A/N! May I introduce my muse, Sage!

*Sage flips her long, sagebrush colored hair* Hello!

Excuse her, she's very vain. (I am NOT!) My muse takes on a fairy like appearance: red-brown skin, grey-green hair, obsidian eyes. (*she preens*)And buck naked. All the freaking time. (Hehehe!) Grrrr… I'm crazy. And delusional.

Anyways, no clue why I introduced her! Sage has gifted me with an AMAZING scene for this story. Enjoy!

The Latina Magia were not pleased. Law enforcement had found their ritual site before they could clean up. What's worse, they had a Wiccan on their side. A very powerful, very in-control Wiccan. She would have to go…

(Scene Change)

"Why do we have to go to this place again?" Tony whined to no one in particular.

"Because this is the only place that is rumored to sell Deadly Nightshade in a forty-five mile radius." Ziva growled at him in annoyance.

While they bickered, Rosa and McGee shared an exasperated look. They were in the front seat, McGee driving and Rosa sitting shotgun, with Tony and Ziva in the back arguing like little kids. "So what is this nightshade stuff exactly? I've heard of it, but…" Tim cast Rosa a curious glance.

"It's a poisonous plant often used in dark magick, or just as a poison. I honestly don't know much about it. I keep as much distance from the Black Stuff as possible," she said thoughtfully.

They were silent for a while, before Rosa started getting a tickling feeling on the back of her neck. She whirled around, but Tony, who was sitting behind her, was very involved in a sissy-slap-fight with Ziva. She settled back down, frowning. A chill ran down her spine, and every hair on her arms stood on end. She glanced around the car, but no one else seemed to be having these problems. An oppressive aura that she couldn't see moved in like a fast moving, black fog. Then she saw them in the rearview mirror. A Caucasian man with orange-red hair was hanging out the window of a black beamer. He smiled a chilling, cavity-filled smile at her, and drew a nine millimeter pistol.

She didn't waste a second.

"MCGEE! GIVE ME THE WHEEL!" she shrieked, as a bullet shattered the passenger-side mirror.

"But-"

"JUST MOVE, DAMN IT!" She had an impressive set of lungs, Tony noted as he rubbed his ears.

She held the wheel steady as Tim scrambled out and back over the arm rest. She slid easily into the driver's seat and hit the gas. They sped down the thankfully empty side-street, nearing ninety miles an hour. She suddenly hit the brakes and cranked the wheel hard to the left. Tim and Ziva fell sideways and squashed Tony into the back of the passenger seat. Ziva wiggled out of the dog pile and drew a gun. She and Rosa were practically reading each other's minds. She rolled down her window just before they drove by the beamer. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! There was a bullet in the bumper, and two more in the in the roof.

CRACK! CRACK! Ziva returned the reports with two of her own. She, however, didn't miss. The beamer swerved, then crashed to a halt; its front end almost split in two by a pole.

Rosa didn't slow down. Just as Tony was about to say something, the back window shattered, and the offending forty-five caliber bullet lodged in the mettle work of their vehicle. He squeaked and flattened himself on the floor. Rosa cranked the wheel again and they careened around a corner that would take them out of town. Very quickly she had made it out to a stretch of gravel road, where she swerved, made impossibly sharp turns, and generally went to fast for comfort. Finally, they lost the second car and made their way back into town.

(Scene Change)

Gibbs paced impatiently in front of the questionable establishment. Where the hell was his team? They should have been here before him! He shot a glare at the owner of the store. She wilted under his gaze. He felt bad for her, she was just a little old lady and was probably a victim in all this, but he was irritated.

He had to use his impressive self-control to stop his eyes from bugging out when the company car he had seen his team pile into a little over an hour before whipped smoothly into the driveway. The car was covered in dirt, didn't have a back window, had several bullet holes in various places, and, most shockingly given the cars state, Ziva wasn't driving.

Tim and Tony tumbled out of the back seat and both landed flat on the ground. They both groaned and made no real effort to move. Their hair was sticking up in the oddest places and their clothing was disheveled. Ziva, looking as fresh, put together, and unruffled as she had at the beginning of the day, stepped gracefully over the boys and over to Gibbs. Rosa stumbled out of the driver's side, hair coming out of its braid, her face a little flushed, but otherwise OK.

"What happened!" Gibbs asked.

"Rosa can give Ziva a run for her money. She gave a couple hit men a demonstration, that's what happened," Tony moaned from his position lying face down on the lawn.

"Rosa, please never do that again," Tim begged, getting to his feet. Ziva giggled.

"Eh," was all the reply he got.

"Hem." Gibbs cleared his throat. "This is Celia Moon. She sold the nightshade."

"You don't know that!" the shocked little woman said. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

A/N! Eh. I'm a freak. (I agree.) Shut up, Sage. REVIEW!