"Who the hell keeps farm animals in the city?" Tony whined, slogging through the backyard of their prime suspect in the Rowland murder. "Boss, is that goat looking at me funny?"

"Shut up," Gibbs hissed, nevertheless agreeing with Tony's assessment – the regret about the involvement of barnyard animals, anyway. He'd had every opportunity to send Ziva and McGee around the back, but he'd had to suggest them taking the front door while he and Tony moved around back to… As a man with no shirt on burst through the back door, he forgot all livestock-related complaints, shouting, "NCIS! Put your hands up!"

The man, who looked like a decidedly scruffier version of their target, immediately surrendered. "Dude, don't shoot! Whatever you do, don't shoot!"

Gibbs pointed Tony through the back door to assist Ziva and McGee as he cuffed the suspect on the rear porch. "Nice to finally meet you, Cpl. Clark."

"Whatever, dude, just get us away from the house before the shit goes up!"

"What are you…?"

From inside the house, he heard Tony say, "Oh, crap, it's a meth lab."

"How do you know?" Ziva asked incredulously.

"I worked in Narcotics in Baltimore for two years," Tony answered, shoving both her and McGee out the door. "The fumes and stuff in here are highly flammable and noxious and whatever else bad stuff that'll require us to be hosed off by hazmat." Gibbs followed them down the steps into the backyard, pushing the handcuffed man ahead of him. "I didn't turn off anything that looked like it was boiling before leaving, so we gotta get somebody here, fast."

"A complete confession would make your life so much easier right about now, Clark." Gibbs wasn't sorry that Clark didn't respond positively to increased pressure on his arms.

As they waited for the hazmat team to arrive, several of the goats in the backyard pen approached the fence. Tony was the first to get uncomfortable. "Anybody see some tin cans we can feed them?"

Ziva, predictably, did not understand. "Why would they eat metal?"

"Uh, they…just do, okay? And then trolls eat them. It's the circle of life."

"It seems a bit ridiculous to feed cans to animals, though." She reached over the fence and scratched one of the goats on the head between its horns. "They seem friendly."

"Then why do goats go to hell?"

"What does that…?"

Tony interrupted her, "Oh, sorry, that's in the wrong half for you, I guess. Hey, here's the hazmat guys!"

When they were in the process of being decontaminated, Ziva turned to Gibbs. "Do goats really eat metal?"

"No idea. I didn't grow up in a town that small."

"I did not mean…"

She was interrupted by Tony's wolf whistle. "Good choice on the t-shirt today, Ziva."

Her brow furrowed as she turned toward him. "The water is cold!"

"It was a compliment! McGee was too shy to say anything and…"

"Hey!"

"Whatever, Probie. I don't think I need to remind you that her face is up there."

Ziva didn't even look at McGee, keeping her attention on Tony as she threw her shoulders back. "I am sure the cold water is doing wonders below the waist for you, Tony."

"Heh." He delayed for a few moments before continuing, "I think one of the best things Seinfeld ever did for the world was educate women about shrinkage. Not that a guy like me isn't still impressive, regardless of temperature, but for all the poor saps out there who…"

"Hey!" McGee repeated.

"Way to prove the point, Tiny Tim."

Gibbs was saved from intervening when a man in a blue rubber suit approached them. "Good thing you folks called us. This could have been a real mess if you hadn't recognized the situation."

"Uh huh." Gibbs took an unconscious step out of the way as Tony suddenly ran past, followed by Ziva, who had managed to gain control of one of the hazmat team's portable shower nozzles. Within a few seconds, he had tripped and toppled over the fence, sending goats running.

"Guess we should be even more thankful there wasn't an explosion if those two were inside."

"Well…" Gibbs watched Tony struggle back over the fence and try to fight Ziva for the hose before turning to the man in the hazmat suit. "They're professional when the situation calls for it."

"Sure. Well, you should be clear to leave."

"Thanks." Gibbs began to walk toward his misbehaving agents before thinking better of it. "Hey! If you two are about finished, get in the car and get back to NCIS!"

"But I just got the hose!" Tony complained.

"He does smell like goats, Gibbs," Ziva said seriously, wringing water from her hair.

"Then it's a good thing McGee and I are riding in the other car." Gibbs didn't give them a chance to protest further, muttering as he walked away, "Oughta leave you both with the damn goats."