"So Tony, what are your plans for the rest of the night?" Ziva David asked her co-worker, Tony DiNozzo.
"Oh, you know. The usual." He said, with his usual 'up-to-no-good' smirk. They were both rushing to gather their things and get the hell out of the bullpen. The air conditioner wasn't working again, and it was both hot and humid, leading to very uncomfortable NCIS agents.
"And by the usual, you mean getting a girl drunk, taking advantage of her, and leaving as soon as you get the chance to slip out unnoticed, all while not remembering or even knowing the poor woman's name?" Ziva suddenly stopped packing up her stuff, and turned to look at her co-worker from her desk. "Grow up, Tony. Be a man for once." And with that, she turned on her heel, and stomped off, without a second glance. Tony stared after her, completely stunned. He knew she was right, but Ziva David, of all people, should not be giving him relationship advice (or, for that matter, any advice). He knew what he was doing, and his lifestyle has been working out for him all this time. So why should he try to fix something that isn't broken? And why did she even care how he lived his life? Still, sometimes he wondered what it would be like to settle down, be in a committed, serious relationship. But he just wasn't ready to settle down yet- he always figured he had plenty of time for that later. He may as well have as much fun as possible while he still could, right?
"What's the matter, DiNozzo? Ziva finally get to you?" His other co-worker, Timothy McGee was standing at his desk, and no doubt, heard their conversation. He was attempting to shut down the computer systems so they didn't fry in the heat.
"Go home and get some rest, McNosey. You have reports to fill out for me tomorrow." He picked up his bags, and headed for the elevator, turning off the lights in the large room on his way out.
"Tony! I needed those on! Get back here! I can't see anything!"