A/N Another quick story that I definitely intend to continue! Also, seeing as it's my birthday in a week I figured I'd write a birthday themed story. So enjoy!

Happy Birthday, Anthony DiNozzo

Tony DiNozzo danced into the Bullpen early one Tuesday morning, singing tunelessly to himself as he exited the elevator. Spinning in a circle he stopped at his desk the final words more a proclamation in his usual tone, than the song of delight he had been singing on his way into the building.

"Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Come on, now where are my presents? You thought it would be funny to hide them Probie?"

McGee looked up from his computer, shaking his head slowly, a confused expression carefully placed upon his face. He shook his head not knowing quite how to answer Tony. There had been no presents left on his desk that morning. Besides, McGee wasn't quite that stupid. He knew how protective DiNozzo was of his possessions and he had certainly not forgotten the curiosity he held for unopened letters and packages; the same curiosity that had left him with the plague.

"I haven't seen any presents, Tony…"

It only took Tony a few seconds to realise that McGee was telling the truth, that he had seen no presents left on the desk that morning. Turning round, he faced Ziva this time, asking the same question. A shrug was given as an answer as she turned back to her paperwork. She hadn't seen any presents either. And clearly neither of them had remembered that it was his birthday. A slight wave of hurt ran through him as he turned away and made his way back to his empty desk when a dead weight hit his back and sent him toppling to the floor, much the amusement of the other agents watching.

"Tony!" Squealed the voice of the object that had sent him toppling to the floor. It was, of course, Abby, giving him one of her famous hugs. A little smile crept it's way across Tony's face, at least someone had remembered his birthday. Pulling himself up, the grin blatantly plastered onto his face, Tony pulled Abby into a hug. When he let her go though, she looked confused as though she didn't understand why Tony was being so free with his affections. A light sigh left his mouth. If Abby had forgotten then there was no hope of anyone else having remembered. With a slightly awkward smile, Tony pulled himself to his feet offering a hand to the Goth who was still on the floor. As soon as she had regained he balance, he stalked out of the bullpen, the hurt he was feeling due to everyone forgetting written clearly across his face.

It was about an hour later when McGee found him, sulking down by the interrogation rooms, the pained expression he had worn as he left the Bullpen still placed defiantly on his features as Tim drew closer. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the other man coming towards him. It was the fact that McGee had forgotten that hurt him most of all. A hand reached out to touch Tony's arm as means of comfort but he backed away, angered that Tim though this would be enough to make everything better

"How could you? You! Of all people. Do you know how that makes me feel Tim?"

Tim reached out an arm to wrap around Tony's shoulder by means of comfort. This time he was not pushed away, though Tony's eyes flicked up and down the corridor before he relaxed. McGee, leaned in closer his voice little more than a whisper in Tony's ear now.

"You thought I'd forgotten, DiNozzo… no, I just got you something very special for your birthday…"