A/N: I'm SO SO SO sorry to anyone who has been following any or all of my stories, but my updates have been so crappy. I really am. Anyways, please review, and story alert and author alert an all that JAZZ.

When darkness spread over the woods, it began getting colder. Not an icy cold, but a dry cold that creeps up in your stomach and clenches onto your nerves, slowly chewing them away. The sky turned a purpley-orange, resembling the color of a bruise, while the three agents watched the woods nervously.

"This is just like Deliverance." Tony muttered for the sixth time this hour. A second later, an empty coffee cup bounced off the side of his head. "What?" he asked incrediously "it IS. We all know what happens next..." he begins in a soft voice "...we'll be sitting here when BANG!" he yelled the last word, causing McGee to jump. "What, McFradie-Cat, scared of the big, bad..." There was a distant howl before he could say the last word.

"Okay. You have to admit that was a little creepy." McGee noted. Tony rolled his eyes. Ziva peered through the binoculars at the forest beyond.

"I think someone should go and be the watch-"

"No." Ziva countered "It is better if we stay together. Trust me." it was quiet for a moment. "It is freezing in here." Ziva hissed and stood. Seeing she was only weariing a T-Shirt and jogging shorts, she must have been. She walked to the door, picked up the car keys, and opened it.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked.

"To get my windbreaker."

"I brought everything in from the car already." she turned and searched the room with her eyes. There it was, laying across the couch. With a sigh, she closed the door again, cutting off the stream of cool air that had begun to creep around them. She pulled it over her shoulders and continued to gaze out the window. McGee's stomach rumbled audibly.

"Gross..." Tony said.

"Well, we have no food left. What am I supposed to do, make my stomach stop rumbling."

"Do something to make it not make disgusting noises." McGee threw another coffee cup at his head.

"Stop it..." Ziva said distractedly. "I think I...see...something." she finished quietly, and took a step closer to the window. "Yes, there is definetly something out there."

"We've known that for a while, Zee-vah."

"No, yes, I mean, look..." she pointed at the tree line. McGee stepped behind her and looked out, Tony following.

"I think it's just the wind..." McGee said in a whisper.

Suddenly, there were three loud bangs on the front door. They all jumped and spun to the front door, guns drawn. Tony was the first to move, and he crept over to the source of the noise.

"Zi-" he said, his voice barely audible. "Go out the window in the back room and cover him from behind." she nodded at dissapeared down the hallway. Tony counted backwards from three in his head...he heard the back window creak open...3...2...1! He flung the door open and...and nothing.

Nobody was there. He peeked around the corner, the wooden cabins walls were vacant as well.

"Federal Agents!" A voice cried from the back of the cabin. McGee and Tony sprinted towards the noise. The paused at the edge of the building, listening. "Put the gun...down." Ziva ordered from an undiscolsed location. She was standing behind the shed and neither McGee or Tony could get a visual. "I said...drop it. Put it down NOW!" she yelled, angrier. And then two shots rang out. Tony and McGee both sprang into action, and ran to the shed. When they sped around the corner of the small metal hut, Ziva was straddled on top of a struggling man's back.

"I don't have my cuffs on me." she barked at the two when they showed up. Tony walked to her, put his boot on the guys shoulder, and she rolled off. Tony cuffed the mysterious person and stood him up.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the reason for all our problems?" Ziva said. "Donnie Earheart."

"Who fired?" McGee asked. Ziva raised a hand.

"Someone would NOT drop the gun until I nearly had to shoot his hand off."

"Well, I'm glad you didn't"

"I ain't do nuthin wrong!"

"Oh, an English student, how quaint." Tony said sarcastically as he pushed him back to the house.

"I hope Gibbs gets here soon." McGee mumbled to himself as they returned to their fridgid cabin, suspect in tow.