Short, something I think I'm going to regret, but come on! You really think that Tony is just going to leave the whole "Ziva's-a-probie" thing alone? I dont think so. I think that there is going to be a change in nicknames around NCIS. McGee will to move over.

Title: Probie
Rating: K+
Summary: Ziva would miss sweet cheeks, but Probie was alright.
Words: 498. Yeah, IT'S SHORT!!! BUT, I UPDATED SOMETHING!

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I care. Oh, wait. That last part is a lie. I do care. I want to own it.


"Probie."

McGee looked up at Tony, an annoyed look on his face. However, Tony wasn't looking at McGee with a smirk on his lips. He was looking at Ziva, a slightly amused look on his face. However, naturally, Ziva wasn't answering. Probie wasn't her nickname.

"Tony-"McGee started, but he stopped when Tony put up his finger at him. He didn't take his eyes off Ziva.

"Probie." He said again, this time a little louder and in her direction. She didn't take her eyes off her paper, and her pen scratched across the paper in a fast blur. McGee shook his head at Tony, looking back at his computer.

"Hey, Probie!" Tony said louder, and Ziva looked up. She gave Tony a confused look.

"Are you calling me Probie?" She asked him, a smile threatening to break out across her face. Tony smiled at her, picking up his pencil.

"Well, you are the Probie now." Tony said, his smile getting wider. McGee looked up as Ziva shook her head, putting her hand over her face to hide a smile.

"You are going to call me probie from now on, yes?" She asked, and Tony nodded. They both smiled at each other, and McGee faked puking.

"Jealous, McGee?" Tony asked, smiling even wider. He stopped smiling when Gibbs' hand met the back of his head.

"You'll be the probie if you don't shut up and get to work." Gibbs snapped, picking up the mail off his desk. Tony touched the back of his head gently, scowling at Ziva a she laughed.

"Shut up probie." He said with mock anger. Ziva glared at him, a playful smile on her face.

"DiNozzo, go interview Lieutenant Jones' wife. Take Ziva with you."

Tony waited for Ziva as she grabbed her stuff, smirking at her as they entered the elevator.

"Prooooobie." He said, drawing out the nickname. Ziva sighed heavily, shifting her weight.

"I am now officially Probie." She said, and he nodded. He rocked back and forth on his heels, smiling at her in a childlike manner.

"Prooooobie Ziiiiiiiiva." Ziva pursed her lips, shaking her head at his sudden happiness over her being a probie. He was about to say it again when the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

"Prooooooobie!" Tony said as he practically skipped out of the elevator and across the parking garage. Ziva shook her head.

"Proooooooooooooooooobie." Ziva walked up next to Tony, putting her hand over his mouth. He looked at her, and his happiness almost consumed her and caused her to laugh.

Almost.

"I like sweet cheeks better." She said, and he shrugged.

"Sorry, Probielicious. You're stuck with this."

Tony got into the car, and Ziva sighed to hold back a laugh. She couldn't help but smile, though, as she slid into the passenger side. As Tony kept talking, making up obscene nickname after obscene nickname, she shook her head.

Maybe being the Probie was alright.


I'm not sure about this. I have to get my last line groove back. Haha, anywho. I have another oneshot in my mind. But, dudes. I've almost reached 50 stories. I think I am going to write a nice little oneshot collection for my 50th story. hehe. :D

Reviews would be lovely.

Izzy.