This is gonna be a short chapter. Actually, they'll all be short chapters but you get the point. This is basically your introduction. Enjoy!
Summary: No news isn't good news at NCIS!
Disclaimer: NCIS is not owned by me.
Scientists often say that opposites attract, and that is true with magnets and such, but is it possible with people? Two people so close, so different that compliment each other so well but complicate each other's lives at the same time... Two people abiding by rules a mystery to them, afraid to make a move.
Ziva pounded her head into her hands. How she hated mornings like this - absolutely nothing to do, because Gibbs wasn't there and they didn't have a case yet. Often she wondered why she got to work so early, but she knew. Her training. Mossad training was something she'd never forget. (But she wasn't Mossad anymore. Why was she holding on?)
McGee glanced up from his desk with a small smile on his face. If anything, they were all happy she was back. Somalia. God, if only they knew what happened. (She'd only ever talked to Tony. Why was she holding on?)
The elevator dinged nastily and neither looked up for they already knew who was coming. Tony, late as always, with that overbearing smile on his face that suggested he'd had a good night, or something close. (She knew she'd never have a chance. Why was she holding on?)
"Gooood morning Vietnam!" Tony called out, his grin widening at the obvious annoyance of his co-workers.
"Vietnam? Tony, we are in DC!" Ziva protested.
"It's a movie. A classic, you can't tell me you haven't..." he trailed off. "McProbie! Wake up."
"Mmm? Tony, shut up." McGee sighed from where he sat. "Some of us actually get up early and get here on time. So some of us are tired."
Gibbs slowly descended the stairs from MTAC, watching the scene. They wouldn't be happy when they found out the news he had to give them today.
As he entered the squad room, all chat abruptly stopped. "Do we have a case, Boss?" came from all three of them, now awake.
"No, paperwork is all." Gibbs placed his cup of coffee on his desk and kept walking, his only intention to see Ducky.
"No news is definitely bad news," Ziva grumbled.
The senior field agent grinned. "It's no news is good news, Zeee-vah, but in this case you are most definitely right."
