A/N: A multi-chapter fanfiction I started writing on a Saturday afternoon purely because I had nothing else to do. I intend to update regularily, but it will completely depend on how hectic life is being... Oh well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: NCIS and it's characters do not belong to me... I just like torturing them :D

Rain pounded down onto the pavement, lashing the black sedan as it drove past, its tyres screeching as it swung around a corner at yet another empty junction. High winds tore at the surrounding trees, tossing them back and forth as if they were nothing more than blades of grass. Telephone and electricity cables swung dangerously as the storm attacked mercilessly, at risk of being pulled down completely by the ferocious gales.

The road was practically flooded, the torrential rain having overflowed the drains and resulted in the rising water having nowhere else to go. Large puddles, now resembling small rivers, engulfed the tarmac track, making traveling almost impossible, and not something any sane person would even consider attempting.

But then, some people had jobs to do, regardless of the weather.

The car tore down yet another drowning road; seemingly oblivious to how dangerous their job was actually turning out to be. On every corner, the driver struggled to right the vehicle once more before carrying on, and hoped that their ride through hell would soon be over. Before long, the main road turned off into a smaller, gravel one, making their journey all the more difficult, and all the more risky.

Within the car, a conversation was taking place.

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"Oh, com'on Probie! Don't tell me you've never heard of Twister! Everybody's heard of Twister!" McGee gave an exasperated sigh, wondering why he even bothered listening anymore. In the driver's seat sat Ziva, concentrating on the waterlogged road, yet still managing to travel at death-defying speeds. Then, even further into the depths of his mind, he wondered when it had all become so normal, and when he'd actually stopped caring about Tony's movie references and Ziva's crazy driving.

"Made in 1996," Tony continued, not even noticing that McGee hadn't answered, " Helen Hunt plays Dr. Jo Harding, the leader of a storm chasing research team. They spend their time chasing twisters, while she remembers her dad, who was killed in one when she was younger…" He trailed off, a look of childish glee on his face as he replayed the movie in his mind. Outside the car, rain could be heard still, pounding on the drenched ground. Ziva squinted, trying to take a look out of the windscreen.

"The roads are bad. We may not be able to go much further."

"What do you mean? The roads are fine." At these words, they left the gravel road and turned onto a mud track with a loud thud, the car stalling for a few seconds as its tyres tried to get a grip on the unfamiliar surface. Usually, the vehicle would have had no problem, but the horrendous weather was a great hindrance, and its performance suffered for it. After several, long moments, it found traction and was on its way again, albeit a lot more slowly than before. A few minutes pause, and then McGee voiced the question that was on all of their minds'.

"What exactly are we doing, again?"

"What the boss-man's told us to go, McGoo." Tony replied, his face lighting up at the opportunity to annoy his colleague. "We've gotta arrest a one Adam Clarke, for stealing a truck-load 'a money from a rich Navy Widow."

"Yes, but why now? Wouldn't it be safer to wait until the storm was over?" Through the window he could see the branches from roadside trees swinging in the strong winds, on several occasions coming within inches on the car in which they sat.

"Of course it would, " Ziva interjected irritably, "but Gibbs insisted that we go now."

"Would it have killed him to say please?" Tony grumbled, reclining back into his chair, wincing every time they went over a bump. In the back of the car, McGee sat with his laptop resting on his knees.

"No signal. The connection must be down." Nobody answered him, knowing full well that the storm would have caused damage all over the surrounding area. From radio reports that they'd heard whilst still within the safety of NCIS headquarters, they knew that the storm had a radius of at least 50 miles.

In essence, it was once hell of a storm.

The rain intensified, pounding on the metal exterior of the car like bullets from an automatic weapon. The water on the road was now approaching about a foot deep, and they all gave a sigh of relief as the car began to struggle up a slight slope, and out of the worst of it. A look of distaste crossed Tony's face.

"I hope our man's not gone walkabouts by the time we get there. I don't wanna damage my -" He was cut off by yet another loud thump, this one resounding throughout the inside of the vehicle. An unhealthy sound came from within the engine, and he cringed as it steadily got louder. "We'd better get there fast, Zeeeva." He drawled out her name, but got no response besides a long, withering look.

The wind continued to howl.

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The road steadily began to grow smaller, and from McGee's directions they knew that there were only a couple more miles left until they reached the shack in which Clarke was hiding out. With any luck, Gibbs would meet them there after the arrest, and then they could get to work with processing the house. The car drove over yet another one of the increasingly common rises on the road and, as they reached the top, they couldn't help but gasp involuntarily.

"Damn." Tony voiced all of their thoughts.

Before them lay a rickety wooden bridge, the water beneath it swollen, and its banks looking ready to burst. The current was strong, and the actual colour of the water a light brown, probably from all of the mud that it had carved from the landscape in the past few hours. The three of them gaped at it. Finally, Ziva spoke up.

"Well it seems we have two choices. Either we can turn back and face Gibbs, or we can carry on." Tony seemed to finally find his voice.

"To be honest, the last one sounds more appealing…" Ziva snorted, but personally agreed. You did not disobey Gibbs. Easing her foot on the accelerator, they made their way forwards.

The car slowly began to make its way onto the bridge. As they rolled onto the wooden structure, they gave a collective wince as it creaked loudly and ominously, but sighed with relief as it held their weight. Driving steadily, they all tried their best to ignore the raging water that lay only feet beneath them, imagining the feel of dry land underfoot. As they slowly passed the halfway point of the bridge, they began to release all of the air that they had trapped within their lungs, and began to breathe again.

A loud creak resonated through the car.

They didn't even have time to scream before the planks upon which their car sat gave way, and sent them tumbling into the raging waters below.

Tumbling to their deaths.

A/N: XD I'm an evil author. I will update soon, but reviews will make me do so faster... -hint hint nudge nudge-