First chapter, just getting the story set up. Excuse any OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
"Mcgee!" Tony warned as he leaned forward in his chair, rapidly pressing the button on his controller as the man he controlled sprinted across the screen. Bullets flew past his head and his return fire ceased as he ducked behind a crate. "Stop cornering me!" His eyes scanned the screen for an escape route but he saw nothing that would help him get away from his persuer. He pressed the wrong button and his character threw a flashbang gernade at the ground. His side of the screen turned white as he waited for the light to clear so he could see.
"Come on Tony, come out and play." Mcgee was grinning ear to ear as he approached the dead end that Tony was trapped in. He reloaded the MK-14 he was carrying and aimed it at Tony's hiding spot, firing a few teaser shots.
The two agents had went into the game lobby together, planning on playing as a team, but the server had split them up. Tony had been confident that he would easily smear his friend but Mcgee had been anhiliating him so far. Tony's curses seemed to echo in the empty bullpen as Mcgee tossed a flash gernade and a pack of C4 behind the crate. Tony scrambled to move out of the way as the flash gernade exploded, leaving both of their screens white. Mcgee clicked the button for c4 and it went off, leaving Tony's screen blinking red. He made it past Mcgee's character and was almost around the corner when he fell to the ground for no apparent reason. The killcam began to play and it showed Mcgee's throwing knife hurtling towards him and sticking in his leg. Tony's controller hit the ground and he pushed away from the tv with a grunt, running a hand through his hair.
"Something wrong Tony?" Mcgee didn't bother to hide his smirk as he sat the controller down and leaned back in his chair.
"Rematch! I demand a rematch! A throwing knife? Really?"
"You are just jealous I can actually hit something with one," He shot back; Tony had attempted to throw a knife at him several times while Mcgee was standing still and he had missed every throw. "But if you really want me to beat you again..."
"Look probie, that was nothing but luck!"
"Hmm...20 kills and 5 deaths was luck? I must be really lucky."
"I hate you," Tony muttered.
"I know," Mcgee chuckled as he flipped the console off and yawned, rubbing his eyes. Ziva and Gibbs had left hours ago, leaving Tony and Mcgee to do whatever they pleased. They had thought about going out and trying to pick up a few girls, but the video games had ended up taking prioritey over their Friday night. "Wonder what Ziva and Gibbs are doing tonight?"
"Gibbs is probably working in his basement and listening to classical music. Ziva probably went out with someone," The words left a bitter taste in his mouth and he frowned.
"Wonder what Gibbs is building this time?"
"No telling," Tony yawned. "I am getting sleepy."
"You and me both. I didn't notice until now; I guess I was a little focused."
"A little?" Tony snorted. "You, Timothy Mcgee, are a Kill hog."
"Camper."
"Noob Tuber."
"Chicken."
"Enough," A voice proclaimed from behind them and both of them jumped. Ziva rounded the corner and sat down on the edge of Tony's desk, crossing her arms. "What in the world are you two going on about? I could hear you from inside the elevator. You two are louder than a couple of squwaking ducks."
"Hens," Tony corrected.
"What?"
"Squwaking hens."
"Oh, whatever." She waved a hand in dismissal. "So what is the problem?"
"Mcgee is a noob."
"Tony is a sore loser."
"And why is that not surprising?" Ziva raised an eyebrow as she turned her gaze to Tony.
"He cheated."
"Keep telling yourself that," She reached over to mess up his hair with a smile. Tony batted her hand away and smothed his hair back down before yawning once more. He returned to his chair and sat down, propping his feet up on top of the scattered paperwork. Ziva rolled her eyes and crossed the room to her own desk, sitting down and checking her Go Bag.
"What are you doing here?" Mcgee asked as he flipped the tv off.
"I could ask you two the same thing."
"We were playing Call of Duty. I beat Ton,obviously." Mcgee stated as he stood up and stretched.
"I see. I happen to be here because Gibbs called me. Said something about not being able to get ahold of you two. He sounded pretty irritated."
"Oh crap." Tony cursed as he picked up his silenced phone and saw the five missed called. "Gibbs is going to kill me."
"And me," Mcgee groaned, checking his own call log.
"You two deserve it. What if there had been an emergancy?"
"I would have used my super powers to detect it." Tony smiled but it melted as the elevator pinged.
"Anyone have popcorn?" Ziva whispered with a wicked grin.
"There you are! Where in the hell have you two been?" Gibbs demanded as he stalked towards them, coffee cup in hand. "I tried calling you both five times!"
"We were here boss."
"Then why weren't you answering your phones?"
"We...were playing video games." Tony dipped his head, waiting for the smack he knew was coming. Ziva smiled as Gibbs smacked Tony on the back of the head and glared at Mcgee before grabbing his bag from underneath his desk, as well as his spare pistol.
"Don't let it happen again or you will wish you were in a video game," Gibbs threatened as he stood up once more and turned on his heel, heading back towards the elevator. "Let's get moving people."
"Where to?" Tony asked as he grabbed his backpack from under his desk and slung in across his shoulder, scrambling to catch up to Gibbs.
"Downtown. We have four marines- two dead, two wounded."
"Oh goody." He groaned as he felt his eyes sag with sleep. A glance at the wall clock told him it was well after midnight and he hadn't sleep since the night before. "I should have gone home and went to bed."
"Yes, you should have." Ziva smirked at him as she fell into step behind him, Mcgee bringing up the rear. "Instead you stayed up playing video games all night."
"Just like when we were kids," Mcgee chuckled as they waited on the elevator. "What games did you play as a kid Gibbs?"
"Space Invaders." Tony coughed to cover up his laughter and Gibbs shot him a dirty look. "Problem DiNozzo?"
"No boss," He quickly gained control of his features. "Just a little outdated."
"Like your badge is about to be," Gibbs commented as he stepped onto the elevator.
"Smooth Tony," Ziva muttered to him as they crowded onto the elevator.
"Shut up," Tony shot back, crossing his arms and leaning against the cool metal wall. He could tell it was going to be a long night.
