Okay, so I've been off school since Tuesday because of the snow here. Some of it melted, and it all froze over. Our was out power was out as well. Anyways, I typed this using my sister's laptop's remaining battery power, and I found it only apt to give you this ficcy, one that I thought of some time ago. Disregard any similarities it may have to any of my other oneshots. I didn't realize it till recently.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
"He went that way! DiNozzo! McGee! Go! Ziva, now!" Gibbs ordered his team. Guns drawn, they ran after the brother of a dead petty officer.
The cold wind bit at their faces as they trailed behind the crazed man, Steve Archer. Five pairs of shoes crunched the snow that covered the ground. Gibbs nodded to his two male agents. He and Ziva went off in the opposite direction, hoping to cut of the perp.
Moments later, Archer found himself surrounded on the residential street where the chase had started. Anxiety clear on his face, he ran to the right. The four NCIS officers shot after him.
Two things happened simultaneously. Ziva caught up with Archer and tackled him to the frozen, snow covered ground. While that was going on, both Tony and Tim, who were running side-by-side, stepped onto a hidden patch of ice. Three subsequent thuds sounded.
Ziva incapacitated the struggling man. McGee and DiNozzo lay flat on their backs, groaning.
"I think there was some ice," McGee managed to force out weakly. The fall had knocked the breath out of his lungs.
"Really, McGee?" Tony breathed, equally as winded, his words dripping with sarcasm. "I really hadn't noticed."
Before either had a chance to pick themselves up, Ziva walked by, Archer in front of her and a smile on her face.
"Hello boys. How's the weather down there?" she asked, grinning. Archer struggled, but Ziva cuffed his shoulder to keep him still.
Tim propped himself onto his elbows. "It's 'How's the weather up there,' Ziva, and you say it to tall people."
"I know," the Mossad woman chuckled, pushing Archer away.
Tony rolled his eyes, pushing himself up to a sitting position. Gibbs strode up to the fallen agents. He cocked an eyebrow at them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gibbs demanded, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Ice, boss," McGee muttered, getting to his feet. DiNozzo followed suit.
Gibbs rolled his eyes at them, leaving them to go confront Archer. Tony and Tim dusted themselves off, following after Gibbs in the most dignified manner possible, both making sure not to slip on any more ice patches.
Yeah. That's it. Whatever.