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Chapter 9: Warm welcome to Louisiana

The Lear jet softly landed on the tarmac of Acadiana Regional Airport and the agents were greeted by two uniformed men standing by huge police pickup truck, typical muscle car that could be found in that region filled with swamps and water sodden streets.

"So you guys the folks from DC?" The tall red faced man with a badge identifying him as Deputy Clark asked as a matter of introduction. "I ain't believed you were coming."

Gibbs smirked ironically at the man, towering over him a good few inches, "Glad we're still able to surprise people. Who is the man in charge?"

"Detective Bill Rowlings, he's at our main office. I've been ordered to bring you to him." Clark took a handkerchief and started wiping the sweat from his chin and neck, as the temperatures were a balmy 79F. Tony and McGee were already starting to sweat while Gibbs in no moment showed his discomfort.

The other man measured up each of the agents before his gaze skimmed on Ziva before finally landing on Buchanan, who bore his examination quietly. The man's face changed to a malicious smile, before turning to Clark. "Is this the muffin they were talking about at the precinct?"

McGee glared at the two snickering men, who studied them as if they had been measured and found lacking in the locals' opinion.

"Is it just y'all or are all y'all goin'?"

Before the confused looks received from the team, Deputy Clark pointed to the truck and said, "Throw your things in the booth, ladies, we're going for a ride."

Gibbs' glare at their backs was enough to melt the ice caps on the arctic, but it went unnoticed by the two men who opened the doors of the truck for them to hop in.

Joy glanced to Ziva who was squinting at them with a very dangerous glint in her eyes and whispered in Hebrew.

"Do you have your knives with you?"

"Always, why?"

"You might need them for teaching some boys a lesson."

"Rather sooner than later, uhm?"

Both women smiled at each other, earning an unnerved glance from Tony who couldn't understand a word they were speaking.

"Hey, no whispering during the class, girls." He teased them, just to receive a glare from Gibbs.

"Get in, DiNozzo," Gibbs pointed to the backseat of the pickup, where they would have to squeeze two women and three men at the backseat while Gibbs sat with the other deputy in the front.

In the end, Tony had Ziva on his lap, Joy was on Tim's and Deputy Snarky was being squeezed against the door.

Deputy Clark hopped on the driver's seat and glanced with a small smirk to the backseat where everyone was crushed against each other, then to Gibbs who was looking at him with squinting eyes.

"Welcome to Louisiana, folks."

Tony moaned as Ziva moved, hitting her elbow on his ribcage, while Joy and McGee fumbled trying to find a more comfortable position.

"You okay, Tony?"

"Yeah," he gasped, "I've just forgotten how to breathe."

Joy smiled lightly, looking at Gibbs in the front seat. "I'm starting to remember why I loved this place."