I know, I've got like two other fics I should be working on but I like this idea, it's a bit different and unexpected.
Works out with season seven.
Disclaimer: if I owned ncis, I'd be Donald Belisario, seeing that I'm not, I guess I do not own it.
"Forget it Probie, I know everything about you." Tony said proudly, his hands folded behind his back leaning on his chair.
"No you don't." McGee laughed in disbelief.
"Oh, really? Ask me anything, but no cheating." he was serious.
"Tony, I'm not going to sit here and waste time with childish games. Unlike you, I'm trying to get things done." he replied, not looking up from his computer.
Tony got up and wandered over to Tim's desk, speaking as he did so. "Timothy no middle name McGee. Oldest son of Daniel and Pam McGee, younger sister, Sarah. Penname, Thom E Gemcity, Author of Deep Six. Graduate of MIT and John Hopkins. First car-" he sat at the edge of McGee's desk, staring at the younger agent.
"Yea, Palmer could have told me that." McGee replied with a mock smile.
"Favorite color, orange. Favorite ice cream, cookies and crème. First pet, gerbil named Hammy. Broke your ankle in second grade in a scooter accident, seriously who gets hurt on their razor?"
"Ok, I don't even want to know how you know all that." McGee went back to his work, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You work with someone long enough and you get to know their deepest secrets." he said with a proud smile as he walked back to his desk. "Speaking of co-workers, where is our little Israeli probie?" he changed his course towards Ziva desk.
"Right here." her voice came from behind him, she sounded as if she had just sprinted here. "My car would not start. I had to ride the bus." she stated annoyingly, throwing her backpack down. "Why do people find it perfectly fine to brush their teeth on a bus?" she asked disgustedly.
"It's an American thing." Tony said coolly.
McGee let out a chuckle from his desk. "Hey, Tony, I bet you don't know everything about Ziva." he shot, in a mockingly smug way.
Ziva exchanged a questioning look between McGee and Tony.
"Tony thinks that just because you work with someone for a while you know everything about that person." McGee explained.
"Oh really?" Ziva eyed him curiously.
"Well, yea, most of the time." he replied with confidence.
"What about Gibbs?" she questioned
"See the thing with Gibbs is-"
"Um, excuse me?" Tony looked up and saw a teenage girl, no older than 18 standing at the front of the bullpen. Seeing that she had the attention of all the agents, the brunette spoke again. "Is this the MCRT?"
She looked at Tony, who nodded. "You need something?"
McGee could see the girl tense a bit, clutching her purse closer to her. "Someone actually."
Ziva rose her eyebrow in confusion as the young girl took a deep breath.
"I'm looking for my mother."
Hehe! So who do you think is the mom? Give you a hint: the whole "you think you know your coworker thing", plays into it.
Kay, so its unbetaed and I wanted to get it up ASAP. Gunna update this soon. So check out my other stories too:D
Oh, review. And whoever gets it right, wins the next chapter dedication and a probie snack:D