Hi, I'm Nyk. This is a story I had in mind for quite a long time. Let me know what you think. I want this K+ so I'm going to try this to keep it like this as much as possible. Enjoy? Inspired by a movie I never saw, haha.

I dare you talk that Tony talk

It was a late night at the NCIS office. You can hear people's conversations such as what they are going to do in the weekend or their current case. Heck, you can hear the typing on the keyboards. But there was someone's voice that just couldn't be missed at all.

"Gee way to go, McSlopy! This shirt was brand new!"The senior agent yelled. No it wasn't.

"Tony, I said I was sorry, even thought you were the one who walking backwards." McGee told him back. Apparently, McGee accidently spilled hot coffee in Tony's shirt. Is not the first time he spilled him hot coffee, but it was sure the first he's that furious.

"Well, you should've been paying attention, McIdiot." he growled.

"Me? Okay you want to handle this outside?" McGee growled back at him.

"What are you going to do? Sit on me with all that darned baby fat?!" Tony said, attitude shown on his voice. McGee felt a sting on his chest. The fact that his co-worker called him fat hurts him.

"I'm sorry Tony. Look, I'll buy you another one, 'Kay?" McGee offered.

Tony gave him a mean glare. "For what? So you can ruin the other more than this one? I'll keep this one in one piece while I can thank you very much aside from the fact that you spilled hot coffee on it!" Tony growled once again on his face, that McGee felt his breath which he thought needed a mint pronto.

The former mossad officer, who was sitting on her desk the whole entire time since the beginning, is already irritated by their stupid argument. She decided to step in. "Tony, don't you think you are taking this a bit too long? He did offer to buy you a new one. It wasn't even his fault-"she was interrupted by Tony.

"Far. Far Zee-Vah! And be quiet, you. You weren't the one who got spilled with hot coffee. You don't even know the day I went thru. So, better zip it, before I kick your bottom back to Israel." The older agent cut her off, before she could even finish. Leaving Ziva winced at the last part and a wide eyed McGee. Does he know this woman has over a hundred ways to kill someone with a paper clip?

"But we went thru the same day" said Ziva and McGee in unison. They awkwardly looked at each other. They smiled in the inside.

Lately, the senior agent's insults had taken a new twist. There was anger on his voice each time he pointed out a mistake or just for the heck of it. He has become harsher than usual and it's starting to worry his co-workers.

"Stupid mo-"he was cut off by a white haired man; their boss.

"Go home." he said as he sits down on his desks. He looked up to notice that the agents were still there. "Well? What are you waiting for?" The agents didn't want to be told twice. They took their belongings and were about to head for the elevator until a name was called out that halted the trio.

"Not you, DiNozzo." Agent DiNozzo turned around along with the other two. Ziva and McGee gave him a look that said 'ooh you're in trouble!' Fantastic, I'm about to face the Great White Wolf's wrath. The other two left him alone and proceeded to head over the elevator. As they did, he saw McGee shakes his head. He knows he was trying to hold a smirk. Tony walks and stands at front of his boss' desk, which he was looking at Tony up and down, glasses on his hand.

Tony dared to ask his boss "wh-what's wrong G-gibbs?" he said nervously. Who wouldn't be? Get this man mad enough, his anger might start world war three.

"I don't like the way you're treating your co-workers, DiNozzo." he said plainly. There was silence for a short moment, until Tony spoke.

"Well Boss, I could explain. They are just innocent jok-"he suddenly stopped when his boss got up and slammed his fist on his desk, making everything slightly jump and lots of heads turned to see what all the commotion was about. Gibbs stood up; putting his hands on his desk and leans in front of the agent he is talking to. "What is your problem? They are not 'jokes' anymore, DiNozzo. You are actually insulting them. You took it too far and now you are harassing them. Are you understanding what I'm saying?" he finished telling him sternly. The senior agent could only nod. "Good. You are taking a vacation for a week. I already talked with Vance about it and he agreed. You need a break."

"But-"Tony was about to disagree but he stopped himself when he looked at the face of his boss. "Yes, sir."

"Good, now shoo." Tony didn't want to be told twice like the others almost did. He left as soon as he told him to.

After that, Gibbs turned around to see a bunch of heads poking out of their desks. "What!?" The heads quickly lowered as they heard the older man's voice. Oh Yeah. Like a Boss.

Meanwhile, as Tony was about to approach his car, there was too other agents leaning in his car; apparently waiting for him. "What the? What are you guys doing here beside my car? Step away, you are going stain it!"

McGee looked at Ziva, vice versa.

"What happened?" Ziva asks

"Nothing. He offered me a vacay for a week."

Their eyes widened. "And did you accept?"

"Of course I did, why would I not?" Tony says as he fakes a laugh.

"Hmmph. Well okay…" It was a bit hard for Tim to believe and he knew Ziva was going thru the same.

"Now, would you please get out of my way? Don't you two have a date or something?"

McGee turned a little red. "It is not a date, Tony. We are not ignorant of rule number twelve. It is just a friendly dinner." Ziva told him.

"Riiiight… okay. See ya later!" He quickly opened the door of his car and was heading straight to his favorite bar. Little did he know it was going to be the worst night of his life. If he even has enough words to describe it…

Hello, people. I will love to hear what you think of this,if I should continue or not. Thank you for taking your time to read this.

Nyk