The team approached the car, dragging their feet across the cemment.
"Ahh, rifle!" Ziva exclaimed, snapping her fingers. Tony and McGee swivelled around to face her, brows knitted in confusion.
"Look, Ziva. I assume you've butchered yet another idiom." Tony began, tilting his head in thought and mumbling the phrase she had earlier called.
"Can you explain it?" McGee furrowed his brow.
"Well, you call rifle and you sit in the front." Ziva nodded affirmatively. "Yes, it sounds right. Are you sure it is not you who is confused?" She finished. The team stood in thought. Gibbs shook his head from the drivers seat.
Tony clapped his hands together, creating a thunder like sound to echo through the almost empty lot.
"Shotgun! She means shotgun!" Tony explained grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Do not tell me what I mean, Anthony." She cleared her throat and turned pink.
"Is that what you meant?" He smiled smugly as he approached her. McGee watched on in fascination as Ziva crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "Yes." She sighed. Making the two have a laughing fit. Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"Good, now can you just get your ass in the car now?" He barked.
"Whatever," Ziva through her hands in the air. "I am taking the shotgun!" Gibbs looked to the sky and shook his head once more.
The two giggled and swiped at fake tears as they started to clamber in. Tony couldn't let Ziva win that easily. He blocked her door with his frame. "Chewy." Tony grinned.
"More American slang?" Ziva narrowed her eyes as she attempted to push past. McGee stopped laughing and listened in, he knew the phrase anywhere! It was-
"Star Wars, Ziva!" Tony squealed with delight. It was Ziva's turn for confusion and so she raised her brows. "OMIGOD! She hasn't seen Star Wars. Breaks my heart..." Tony placed a hand on his head and tipped back as if he was fainting.
Ziva rolled her eyes.
"Really, Tony? A movie. How did I not see it coming from a mile away." Her voice oozed with sarcasm.
"Actually, Ziva. I'm with Tony on this one. It's pretty good... It's really good... IT IS THE BEST." McGee piped up.
"Fine, Tony I will watch stupid... Star Wars." She cringed as she spoke the name. Tony did a fist pump and began to clamber in the front seat.
"Wait!" McGee smiled. "Wookee." He laughed. Tony nodded and exited, walking to the back door.
"Kudos, probie. Well played, well played." Tony shook his hand as Ziva took her seat in the back. Ziva pouted.
"I am still the shotgun."
