The black sedan sped on like a dark beetle, crawling through the darkness of the night. Gibbs was at the wheel again, as the others pulled on Kevlar vests, checking weapons.

"Why do all these nut jobs choose some dark, isolated place to carry out their equally dark deeds?" Tony grumbled, strapping the Velcro on the vest, which he had pulled over his shirt. The car pulled to a stop, and the agents stepped out, gravel crunching under their boots.

"DiNozzo. You're with me." Gibbs said. "Ziva, you're with McGee. Go round back." They nodded, and ran round the side of the patchwork metal building. Gibbs and Tony waited for their signal, but did not receive any for a while.

"Oh Boss, we've found Holly Worth." McGee's voice came through the earpiece. "She's alive." Gibbs exhaled.

"Ellen McKenzie is nowhere in sight." Ziva said.

"Copy that. McGee, stay with her. Ziva, enter through the back, clear the building." Gibbs said.

"Got it Gibbs." Ziva said solidly.

"On three. One, two, three." Tony kicked in the door, gun leveled, torch in other hand. At the other end, Ziva stood in the doorway, torchlight piercing through the blanket of darkness. Gibbs shone his torch around the facility, which was empty. A phone beeped. Gibbs pulled his out, and answered.

"Yeah Gibbs."

"Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed into her side of the phone. Gibbs held the phone away from his ear until she had finished.

"Yeah Abbs?" he said. Tony continued shining his torch around.

"Remember the fabric you guys brought back from the first crime scene?" Abby asked, in her usual lightning speed. "Well, there were a few prints on it. I ran them through AFIS and other than the prints from the victim, there was one that belonged to Marine Lieutenant Holly Nicole Worth." Any fool could have heard her triumphance.

"Thanks, Abbs. I'll get you a Caf-pow! later."

"Make that a No Caf-Pow! Gibbs, it's late." Gibbs smiled, and flipped his phone shut. Then a thought struck him, as Ziva joined them. "Lieutenant Worth isn't the victim, she's the killer! McGee? McGee, come in." There was silence.

Ziva and Tony started running across the room. They burst through the door. "Tony, get McGee!" Ziva hollered, taking a leap into the field, and running through it. She could faintly see the Marine running towards the end of the field. She, too, ran, and the gap between them closed slowly.

"Battle of the agencies." Tony whistled, as McGee gave a sudden groan. "Miss Marine, versus Miss NCIS-ex Mossad. Who will win?" the two figures slowly disappeared from sight, as McGee groaned again. "Sorry. How you feeling, McGee?"

"Peachy." He replied, wobbling as he stood up. Tony pulled him up. "Ouch." He said, wiping his hands on his trousers. Tony turned towards the field again, squinting to see the two.

"Well, what hurts?" Tony asked, not turning. There was no answer from McGee, but a thump beside him. Tony turned, and sighed, at the agent lying peacefully on the grass. Of course, McGee had fainted.

Ziva's head was pounding, as she sprinted after the Marine, who was beginning to slow down. There was a road ahead, and she spotted a familiar black sedan. Gibbs. She smiled to herself. Always one step ahead.

She was about to shoot the Lieutenant in the leg, when she noticed the Lieutenant's knee fold a little, as she stepped in a pothole. Like a cat, she leapt onto the Lieutenant, and they hit the ground, Ziva on top of her. Ziva pulled her arms back, and cuffed them.

"You're under arrest for the murders of Petty Officers Charles Petrelli and Anthony Daniels." She snapped, leading her to the road, where Gibbs was waiting, an amused smile on his face. "Gibbs?"

"Ziva?" he replied. Sweat beaded along Ziva's hairline, which met in a sharp widow's peak on her forehead. She wiped the sweat away with the back of her palm, and smiled.

"Book her." Ziva requested. "And is there a bottle of water anywhere?" Gibbs nodded to the trunk.

"In the trunk." He said, before turning to Lieutenant Worth. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be…" his voice echoed out of Ziva's mind, as she emptied half a bottle, the other half going over her hands.

"Guys. You there?" she said. There was a small sound, almost like a whimper, or whine.

"Hey Ziva." Tony said. "I don't know where you are, but it's really dark and creepy down here, and McGee sort of fainted. So could you guys come and get us, please?" Ziva smirked.

"Yeah sure." She said, grinning. "You can sit in the back with Lieutenant Worth. And trust me, she's sweating like hell." Tony groaned. "And is McGee okay?"

"Well, thanks, Ziva." He said, as sarcastically as he could. "He's relatively fine, I think he's sleeping or something."

"DiNozzo." Gibbs said, cutting in on the conversation. There was a moment of silence.

"Oh hey, Boss." Tony said, almost annoyingly cheerful. "Just so you know, McGee's out, and it's really dark, and-"

"I know, DiNozzo." Gibbs said, dismissively. "I'm not deaf either."

Back in the spot behind the warehouse, which looked like a haunted house looming over the empty, silent, road, Tony sat on a patch of grass. He squinted through the darkness across the field, occasional stars lighting up the inky black sky. Beside him, McGee shuddered, and sat up, slowly.

"Hey McGee, welcome back to the land of the living." Tony said, and stopped. "Hey Boss, how about Ellen McKenzie?" there was a muffled swear on the other end, and a screech as the car stopped. Then there was silence, and a pop as an earpiece was removed.

Realization dawned on the two, and they hurriedly pulled out their own earpieces. Just in time, as Gibbs roared: "Where is Petty Officer Ellen McKenzie?" Even though they were holding their earpieces away from their ears, Gibbs' voice was clearly audible.

"Ouch. That was loud." Tony remarked, wincing sympathetically. There was a momentary silence, as the agents replaced the earpieces, and they briefly wondered if Gibbs had spoilt another set of wires, it would not be the first time anyway. Then Lieutenant Worth spoke.

"Underneath, we are really excited how Owen's union seems eratic." She said monotonously. Tony and McGee could practically hear Gibbs fuming.

"Where. is. she." he repeated.

"I think the daisies are nice this time of year, don't you?" Lieutenant Worth replied airily. Tony could imagine a smug smile playing across Lieutenant Worth's sharp features, Gibbs icy cold Marine glare unable to extinguish it. That would be a first.

McGee snapped his fingers triumphantly. "I know where she is! Underneath the warehouse! Get it? 'We are really excited how Owen's union seems erratic' w-a-r-e-h-o-u-s-e. Find some daisies, and she's underneath."

"Good work, McGee." Tony said, thumping him on the back. McGee winced. "Sorry. Boss, we're gonna go check it out." Tony pulled McGee to his feet, carefully, and they entered the warehouse, and shone their torches around the interior.

"Tony!" McGee hollered, and the agent ran over. McGee pointed his torch at the short, grey industrial grade tube in the floor.

"Petty Officer Ellen McKenzie! This is NCIS! Are you in there?" Tony hollered. They waited.

"Yes! Please help me!" a scared voice called out. Tony and McGee exchanged looks.

"Boss, we found her." McGee said.

"How are we gonna get her out?" Tony hissed. "We don't have any shovels."

"Thank you, I think I realized that, Tony." McGee hissed back. "We can only use our hands!" Tony frowned, and peeled off his watch.

"Damn." He bent down, and began to scoop dirt from the ground, whining to himself. Something about recently manicured nails. McGee almost laughed as he heard Tony's whines, and started digging a small hole in the ground.

"Don't be such a girl, Tony." McGee said, earning a scowl from his colleague. The conversation in their earpieces began to flicker out, as the dirt began to pile up around them.

"Hey guys." Ziva said, voice sounding faint. "We're going back to the office first, and we'll be back with some equipment for you two." Tony grunted, wiping his forehead, dragging a line of dirt over his face.

"God knows how long that'll take." He groaned. McGee murmured something in response. "What?" McGee turned to face him.

"I've got something." He said. Tony shuffled over to him. McGee had hit a wooden surface, like part of a wooden plank. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"It depends on what you're thinking, McGee." He said, sarcastically, feigning interest and excitement, scooping up more dirt. "You know, I'm not Professor X, and you're not Jean Grey. So, what are you thinking?" he managed to say the last sentence pleasantly, and McGee resisted the urge to laugh.

"More towards the line of a coffin." He said. "A wooden coffin." Now it was Tony's turn to smile, and he did.

"What? Does she build things in her basement too?" he said, in another greatly exaggerated tone of shock. "Get'cha DIY coffin at your nearest hardware store today!" he frowned. "That sounds so weird."

"Ya think?" McGee growled, mimicking Gibbs, giving his best impression of the Gibbs glare.

"Oh don't go all Gibbs on me." Tony said. Then imitating Ziva in a high, girly voice, which sounded more chipmunk than human. "I can kill you eighteen different ways with this paperclip." They laughed, grabbing more dirt.

A/N It's just occurred to me that some of you might think that I hate McGee or something, and I don't! Love him LOADS! Thanks so much for reading! Hope you liked this chapter, and do review/follow/favourite! Happy (very very very early) holidays!

-Eliza:)