A: Adolescent

The bullpen was relatively quiet as agents tried to get their work done, so they could head home early for the weekend. In result, the place was clearing out fast, others escaping from the workload, and some just trying to get away from the aggravating noise my partner was making.

Click. Click. Click Click Click Click.

"Tony! You have been clicking that pen since we have arrived for work. Will you cut it out already?" I exclaimed at him, fed up. "Some of us are actually trying to work."

His ever-present smirk was starting to make its way onto his face. "For your information Zee-Vah, I've already finished my work for the day," he declared smugly as he started to resume his obnoxious clicking, making sure to make my name as pronounced as he can.

"Gibbs would not like it if you were not working Tony," I told him matter of factly, turning towards his desk. His pen was poised in his hand, his thumb hovering over the end of it. "And if you do not stop that pen clicking of yours, I will go over there and kill you with it," I threatened at him, swiveling back towards my own desk, intent on doing my job.

Tony's lips dropped into a frown as he stared at me accusingly. "You wouldn't Ziva, it's my favorite pen!"

I glared at him, tempting him to try out my patience, which, with every passing second, was wearing thinner. I grinned triumphantly as he held up his hands in surrender, before sticking his pen in the top left drawer of his desk. I smiled slightly as I focused my attention on my load of paperwork, stuff that probably won't be done until late tonight.

Tap. Tap. Tap Tap Tap Tap.

I sighed heavily, before bringing my head up to focus on my partner across the bullpen. "Tony," I said through gritted teeth. "What are you doing?"

"Playing with my keyboard," he replied nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"Because Ziva, I have nothing to do, and I like the way an "m" looks when you type a lot in a row" he explained. "Kind of like a ton of mini mountains," he added, stating as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I stared at him, dumbfounded on what his sources of entertainment had proven to be.

"Oh, my bad Tony. I had not realized how much m's looked like little mountains," I responded, rolling my eyes at him.

"Well now you do Zi" he stated innocently, grinning as the only sound in the bullpen was his annoying tapping.

"Goodness Tony, sometimes I think you are a ten year old stuck in a man's body."

He suppressed a hurt expression, but his eyes glinted mischievously as he stared at me from his position behind his desk.

"You are such an adolescent" I declared, returning to my work load.

"I'm not a child. Am I a child McGeek?"

McGee glanced at me before putting his gaze back on Tony. "Well uh, Tony, you do act a bit childish sometimes" he responded guiltily. I snorted loudly at Tony's expression of disbelief.

"I agree with McGee all too well Tony. You are a child most days of the week."

Tony pouted and resorted to tapping his foot against the side of his desk. Thump. Thump. Thump Thump Thump Thump.

"Dead marine in Quantico! Gear up" came the loud commanding voice of Gibbs over the chatter of everyone working.

"Boss, do you think I'm a child?" questioned Tony, still tapping his foot against the desk annoyingly.

Gibbs turned around to stare at him without replying to his Senior Field Agent's question. "All I know DiNozzo, is that if you don't quit that tapping, you won't have that foot anymore."

I chuckled at his response, grabbing my coat and securing my gun in its holster. I barely had time to dodge out of the way as Tony's favorite pen sailed past my head. "Yup.. definitely an adolescent."