In hindsight, it had been his own fault. Tony had been concentrating on the case at hand, looking more at the papers in his hand (or, more honestly, at Ziva) then the view in front of him. Still. He cracked open on eye, and gave Abby an accusatory glare from the floor. "You realize, this means war."

"Ha! It's Ducky's decorations, besides you should have seen it coming." She holstered her Nerf bazooka and reached over him to grab the yellow projectile, adorned with giant red foam lips. "Tis the season!"

"What?" Ziva eyed the forensic tech with obvious confusion. Abby had made some concession to the holiday spirit and looked disturbingly like a Christmas elf gone evil. An elf with massive amounts of Nerf weaponry. She looked to McGee for help, but he just shrugged. She was never going to understand these people. The momentary silence was shattered by the next arrival.

"DiNozzo, off the floor. Abby, have you got the results yet? And Ziva," Gibbs paused to look at the confused Mossad agent, "avoid the mistletoe." He pointed to the sprig of green that had been duct-taped over the door so that it was only visible from inside the room.