"SHUT UP!!"

They had been biting at each other's throats, fighting over absolutely nothing, and he had had enough. Gibbs had been trying to work on his report for the director for at least an hour now, but Tony and Ziva had insisted on yelling at each other for longer than that. He was sick of it. If they're going to bicker just because they can't have sex then FINE, screw rule twelve!

"Both of you, work, NOW! DiNozzo, go down to Abby's lab, tell her that you've been grounded. No leaving her lab until you're ready to go home. Ziva, you go near the lab while he's in there, so help me I will kill you with a paperclip!" He knew that she could probably defend herself against him normally, but he had been up all night, overloaded on coffee and he was pissed. No mere Mossad agent was going to get in his way. For a moment she actually looked frightened, but then her mask flew up and only her Tony-induced anger was visible. Tony, however, didn't even try to hide anything. He opened a drawer, grabbed all of his stuff and slammed it shut. He didn't say a word as he walked to the elevator, silently cursing his boss and partner. He punched the elevator button, probably bruising his hand, and as soon as the doors opened he was already inside, pushing the button to close the doors.

Why must she always do that? I don't even remember what we were yelling about, all I know is that she started it. Tony was pacing around the confines of the elevator, trying to figure out why she always did it, got mad at him for no reason. If I had done something, I would know, but no, she just decides that now she's pissed at me! He growled in anger and punched the elevator wall, leaving a rather noticeable dent. He didn't like it when Ziva yelled at him. He didn't like the way that she seemed to find him as someone to yell at. He wanted her to smile at him, laugh, joke, kiss...

Stop it, DiNozzo. You keep on thinking like that, you'll wind up getting in another fight with her. To her it must seem like he couldn't do anything right. How much he wished he could show her how wrong she was.

Ziva was trying to work, she really was. It just wasn't going over as well as it should have. As soon as the elevator doors closed Gibbs announced that he was leaving for coffee. Now she sat at her desk, staring across the bullpen at Tony's desk. Why did she always end up yelling at him?

It is not like he gives me a reason to. Sure, the endless movie references get a little tiring, but I do not wish to yell at him. Why am I so...pested?....no.....oh where is Tony to correct me when I need him? Oh yes, he is down with Abby, because you had to go and YELL AT HIM! She slammed her hands down on her desk, fed up with herself and angry about being so....bitchy.

Admit it, said a calm, very Tony-ish voice in the back of her mind, you just get mad because you can't have sex. She started and looked confusedly at Tony's desk.

Ziva David, did you just admit that you would like to have sex with Tony DiNozzo, your partner? What is wrong with you?! She shook her head, hoping to remove all thoughts about him from her head. It only succeeded in making her dizzy. Tony still swam around inside her head. His laughter, his smell, his smile, the way his beautiful eyes glimmered, the way she slowly undressed him with her eyes, like the first time they met....

Wait....why must I think about that now? He does not see me that way. He sees me as someone who needs to yell at him because she has nothing better to do. He probably thinks that I don't care. I will show him how wrong he is.

"Hey Tony, what are you doing down....what's wrong with you? Abby was happy to see him, but it seemed that he was in a 'Ziva' mood. They had been fighting like kids for the past while, but no one knew what had started them at it. They used to get along so well, going over to each others' places to watch movies, going to bars to hang out. Almost like they were dating, but they seemed incapable of doing that simple thing that she knew would make them both the happiest people in the world.

"Hey Abs", he said with a very obviously forced smile. "Apparently, Ziva has decided that I've done something wrong but I haven't and now I've been grounded by Gibbs because she couldn't stop yelling at me for doing nothing wrong! What did I do wrong?" By the end of this, he was yelling more at himself. Abby just stood there, her arms crossed.

"I don't know what you did, but you don't have to yell at me for it." She told him, very matter-of-factly. He gave her an 'I'm sorry' look accompanied by a very apologetic smile. She gave him a smile back and led him to the back room of her lab. "If you feel really bad Bert will keep you company." Tony smiled his thanks, not trusting himself to open his mouth in case he started yelling again.

As the doors to the back room closed and Abby went back to her computer, she couldn't help but smile. "They are so going to get together by the end of the day, even if I have to get Gibbs to help me do it!" her smile grew bigger as she heard Bert's very distinguishable noise coming from the back room. Tony was obviously trying to calm himself down. As long as he was trying, that was okay with her.

Now, she thought to herself, to go and see why they're trying to kill each other. With that she called to Tony that she needed to talk to Gibbs and that she would be back down, but instead she got in the elevator, thinking of what she was going to say to Ziva when she got upstairs.

Gibbs sat against the wall outside interrogation. He didn't know what he was so upset about exactly, but he knew that it had something to do with Jenny. Tony and Ziva's 'relationship', if it could be called that, had reminded him of Paris. Stupid, unwanted, depressing Paris. Ever since Jenny had been given the job of Director, he found himself constantly reminded of the unforgiving city. Tony and Ziva's constant bickering because, deep down, they loved each other, only brought up worse and worse memories.