Disclaimer: If I did own NCIS, would I be writing this?

Set after the episode where Abby got the team iPods.

DiNozzo's POV

"Score!" I waved my hands in the air, as I shot the paper-ball into McGeek's bin.

"Tony! Could you stop th-" McGoo was cut off. I followed his eyes to the elevator. Ziva was dancing and shaking her hips to a song, playing on her iPod. My mouth dropped open.

"So objection I don't wanna be the exception

To get a bit of your attention

I love you for free and I'm not your mother

But you don't even bother"

She spun around, still moving her hips to the beat.

"Objection I'm tired of this triangle

Got dizzy dancing tango

I'm falling apart in your hands again

No way I've got to get away!"

She looked so sexy. No DiNozzo! Wrong thoughts. Think... Vance choking on his toothpick. Think... McGee in a dress. Think...Abby wearing pink and ruffles. Think...Gibbs. Standing, glaring.

She was still dancing around the bullpen, completely oblivious to the many people that were watching her performance.

"Next to her cheap silicon I look minimal

That's why in front of your eyes I'm invisible

But you gotta know small things also count

You better put your feet on the ground

And see what it's about ...so"

Ziva spun around and flicked her hips to her right, putting her left hand, holding the iPod, in the air. She then noticed that everyone on the floor, including McGee and I, were watching her.

"Uhhmmm...uhhh...sorry," Zee said, looking to the floor as a heavy blush formed on her face, smirking as she headed to her desk.

"So...Ziva, You didn't tell us," I gestured to the whole bullpen, " that you used to be an exotic dancer!" I said. McGoo laughed. " Shut up McPrude."

"What is a...exotic dancer?" Zee asked, a curious look forming in her beautiful brown eyes. I smiled the charming DiNozzo smile.

"Ya' know. Bow chick a wow wooowww," I gestured, moving my hips and making a slapping motion. By this time, McGee was on the floor laughing. At that moment I could really see why, but then I turned around and saw Gibbs emerge from the elevator, and immediately ran around my desk and sat down. He walked in the bullpen with his trademark coffee, ignored us all, and sat down at his desk.

Thwackk!

"Oww! What the-" I trailed off, turning around to see Vance behind me.

"Thanks Leon," Gibbs worded appreciatively, as he grabbed his gun and walked towards the elevator, " decapitated man at Quantico, let's go."

"On you six boss." we chorused.