The team was in the bullpen filing reports, they had no cases and Tony had been doing nothing for hours except watch Ziva slouch provocatively opposite him and mock McGee about his date later.
"Oh McGoo", Tony cooed, "When will you learn that women don't want their first date to be laser tag and video games. I mean come on guys", he continued, gesturing for the rest of the team to back him up, "women want a romantic dinner or a midnight stroll, not, laser-tag," he said making a face of disgust.
"Tony," Ziva interjected, "I am sure the women you date and that women McGee dates are very different personality wise." She then turned to McGee and smiled, "I am sure your date will love what you have planned, be sure she deserves you though."
"Thank you Ziva," Tim replied, "and I assure you she most defiantly deserves me". The young Probie agent smiled and turned back towards his computer to finish his last report. He checked his watch; he had three hours until he had to pick up his date.
"So, um, Ziva, which date would you prefer?" Tony asked curiously. Ziva looked up from her paperwork and chuckled.
"I guess you'll never know," she teased, flicking her hair seductively over one shoulder. Gibbs then stormed into the office clutching a file under his arm.
"Stop playing grab ass, we got a case." Tony and Ziva stopped smiling at each other and the three agents gathered around the plasma TV.
"It has been brought to the Navy's attention, by an anonymous tip, that there is a sleeper cell in the quiet suburban neighbourhood of McLean, details are in the case file."
The three agents each grabbed a file and began flicking through it.
"Tony, Ziva. You two will be going undercover as a married couple, your task is to identify and locate the sleeper cell. Your cover is that you are house sitting for a friend while she's on holiday," Gibbs informed them.
The two agents turned to each other, they both remembered what had happened last time they went undercover.
"Please note that this I a top priority case and we are going to locate these guys no matter how long it takes" Agent Gibbs asserted, before taking a swig of coffee. The agents split from their grouped huddle in the centre of the bullpen and returned back to their own desks.
"Boss," McGee started, "what sha-"
"Cancel that date McGee, I need you up in MTAC for this one", Gibbs replied. McGee slumped back down in his chair; he had been planning this date for ages. He took out his phone and left the bullpen.
"Poor McGee," Ziva sighed, "he was really looking forward to that date." Tony wondered over to Ziva's desk as they both looked over at McGee who was leaving the bullpen.
"I know what I said to him about his date bailing on him, but I was only joking. He knows that right?" Tony asked slightly worried. Ziva looked up to Tony and smiled. She patted Tony's chest lightly with her hand,
"Yes, Tony, he knows," Tony let out a small sigh that only Ziva would notice and turned back towards his desk. "So, Me. You. Undercover again. Are you scared?" Tony questioned seductively.
Ziva smiled up at him, she pulled herself up to his ear almost grazing it with her mouth and whispered, "No, excited".