I felt that, after all this time, and as a teeny tiny reward, I give you a page and a half of writing. I fell kinda stuck with this (hint hint: read the note at the bottom). Please enjoy, and take notes for the end.

Alex yelled as the arrow was yanked from his leg. He made a mad grab for Snake's leg, but the medic had jumped out of the way before Alex could reach him, anticipating the move.

"If you keep attacking the person trying to keep you alive, they'll eventually stop fixing your leaks." Fox said, careful to stand out of Alex's attack range. Alex noticed and cursed Ben's planning.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to attack them if they would just listen to me when I say I'M FINE!" Alex vented. He actually felt a lot worse than he looked, but he was good at hiding that. There was years of practice behind it. His face almost fell thinking about his life, but a stinging pain in his leg brought him back to reality. Snake glanced up at the sharp breath that came from Alex, but didn't worry about it. After all, disinfectant was almost as painful as pulling a crossbow bolt out of your leg.

"Next time, be more careful." Gibbs came around behind Alex and lightly tapped the back of his head, not willing to hurt an already injured person. He'd had plenty of experience with it, and, contrary to popular belief, he didn't abuse any of his team.

"It's not my fault everyone loves me so much, Boss." Alex smirked back. Ziva froze at that statement. Very few people called Gibbs Boss, and all through of them worked together. She had never heard of anyone outside of NCIS talking so casually with Gibbs - it was a new experience for the whole team.

"Doesn't change the fact that you still need to be careful. I don't care what you have to do, but don't get killed again." Gibbs said solemnly. Alex nodded and turned to DiNozzo, his face asking for a sitrep.

"Uh, from what your ME is saying over there, you are going to have a rough time getting over this."

"Not what I needed."

"Oh. We have a lot of potential evidence, but I don't think we have anything solid yet. We're working on it, Boss." DiNozzo added quickly, seeing the head slap coming. Gibbs nodded and turned to the tree behind Alex to yell at the rest of his team.

"McGee, tell me you have something I can use."

"We have an arrow we can probably trace, and a possible sniper's nest. But that's it. There's not a lot to find, to be honest, Boss. Whoever this was did a good job of cleaning up after himself." McGee called back. Snake and J groaned. They were in for more of Alex running off with random government agencies to figure out who was trying to kill him this time. It was becoming their usual thing when they travelled, and it was annoying. Not worrying, annoying. Alex didn't worry the eight soldiers anymore.

"Where did the shot come from? It can't have been very far, right?" Fox called over his shoulder.

"It looks like it was about 20 yards east. But there's nothing there. I can't figure it out!" McGee scratched his head, his genius brain trying to figure out where the shot could have possibly come from, but Fox beat him to it.

"There was something here half an hour ago." Fox joined McGee in confused head scratching, trying to remember what he had seen standing by the lake.

Soooo, I need some help, preferably in the form of ideas. PLEASE?! I'm begging you! I took time from studying for my AP test to get this little thing to you. The least you guys can do is help me out. I hope you were taking notes so you can help me fix this. So, your questions this time: What was moved 30 minutes ago? What is your favorite drink? Who has it out for Alex and his team this time?