So, hello all that clicked on this story, this is a collaboration between Cable Addict and Vamp926. We were bored and surfing the net and found this site with Itailan expressions so we picked our favorite and wrote a series of one shots. Hope you enjoy!

Tirare Un Bidone A Qualcuno

Tirare Un Bidone A Qualcuno exp. to stand someone up on a date or appointment; (lit.): to throw a trash can at someone.

McGee looked up as the elevator dinged. Both Tony and Ziva were late and while Tony was late all the time, it was unusual for Ziva to be late. Just then Tony stepped out of the elevator whistling, his bag slung over his shoulder.

"Morning, Probie," Tony said as he dropped his bag behind his desk and sat down.

"Do you know where Ziva is, Tony? She's late," McGee said. As he said this, a look of horror crossed Tony's face.

"Damn," Tony whispered, his face growing quite pale.

"What?" McGee asked. Just then the elevator dinged and Tony looked at it, a strange look on his face.

"Ziva dropped her car off at the garage yesterday to get the brakes fixed, I was supposed to pick her up," Tony said.

"And you forgot," McGee said, finishing Tony's sentence for him. "Nice knowing you."

Ziva stepped out of the elevator, murder in her eyes and she stalked over to Tony's desk.

"Where were you this morning?" Ziva demanded. "Did you over sleep with a date, were you lounging in bed, too lazy to remember to pick up your partner for work?"

"I did over sleep, but I was alone, I swear. I forgot and I'm so sorry," Tony said.

"You're sorry?" Ziva asked, outraged. "I had to take the bus and I had to sit next to a hobo that smelled like old cheese and rotten eggs. I'll have to burn these clothes at the end of the day!"

"Ziva," Tony said his hands up in surrender. "I really am sorry, I didn't mean too. My alarm didn't go off."

"Tony, that's a pathetic excuse. And this is my favorite shirt," Ziva said, her voice growing louder with every word.

"Ziva, I really am sorry," Tony said. Apparently this was the last straw because Ziva went over to her desk and picked up her trashcan.

"Ziva," McGee said, finally feeling the need to intervene.

"Stay out of it," Tony and Ziva said at the same time.

"Ziva," Tony said, but it was too late, the trashcan had left Ziva's hand. Tony instinctively ducked but McGee wasn't fast enough and it hit him on the head.

"Ow," McGee said as he rubbed his head and chucked the trashcan back at Ziva who caught it deftly.

"I'm sorry," Ziva said as she placed the trashcan back next to her desk. Just then Gibbs walked into the bullpen and the three immediately quieted. Gibbs walked over to Tony and stood in front of him. Tony looked fearfully at his boss and a few seconds later there was a resounding smack in the bullpen.

"Boss, what was that for?" Tony asked. "I didn't throw the trashcan."

"Rule number one, never screw over your partner," Gibbs said quietly.

"Thank you, Boss," Tony said. Gibbs then turned to Ziva and slapped the back of her head as well, although much more lightly than he had slapped Tony.

"No more flying trashcans," Gibbs said and Ziva nodded her understandment. Then Gibbs walked over to McGee and looked at him. McGee internally cringed, but to his surprise, Gibbs didn't slap him.

"Next time, duck, McGee," Gibbs said.