A/N: This is a short introduction. I wrote it in January or February of 2010 so everything post Masquerade hadn't happened yet. That may change if I can't find my original outline. I don't remember what my original game plan was, just the general gist of what I was going for, so don't expect daily updates. ;) I'm not kidding though, it's gonna get pretty dark.
"So you're telling me I'm getting paid to go to Disney World, and not just as a paid vacation but my actual cover?" Tony asked no one in particular, from his desk in the bull-pen.
"Yes, Tony." Ziva shot him a playful look, a witty answer obviously forthcoming. "You're going undercover as one of the Seven Dorks. Dopey, yes?"
"Dwarf, Ziva. Dwarf."
She rolled her eyes. "I know."
"Shut it, McGiggle!" Tony pointed a finger in Tim's direction before he could even get his words out. "So Zee-vah," he twirled in his chair, "does that make you Snow white?" She attempted to pay him no mind but couldn't help cracking a smile.
"I guess that makes Gibbs…grumpy?" he folded his hands behind his head after quickly looking around to find his boss, or more important his boss' steel hand nowhere in range of his fragile skull. To his dismay, however, Gibbs had skills akin to that of his ninja-warrior partner. The man seemed to have appeared out of thin air in front of his desk. His hand quickly reached around and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Sorry," he squeaked, rubbing the back of his head.
"Ziver, Director wants you and Dopey up in his office to go over your covers."
"Ducky and Palmer?" Ziva asked as they walked to Vance's office.
"Doc and Sneezy." Tony replied, not even thinking.
The pair finally reached their destination, both eyes on the name plate on the Director's door. Turning to each other at the same moment, they spoke: "Wicked step mother!"
A/N2: Okay, I don't really hate Vance, I just thought it was funny.