A/N: PLEASE READ!

Okay, SO! Before you guys that have subscribed to "A Very Interesting Sleepover" start edging ominously towards me with steak knives—hear me out! You guys know I am up to the Truth or Dare chapter, and I have been trying REALLY hard to make it good enough to meet your expectations, because I know you have been waiting for it. But honestly I am having SOOO much trouble! I have deleted it and rewritten it so many times that I have lost count and it is depressing me…so to ease my sadness I decided to act on this random idea that has been floating around my head for a while. Hope you like…! Xx

"Hello…!" Tony yelled. "Somebody! Extremely sexy Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo in need of rescuing here!" he complained, sinking down onto the hot sand with a plop.

"Tony give it up, no one is going to hear us. There is no one to hear us!" scowled Ziva, who was currently attempting to light a signal fire by scraping two rocks together.

"That's because, Ziva, you give in too easily," Tony smirked. Ziva got up angrily at this.

"Give in, Tony? GIVE IN? We are stranded on a deserted island in the middle of the Bahamas with no technology, no way home, and no one knows that we are here!" she shouted, frustrated. Tony smiled, but this time inwardly, being cautious of the angry ninja holding the sharp rocks in front of him. He swore that Ziva was the only woman that could make murderous glaring look hot – even when directed at him. Not that he'd ever tell her that, because as was mentioned before, those rocks looked dangerous.

"Hmm…Bahamas, no technology, no one knowing we're here…so by all accounts, this should be a vacation!" Tony grinned. Ziva sighed exasperatedly at him. He just didn't get the seriousness of the situation they were in. If Abby and McGee did not find fresh water any time soon, they all could die out here!

~One Day Ago~

Abby bounced up and down both from her caffeine-induced hyperactivity and the fact that she had just received rather exciting news.

"I can NOT believe that we get to go on a mission in Cuba! And that I get to come with you guys!" she squealed. The island country was shown on a map on the large screen in the middle of the bullpen, accompanied by a picture of a serious Marine in front of the American flag. Tony held the remote, Ziva close by him. McGee stood on the other side. Gibbs stood with an angry expression in the middle. He did not like this situation one bit.

"Why, does Abby have to come with you?" he mumbled to Tony. Gibbs did not like Abby being out of his sight, let alone in another country right in the line of fire, in danger. Tony shrugged.

"Naval Lieutenant Maxwell Larson," Tony indicated, pointing to another Navy photo that had appeared on the screen, "is our killer's commanding officer, and is in charge of the country-wide search for him in Cuba. As such, he has requested our help," he explained. Gibbs raised his eyebrows.

"Tell me something I don't already know, DiNozzo?" he said, like a question. Tony scrambled for a button on the remote.

"Yeah Boss, uh.." he began. He found the button, minimizing the Lieutenant's photo and zooming in on the one originally on the screen, of the Marine.

"Our killer, Officer Jerry Hart, is on the run in Cuba," Ziva said, indicating the disciplined-appearing Marine.

"Lieutenant Larson has requested that we bring three of our best field agents to locate him," said Tony, turning to Gibbs. "But…he also requested we bring a forensic specialist…as they don't currently have one there and there's a big ol' empty lab over there with Abby's name on it," he finished.

"Requested?" questioned Gibbs.

"More like ordered…" Tony amended. Gibbs sighed. He flicked his head in the giggling forensic scientist's direction, and then indicated the rest of the team. Gibbs himself couldn't come because he had prior arrangements with the director, so McGee's face lit up. He had previously thought that he was going to be left behind with Ducky, Palmer, and that creepy secretary from accounts…the one that always smoothed her hair down onto her forehead…eugh…

And so at 0600 hours the next morning, the team sat rubbing their sleep-ridden eyes while waiting around the back of the airport for their private flight. McGee yawned widely, not bothering to hide the dark circles under his eyes. Tony was pretty much falling asleep in his seat. Even Abby, who was normally the most energetic of them all, sat tiredly next to them, and wearily clutched a failing Caf-Pow. The only exception to the mob was Ziva, who had her hair tied neatly into a high ponytail, wore a white silk blouse and dress jeans and looked wide awake and professional.

As Tony began nodding off again, a cargo plane zoomed loudly along the runway near them. He jerked awake and blinked rapidly, to the amusement of Ziva. He glared at her. Abby sighed impatiently.

"Where is the plane?" she groaned. "I don't wanna wait any – oh! Here it is! YAY!" she squealed, clapping her hands together. The team followed Abby's gaze to a small, plain-looking private jet, just wheeling itself towards them. They got up, and headed towards the aircraft.

As they were walking, the pilot stepped out of the plane. He was probably around his early thirties and had curly sandy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. He walked towards them with a friendly smile and shook all their hands.

"Hey! I'm Garrett Poole, your pilot for today," he greeted. He went to Abby. "You must be miss Abigail Sciuto, yes?" smiled Garrett, after registering her goth appearance. Abby smiled in return. He took a look at the laptop in McGee's hand. "And...you are Timothy McGee! You are a Runescape legend!" he exclaimed. McGee blushed and stammered, something along the lines of 'being better at WoW*,' as Garrett studied Tony with an I've heard a LOT about you type expression. "Anthony DiNozzo. Huh, whaddaya know, I've heard about you!" he said, but his eyes read "I've heard waaay more than I should have." Lastly he reached Ziva, and his eyes widened as he saw her. He gave his biggest grin ever. "And you, are Ziva David. And let me tell you, the amazing descriptions I have heard of you do you no justice," he flirted unashamedly. Ziva smiled and batted her eyelashes a bit. Tony scowled – he didn't like this guy.

As they piled onto the plane, Abby took one last look at Washington. Soon she was going to be at a warm haven. Goodbye stinging, icy rain, hello hot sunshine! she thought. The team took their seats, there were only four. Abby sat next to the window and Ziva sat down next to her. Across the aisle were Tony and McGee – McGee by the window. Each team member had their own little radio in case they needed to communicate with the pilot. Ziva picked up hers.

"I thought it was illegal to travel directly from America to Cuba," she questioned. Garrett replied.

"It is illegal, beautiful," he drawled flirtily, "without government permission. And we have government permission. It's got to do with our trading system – nothing you should worry your pretty little head about," he assured through the speaker. Ziva's grip tightened on the radio, her expression rapidly changed to one of annoyance and irritation. She murmured an angry string of almost inaudible words in Hebrew. Tony grinned and almost laughed out loud at her reaction. If Garrett knew anything about Ziva at all, he would know that she hated being referred to as one of those weak bimbos that let the big strong men do all the work. Tony chuckled quietly. Take THAT, Romeo, he thought.

"So we will be arriving in Cuba in approximately 10* hours," said Garrett over the plane's speakers.

(A/N: Sorry! Because flying from America to Cuba is illegal without government permission, I couldn't find a flight duration online! And because I live in Australia I have NO idea about an estimate. I apologize if it is way off, because it probably is!)

"So sit back and enjoy the flight!" he finished. Tony glanced around. McGee had begun watching a movie on his laptop, Ziva was reading a book with her iPod in her ears, Abby had a pair of retro headphones on, blasting her strange music at full volume. Leaning over and taking a look at her old Classic iPod's screen, he realized she was listening to Brain Matter, her favourite band. And so Tony settled in, watching McGee's movie - MeninBlack. One of his favourites.

Seven hours later, Ziva had fallen asleep with her head on Abby's shoulder, her ponytail splayed over her. Abby was snoring softly with her head resting on top of Ziva's. McGee lay with his eyes closed, but Tony wasn't sure if he was asleep. They were currently approaching a few scattered islands at the edge of the Bahamas. All of a sudden, there was a sputtering sound, and the plane trembled, and causing the teams' stomachs to lurch, violently plunged a thousand feet. The others woke up in shock as the aircraft attempted to regain its height, when it dropped again, sending the passengers reeling forwards. Garrett's static voice came over the radio.

"Uh! Uh…I'm sorry guys! But we seem to-AGH- be experiencing some violent-NO- turbulence! Just make sure everyone has their seatbelt on okay?" he shouted, seeming panicky. The team were scared. This wasn't something they could just point their guns at and make go away. The plane dropped further, and began shaking and rocking in different directions. It then plunged further and further towards the ocean. It did not go away, and when Tony looked out the window and noticed that they were much closer to the water than they should be. The plane's movements merely got worse. Finally, Garrett's voice reappeared.

"G-guys? Okay it's me. We…we're going down…" he trembled.

And then he cut out.

Abby screamed. They were now heading nose down towards the ocean. This was it. They were going to die. McGee's eyes met Abby's. She was clutching Bert for dear life, tears making black trails down her cheeks. They just looked at each other, their gazes bringing them what meagre comfort was possible.

Tony's hand reached across the aisle for Ziva's, who was also searching for his. Their fingers intertwined, they held each other and braced themselves for impact. Brown eyes met green.

And with that, the plane plummeted its last thousand feet, and crashed.

A/N: So what do you guys think? I wish I could read your minds but I can't…so I'll just have to settle for reading your reviews instead! Leave me a comment, I love you guys!

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