AN: Hey all, this is just a funny little one-shot that I wrote today in church. Kept me and hpbrat2 entertained. Special shout out to her for telling me to post it.
As for Taking A Stand, I promise I really am working on it, I am just a little stuck and way crazy busy with other things in life. I'm super sorry for the delay in updating, but I hope to get a chapter or two up over the Thanksgiving break.
Oh, and this is dedicated to the best science teacher I ever had, Mr. Orme, who used to do this to his students… Although he never slapped us. :D
NCIS Headquarters- Bullpen- 0430
Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo was exhausted. He'd been up all night doing paperwork from the last case, which, due to his typing skills, was still not finished. Looking at the time, he decided that he'd take a short nap and finish before anyone else got in later that day. Balling up a jacket, he laid his head down on his desk and was asleep within seconds.
0600
Officer Ziva David strolled into the bullpen precisely at 6:00 am, and was surprised to see that only Tony was already there, usually Gibbs was the only one awake and on time, although Tony was asleep, and only on time because he'd obviously spent the night. His head was on a stack of paperwork still needing to be completed, a jacket balled up behind his head. Smirking, Ziva decided to let him sleep just a bit longer. As fun as it would be to startle him, watching Gibbs wake him would be even more so.
0630
Huffing, Special Agent Timothy McGee rushed out of the elevator. His alarm clock had not gone off and he'd been running (literally) late ever since. Just as he was about to enter the bullpen, he felt a hand across his throat, and one around his arm, pulling him back.
"Quiet, McGee." The familiar accented voice whispered in his ear, the hands pushing his face into the bullpen, a finger pointing to a sleeping Dinozzo. The hand around his throat loosened and he stepped back to face Ziva. Seeing the evil smirk on her face, he first shuddered, and then understood. Nodding, he stealthily moved ever so slightly to get a better view of the show sure to come.
0635
Master of stealth, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs watched in amusement as Ziva manhandled McGee. Walking down the stairs from the Director's office, he circled around to the elevator, and walked into the bullpen. Looking at his team he appeared to notice Tony's sleeping self, made eye contact with an obviously excited Ziva (honestly, the woman might as well have been bouncing in her seat), and walked straight through, heading down to Abby's lab.
Ziva and McGee exchanged incredulous looks. No way. No way was Tony gonna get away with sleeping on the job, even if the job was as boring as paperwork. Shrugging, McGee decided he might as well get working, and began setting up for the day.
Two minutes later, a bouncing Goth and a typically stoic Gibbs wandered into the bullpen, Abby heading directly to Tony's desk, holding what looked like two giant buttons in her hands. Situating herself behind Tony, in the corner of the bullpen, holding the buttons about shoulder's width apart. Ziva and McGee watched in fascinated confusion as Gibbs grabbed the stapler off his desk and approached Tony, Ziva's grin growing with every step.
Holding the stapler in one hand and three fingers up on the other, he made eye contact with Abby and began counting down.
3…2…1…
The clatter of the stapler falling on the desk sufficiently woke Tony, who shot upright; his ear going directly between Abby's outstretched hands, just as her thumbs pressed down.
"That was easy!" rang through the bullpen, causing Tony to jump forward just enough for Gibbs to slap the back of his head.
"Have a nice nap Dinozzo?"