on, drenching them all. Eurgh, he hated the feeling of a wet shirt sticking to his skin.

Ziva, amusingly, had quickly taken on the appearance of a drowned rat. Her hair slicked down with water in ratty strands. So much different from her usual sleek amd straightened hair or bouncy curls. Her clothes were plastered against her, making her look smaller than usual.

Tony could feel water dripping down his back. He'd only been out in it for mere seconds. Seconds! How was he so wet?

The whole world was drenched and a massive puddle had already formed on the corner over there. There was all of their evidence washed away. Great. Just great.

"Get inside the van!" Gibbs bellowed at them as the wind picked up.

He didn't need to tell them twice as they bolted for the vehicle in question. They didn't even have to close the doors because the wind slammed them shut behind them, McGee nearly lost his fingers.

They were dripping. Actually, dripping was too mild a word. The water was coming off them like tiny streams. The floor of the van was already wet and muddy from them and their feet. Tony frowned. This was not going to be fun to clean up later.

He shook his head in an attempt to dry off a bit, forgetting just how small a space they were crammed into.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked as he accidentally soaked everyone.

Whoops. He definitely hadn't meant to do that.

"Sorry, wasn't thinking, boss."

"Obviously," Gibbs said with a glare.

They all stripped off their coats and hung them over this in am effort to get somewhat drier. It involved a lot of elbows between ribs and toes getting stomped on. Four people didn't really fit comfortably in the back of the evidence van.

"Ah!" Went Ziva as she slipped.

Both he and Gibbs seized an arm each before she could go anywhere. Ziva finally found some grip on the floor and they were all steady again.

"Thank you," she said, looking annoyed with herself.

Gibbs waved her off, "You would have brought us all down with you."

Tony was thankful that that didn't happen. He looked to the floor in distaste. There was no way he wanted to be coated in that mucky water. Yuck. Not that he could say much when he was looking and feeling like a drowned rat. But he didn't want to be a muddy drowned rat. Water dripped off the end of his nose. Ziva swept away her hair from her face but some curls remained stuck across it. Tony's lips twitched. They all looked ridiculous but now was not the time to laugh. Especially when they were all in such close quarters.

"I think I left evidence outside," McGee just realised.

"Then go get it, McGee," Gibbs growled.

"In tha-" McGee gestured upwards where they could hear the rain pounding on the roof. Gibbs glared at him. "Going out now, Boss."

They all braced themselves as McGee had to shove the door open in order to get out. Rain blew in immediately.

"Hurry, McGee!" Tony urged, shielding his face.

The rain stung!

A zigzag of light shot across the sky in the brief moment the doors were open.

"Lightening," Tony said redundantly.

'CRASH' went the thunder pretty soon after. Yet they still jumped. It was pretty close.

"About three miles away," Gibns told them.

"Do you use the elephant method of counting?" Tony couldn't resist asking

"Elephant method?" Ziva asked in confusion.

"You know, for counting between the lightening and the thunder," Tony explained. "One elephant, two elephant, three elephant and so on."

"You could just count normally."

"But you might count it too fast and think that the storm is further away than it really is."

"Then you just assume that it is closer."

"But that isn't precise at all!"

"And counting elephants is?"

Tony just shook his head at her. She didn't get it.