Title: Teammates
Rating: T
Disclaimer: With the exception of Jasmine McGee, and the nameless pilot, none of these characters are my creation. McAbby pairing, and Jasmine/Palmer.
Summary: Tony, McGee, Ziva, and Palmer go missing.
Falling from the Sky
Abby Sciuto stood in her lab, running various tests on a small mountain of evidence, for a particularly stubborn case the team was investigating right now.
She picked up a glass evidence jar and turned around, and suddenly was overwhelmed with a feeling of dread.
She gasped at the suddenness of it, and the glass jar shattered as slid through her fingers and hit the floor.
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They didn't know what hit them.
One minute they were in the air, in the small passenger plane that had taken Tony, McGee, and Ziva out of D.C. on a case. They were accompanied by Jimmy Palmer, Ducky's young morgue assistant, who had been called home suddenly for a family emergency.
The next minute, a deafening roar, and a bone-jarring, mind-blowing, earth-shattering crash changed their reality into that of their worst nightmares.
Tony was the first to stir. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but judging by his watch, which he had happened to glance at, at that split second moment that divided before and after, he knew it couldn't have been more than a few moments. He slowly tried to move, cognizant that he could be injured, and found himself to be more or less intact.
He looked to his left, where McGee had been sitting. The Junior Agent was also stirring awake, and was sporting a nasty cut on his temple. The bleeding had been profuse enough, judging by the looks of it, but Tony knew that facial cuts always bled worse than they really were. He reached over and shook McGee's shoulder.
McGee slowly turned and looked at Tony. "What the hell was that?" he asked, still in a bit of a daze.
Tony shook his head, then looked around, noting two of their number were missing.
"Where's Ziva? And Jimmy? Damnit, he's the closest thing we've got to a doctor."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better, Tony? Because if it is, it isn't working." McGee said, groggily. He slowly moved his limbs around, as Tony had done, and found that he was also more or less okay.
"I'm gonna check on the pilot," McGee said, arising out of his seat. "You look for Ziva and Palmer." Tony blinked. "They were across the aisle. But across the aisle is gone now," he said, noting the gaping hole in the side of the fuselage.
When McGee's footsteps had stopped, as he reached the cockpit, Tony sat a moment, listening. Things were quiet - too quiet. He'd never admit it, but it was giving him the goosies. He got up carefully, and went to look for their missing colleagues.