MacGyver rounded the corner into the bullpen. "What have we got?" he demanded, coming to a halt behind Gibbs' desk and leaning over the agent's shoulder.

Tony shot a glance at McGee. "Does this seem really familiar to you somehow?" he asked in a low whisper. "Gibbs normally hangs over your shoulder like that."

"Think we found where Salazar rabbited to. BOLO came back on his vehicle, putting him on a highway by the foothills of the mountains, right here," Gibbs said, pointing to a map on one of his computer screens.

Tony piped up as Mac's brows lowered in confusion. "DEA seems to think he has a hideout in there somewhere."

Mac looked around, spotting his laptop on the corner of McGee's desk. He crossed the bullpen to snag it, balanced it on Gibbs' desk, and logged in. He looked up as McGee and Tony stepped over to watch, and explained, "The Phoenix Foundation is working with a few Audubon Societies in Virginia to increase the population of the endangered Loggerhead Shrike that migrate to this area. We've got satellite maps of the areas here that are… Ah, ha! Look at that," MacGyver interrupted, pointing to the screen. He glanced back at the image on Gibbs' monitor, and grinned. "Looks like our guy's car was found down here, and the images indicate there's a few buildings scattered over there; although there are no access roads and very few clearings leading to them. If we go in from this direction," he said, pointing to another part of the forest, "the woods are thicker, but the hills less steep. We can probably cut him off, if we get started right away."

"You can get us there?" Gibbs asked, frowning at the maps.

"Easily. Really, there're only two ways in…"

"I am not rappelling in from a helicopter," Gibbs informed his old friend.

Mac appeared only mildly disappointed. "Then there's really only one way in," he amended. "How quickly can we get…" He read the map, then pointed to a spot on the computer screen. "…there?"

"The way Gibbs drives?" McGee muttered under his breath. In a louder tone, he offered, "About an hour, by these roads. Are we gearing up, Boss?"

Gibbs ignored him. "Small team?" he asked his old friend.

"No more than three," Mac confirmed.

Gibbs stood and started gathering his equipment from his desk drawers. The others watched him, waiting for directions. "Bishop. Go home. Pack. You're with us."

"Into the… the deep woods?" she repeated.

His eyes alight with the impending adventure, MacGyver missed the growing terror on her face. "That's where our suspect is," he nodded.

"Why me?" Bishop demanded.

Gibbs' expression darkened. "Because I told you to."

"Time to earn her 'Deep Woods Adventurer' Patch?" Mac asked the team leader, and he smiled when Gibbs nodded. "Gotcha! A first-class ticket to MacGyver-Land for Field Agent Certification!"

Another nod confirmed it, then the Boss returned his attention to Bishop, handing over a piece of paper. "Go home. Pack."

"What are we going to do, Boss?" McGee asked, and it was obvious he was trying to hide how left-out he felt.

MacGyver took it upon himself to answer. "You both are two of the best investigators I've had the privilege of working with," he started, and swallowed back his smile as both guys unconsciously puffed their chests. "I need you to coordinate with local LEOs and the Phoenix Foundation. Stay on the paper trail; figure out where his distribution sites are, business associates, buyers, all that good stuff. Who is hiring him to do what? We need those answers, and you're the best bet we have in getting them."

Bishop took the paper from Gibbs' hand with nerveless fingers and read it. "This is what I'm supposed to pack? I don't even own a sleeping bag… Toilet paper? Are you serious?"

"Aww, c'mon, Gibbs…Really?" Mac chimed in, earning a grateful look from Bishop. "You're getting soft in your old age! I thought you were going to give her the full experience!"

Bishop's expression of horrified betrayal almost made DiNozzo and McGee laugh aloud. "If we don't bring our own toilet paper…?"

"We use leaves," Mac informed her gently, taking pity on her genuine distress. "Which brings me back to my question, Oh Great White Hunter… Why toilet paper, if you're going to teach her how to survive in the woods?"

"Last time, somebody didn't know what poison ivy looked like. Didn't go so well."

Bishop let out a wail and buried her head in her hands. "I am going to die!"