Gibbs: Get Tony and Ziva out of bed.
McGee: What? Oh, you want me to get them out of bed. Because it's the middle of the night. Their individual beds.
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Because this struck a little Jetlag inspired Tiva love... And I think it would be really funny...
Disclaimer: Today, I woke up, saddened, I found out that my dream did not come true, so, no, I do not own NCIS, or any of the characters... Nor am I trying to steal them...
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"Agh!", Tony mumbled into his pillow as he reached toward the phone that was ringing on the nightstand. He flipped it open, the screen showed McGee's name.
"What do you want Probie?", Tony said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Ziva sat up on the other side of the bed, awoken by the phone. She squinted and turned on the lamp. Sighing, she hated being woken up at this time of the morning, it was one, four more hours until she would normally be getting up.
"Who is it Tony?", She asked, whispering, in case it was Gibbs, she was surprised that he hadn't caught on by now. Ziva reached under her pillow and pulled out her loaded Glock, putting it on the nightstand.
"Probie.", He whispered, putting his hand over the receiver. He stood up, smirking as Ziva gathered her cargo pants and shirt that had been flung onto the floor. Tony's eyes widened as he saw that the phone that he had answered belonged to Ziva. Shit. Ziva looked around the floor desperately, she couldn't find her underwear. She heard his intake of air and looked up, he looked shocked- Harah. That was her phone he had answered. They could only hope that McGee hadn't caught on.
"Tony,", She whispered loudly, "have you seen my... Ropa Interior?", she switched to Spanish, praying Tim hadn't picked up that particular word.
"One sec.", He whispered back, covering the receiver again, hoping that McInterrupt wouldn't hear him. Ziva looked around the room desperately. Flinging things around, looking for that vital piece of attire. She wondered why they didn't take everything off before hand, they knew it would happen anyway. It never went any other way, and, besides, hunting for her clothes was never fun, and he was missing a few buttons.
"Found it!", she exclaimed, rather loudly.
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"Hey.", McGee said as someone answered the phone.
"What do you want Probie?", Tony grumbled. McGee could of sworn he called Ziva, but, it was one in the morning, he could be mistaken. He thought he heard a female voice in the background.
"We have a dead body. I'll send you the location.", McGee said back, he heard a bit of mumbling and whispering, the receiver was covered and he heard Tony's voice, though not directed at him. Then he heard a female voice, though it was very quiet due to the hand over the receiver.
"Did I interrupt anything?", McGee jeered at Tony.
"Yeah, McParty-Pooper, ya' did.", Tony grumbled, McGee could hear the sound of clothing rustling, he assumed that Tony was getting dressed.
"Sorry Tony, didn't mean to get in the way of your... Conquests...", McGee tried to joke.
"She's not a conquest.", Tony's voice got serious.
"Wait, a second, I'm getting another call.", Tony hung up, not paying attention to caller id this time.
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"DiNozzo.", He answered.
"Why are you answering Ziva's phone?", Gibbs questioned. McGee's jaw dropped. Wow... Gibbs was right. He could only wonder when it happened.
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About 550 words of Tiva magic. Well, if you've taken the time to read this, I can only hope that the green button below this makes some new friends. I love constructive criticism, though, I can only start to think of how OOC Ziva and Tony are here. I love your ideas. All of them.
Damie.