This story is rated M (just to be safe) for later chapters.

Offers

"Hey, Probie," Tony began, "I have two museum passes that expire this weekend. I figure you and your girl would probably like them. Jessie isn't the museum type."

"Then why did you get the passes?" Ziva asked curiously before Tim could respond.

"Got them a while ago when I was dating Karen," Tony admitted, causing the other two to raise their eyebrows in surprise. Karen didn't seem like the museum type either, from what Tony shared about her. "Never got around to using them. Actually forgot I had them until I was going through some old emails and noticed that they were expiring.

"I'd hate for them to go to waste," Tony added, looking at Tim.

"I…yeah," Tim replied, when no one said anything. "Might be able to fit it in."

"In your busy schedule?" Tony laughed before digging through his backpack and pulling out a bunch of sheets. "Great, this should be everything you need…directions, museum hours, the passes," Tony grinned, "You'll have to tell me about it on Monday."

"Of course," Tim agreed, putting the papers in his bag.

"McGee," Gibbs called, as he entered the bullpen, "Abby needs your help in the lab."

"On it, Boss," he called, already in motion.

Ziva waited until she thought Tim was out of hearing range before turning to Tony, "What do you have planned?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Tony replied innocently.

"Those passes…does that museum really exist or is he going to end up in the middle of nowhere?"

"It exists."

"And the passes are real?"

"Yes,"

"Then why didn't you use them?"

Tony shrugged, "Don't usually like museums, boring stuffy places," he shared his opinion. "This one might've been different, but the passes expire this weekend," Tony reminded her. "Plus, I don't need to spend my time inside a building learning things."

"And McGee does?"

"Hey, he likes learning."

"Hmph."

"Can't a guy do something nice for his partner?"

"A guy, yes. You? No."

"Hey, now," Tony protested. "I swear those passes are legit. The museum exists, the directions are real. He's not going to be stranded in the middle of nowhere, won't be refused entry or arrested for illegal tickets or forced to pay any additional fees. I just know I don't need them and thought he and his girl would like them."

During his impromptu speech, Ziva met his eyes. Finally she looked away and returned to her desk. "I still think you are up to something," she stated.

"You'll see on Monday," Tony smirked. "McGee would have been to the museum and he and his girl will probably thank me for all the things he, they, learned."

Ziva snorted in doubt but otherwise didn't say another word about it.

Ziva sat quietly at her desk and watched McGee. The two were alone in the bullpen, Tony had left the moment Gibbs had dismissed them. Ziva hadn't said a word, just inclined her head to indicate that she heard. Tim had nodded before quietly stating that he needed to defrag his computer and then he would leave. Even Gibbs had left the bullpen, though Ziva suspected that he hadn't left the building yet.

"You and your girl broke up, did you not?"

Tim jumped at the sound of her voice. "Geez, Ziva," he exclaimed in protest. "I forgot you were there."

"Something every girl wants to hear," she commented dryly.

Tim just rolled his eyes.

"Am I right?"

"About what?" Tim absently asked, already focusing on his computer again.

"About your girl?"

"What about her?"

"The two of you broke up."

"We did," he confirmed.

"So what are you going to tell tony on Monday?"

Tim shrugged, "that we broke up."

Ziva rolled her eyes, "I meant about the museum passes."

"Oh." Tim paused, "I'll thank him, but tell him that due to the fight and subsequent break up, we didn't get to use them."

Ziva looked at Tim curiously, 'fight? Break up? Those obviously happened before tony gave him the passes. Ziva shook her head to clear her thoughts. "If you want, I can go to the museum with you this weekend."

"Nah," Tim said declining her offer. "I am fine not going. Don't even know what museum it is," he admitted.

Ziva shrugged, "I have been meaning to visit more of the museums in DC, and I think it would be more fun with company. Plus, it seems a shame to waste those passes," she paused and grinned. "How often is Tony useful?"

Tim snorted in amusement, "Well there is that."

"Of course, If you have other plans..."

"I don't," Tim admitted. "I...hold on a moment," he said as he rifled through his bag and withdrew the papers tony had handed him. "It doesn't say the name of the museum or the exhibit," he began with a frown. "But the papers and tickets list an address and hours."

Ziva frowned as well, "Are we sure they are legitimate?"

"Tony told you that they were and before you say anything no, I don't always believe Tony, but he seemed like he was sincere this time."

Ziva looked at Tim in surprise, "You heard that?" she asked.

Tim stared at her, biting his tongue to keep himself from saying 'Obviously. "Yes," he finally responded.

Eyes narrowed, "How much did you hear?"

Tim shrugged, "All of it, I believe. It wasn't intentional," he hurried to explain. "I was heading to my desk to get something when I heard what you guys were saying. I decided not to interrupt."

"No, just listen in," she pointed out.

Another shrug, "You were talking about me. If I heard something I didn't like, I had no one to blame but myself."

"Hmm," Ziva reluctantly accepted his explanation. "Well, if it turns out he lied about the tickets or the museum, I can always kill him with a paper clip."

Tim unclipped the papers as he stood and walked over to her desk. "Here," he said, holding out his hand, "poetic justice if you use his own paper clip."

Ziva grinned as she accepted his offering, carefully placing it in her desk drawer. "So, are we going?"

Tim shrugged, "why not? What's the worse that could happen?"

This story was inspired by a Groupon...I saw the listing and thought, OMG, Tony would so buy those and find a way to give them to Tim.

I know it is unlikely that the passes and all the paperwork don't have the Museum or exhibit info listed, but, well, Tony found a way to block that information. He's a smart guy...if only he used his powers for good instead of evil more often.

This is a rather short story, no more than 5 chapters (assuming you guys are curious and want more). Have about 8,000 words typed. Oh yeah, not beta'd; and I do not own NCIS or any of the characters.

And once more...This story is rated M (just to be safe) for later chapters.

9-25-18