Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo grinned his famous DiNozzo grin as the elevator doors opened and he walked into the squadroom, sunglasses donned upon his face, coffee cup in one hand and his phone open in the other, his thumb flying over the keys.
"Yeah baby, yeah!" He cheered on as he guide the block into the empty space, causing a row to get deleted. He didn't even bother looking up as he walked into the bullpen, absentmindedly making his way to his seat.
"Morning, Tony?" Mossad Officer Ziva David questioned from her seat, not used to not hearing his normal greeting.
"Mhmm…" he replied back, his eyes focused solely on the game.
She rolled her eyes and stuck the freshly stapled paper into the manila folder before shifting her attention on Tony, "Good night last night?"
"What? Oh, yeah." He said, his voice distant. Ziva knew that he was either lying or wasn't paying any attention to her. Like normal.
"You are in a particularly good mood today, Tony." She commented, "You have not been like this for a while." She mused.
He finally lost and threw his phone down, disgusted and angry with it, "What do you want, Ziva?"
"I guess you are not in a good mood today then, yes?" She asked, and Tony turned his focus (and chair) towards Ziva.
"I was. Until you distracted me."
"Well un-distract yourself, DiNozzo, we've got a dead one. Gear up!" Gibbs announced as he himself headed towards his own desk. Tony, Ziva, and McGee all stood up, gearing up in the process.
"What do we got boss?" Tony questioned.
"We've got a dead marine down in Quantico! McGee, call Duck get him ready. David, DiNozzo, with me." he tossed the keys over his shoulder and Ziva barely had to move to capture them tightly in her grip.
Tony groaned, "Stop using your stealthy ninja moves to get by me!" He said.
"Maybe that was just a natural reflex?" She pitched out, "Or maybe you are just slow?" She grinned as they jumped into the elevator right before the doors closed behind them.
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Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stared down at the body in front of him, a frown on his face. He was lying in the middle of the sidewalk, the scene taped off as people flocked around them. He hated being the center of attention for everything. Not just the neighbors and passer-bys, but most definitely the reporters. He had already counted at least four, a couple from local stations, but the biggest truck belonging to ZNN. They were all saying the same thing, and Gibbs looked over at Tony trying to make it into the camera shot this time.
Ziva, behind him, rolled her eyes and then grabbed on his arm, "Tony. What do you think you are doing?" Gibbs smirked at this as Tony grinned, and he noticed that even though he was closer to her, she still held onto his arm. Those two just need to…get a room already. He heard himself thinking, the smirk still on his face as he turned away. But what about rule twelve? He heard another voice in his head argue back. What about rule twelve? Just let them have their little fun for the night and then realize it's all just a big mistake. He nodded, as if trying to convince himself, Yeah. That'll work. He thought as he turned back to the crime scene.
"So whatcha got for me Duck?"
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"Go McGee." Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen.
"Victim's name was Petty Officer Sadie Adams. 28, VMI graduate, married to a Jack Adams."
"Relatives?" He asked, and McGee pressed a couple more buttons before responding.
"Yup. Two. Both of her parents, Fred and Lisa Smith."
"Ziva." He turned.
"I called both of her parents and her husband, and the parents were both willing to come in for questioning, they should be arriving here any moment now. The husband was not answering his phone when I called," She said, and Gibbs nodded before facing his senior field agent.
"DiNozzo." He said, and then realized that he was looking at Tony's back, who was staring avidly at the TV behind his desk. He sighed, "DiNozzo." He said again, getting frustrated.
"Where am I where am I where am I?" He questioned over and over again, mumbling to himself, "There's Ziva!" he pointed to the screen, "And McGoo! And our fearless leader!" He pointed to the screen two more times, "Where am I?!"
"In the unemployment line if you don't turn around and tell me what you know about our dead petty officer." Gibbs responded, and that was when Tony completely sat up straight and turned off the TV, turning slowly.
"Oh hey, boss. Didn't see you there." he looked down at his desk, "I uh…" and that was when his phone started to ring. Saved by the ring, he picked it up, "Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." He quickly said, eyeing his partner from across the bullpen.
"Hey buddy, you coming to hockey practice tonight? For the big game this weekend?" Tony gulped and looked up at his boss.
"How did you get this number?" He questioned, trying to act professional as he 'slyly' turned away from his boss.
"Oh. Billy gave it to me. So you coming or what? Do you need a ride?"
"No. I've got it." He said.
"So you're coming then?"
"Yeah, sure." He said, trying again to act professional.
"Great! Be there by 8, cause that's when practice starts!" He said.
"Yeah, sure." He repeated.
"See yah triple D!" He said as he hung up. Tony did the same.
"Well?" Gibbs asked, and Tony shifted his gaze between his boss and Ziva. He was thankful, however, when he heard the elevator doors slide open and reveal the victim's parents, both sobbing their eyes out, or trying hard not to.
Gibbs gave him a look and then headed over to the parents before heading them towards the conference room.
"So." Ziva started, once Gibbs was out of ear-shot, "What was that phone call about, Tony?"
"Does it matter, Zee-vah?" He questioned, and she shrugged her shoulders.
"It was just a question."
"Demanding an answer?" He asked, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"It was just a curious question." She responded back as her cell started to ring. She barely glanced at the caller ID.
"How did you get this number?" She questioned as she turned around in her chair to pick up the call. Tony carefully got up, sharing a look with McGee before walking silently towards her desk, trying to hear the conversation better.
"Oh. Sally gave me it, is that okay, Ziva?" She questioned.
"Yes, I guess. Why are you calling though, Mary-Ellen?" She asked.
"Just making sure that you're coming to figure skating practice tonight. We that competition this weekend, remember? Right before the hockey game?"
"Ah. Yes. I will be there."
"Great! Come for practice at 7!" She said, and Ziva gave a small closed smile.
"Yes I will." She said, "Shalom."
"Shalom!" Her friend said back before Ziva hung up the phone. She turned around and ran face to face with her partner.
"Tony!" She exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He shrugged, "What was that phone call about?"
"Does it matter, To-nee?" She asked, mimicking him, "Now get out of my space before I decide to kill you with one of my many paperclips." She threatened, holding one up. Tony backed away. They just glared at other as Tony moved back towards his desk. McGee, from his desk, rolled his eyes. Idiots. Blind idiots.
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