So, tell me if you think it's too much like something you've seen before. Another chapter, coming soon.
Tony, McGee, and Gibbs sat at their respective desks waiting for a new case to be given to them but were not hopeful. Ziva stepped off the elevator and threw her bag unceremoniously behind the desk to vent some of her annoyance. She was angry, more than angry, she was furious with that man. McGee and Gibbs had the sense to not step into her line of fire, but Tony was like a kamikaze (A/N: a kamikaze is a Japanese suicide pilot) around her. "Something wrong, Zee-vah?", he asked before she had even had a chance to sit down.
She stood looking at the ceiling for a moment and tried to ignore the temptation to pull one of her many hidden weapons and kill Tony before anyone could blink. "Today is not the day to antagonize me, Tony", she warned in an even voice. On the inside she was trying ignore what had happened the night before on her date. She had been seeing a man named Fletcher for about a month and a half, and things had been going well until the night before.
"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?", he asked with a smirk. He wanted to get her into one of their flirtatious arguments, because he was worried by her lack of fire this morning. He watched her sigh and ignore his question in favor of sitting at her desk and beginning her work. Gibbs decided to leave under the pretense of a coffee run, and McGee just huddled into his chair and watched his computer screen.
Tony wisely chose to allow the subject to pass and went back to his computer. Only ten minutes passed before another interruption caught his attention. Ziva's shrill ring tone filled the bullpen, but she ignored the call after looking at the screen. Tony was about to make a comment about Ziva's ignored call, but Abby ran into the bullpen as well as she could in her high platforms. "Ziva David, what is wrong with you?", she asked loudly enough for the entire building to hear. Some people looked over, but most were accustomed to Abby's...excessive nature.
Ziva looked up in shock and scanned her mind for things she could have done to upset Abby. It was hard to get on the goth forensic scientist's bad side when you were one of her team members, but Ziva realized what she did. "Oh! It was my day to bring your caf-pow, Abby, I can not believe I forgot."
Abby watched Ziva closely, because something was off about her. "I can't believe it either. You don't forget anything. So, how could this have slipped your mind?" Abby was suspicious, and she was digging. That was never a good combination.
Ziva knew she didn't want to have that conversation with Tony and McGee listening (especially Tony), so she evaded the question. "It has now slipped back into my mind, and I will get your caf-pow before we all must endure a caffeine free Abby.", Ziva said as she slipped away from her desk and the questions.
Abby was worried about the way Ziva was avoiding questions. She was never exactly open, but she usually tried a bit harder for the team. "Tony, go into the elevator and talk to her. I don't care what reason you have to make up. Just go, and no excuses or I will kill you without leaving any forensic evidence...or a body." She added the last part to her usual threat, because Tony still seemed to be hesitant, but he sighed and went to the elevator as Abby had ordered, although he muttered about having to be the one who put his life on the line. Abby ran to her lab at light speed after seeing that he was following orders.
Tony caught the elevator door just when it was almost closed and smiled to Ziva when he entered. He and Ziva stood in the elevator for a minute after she pressed a button, and the elevator started its ascent. Tony thought he might be risking his life, but he flipped the emergency stop switch and caught Ziva's hand when she tried to flip it back. "Trying to play Gibbs again, Tony?", she asked condescendingly.
He saw that her defensive walls were fully up and running. He wanted to make her talk to him, but he had to go about carefully. "Was it Fletcher on the phone?", he asked without looking at her. He stared at the metal doors in front of them and hoped she would answer.
Ziva's face became a blank mask immediately. "I am not having this conversation with you.", she answered. She flipped the switch, and both agents expected the elevator to begin moving, but nothing happened. The lights remained darkened, and the elevator stayed stubbornly in place.
She and Tony looked at each other for a moment before she tried the switch again and again. "This is not happening!", Tony yelled at the elevator doors. They didn't budge, even when he mercilessly kicked the doors. He sighed and turned to see Ziva sitting on the floor watching him in slight amusement when the doors showed no sign of budging.
He was about to say something sarcastic when his phone rang. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his ringing phone and saw that it was Gibbs. "Oh no.", he said before answering. "Hey, boss", Tony greeted over enthusiastically.
"DiNozzo, where the hell are you. We got a dead petty off- why isn't the elevator working?", Gibbs yelled into the phone heatedly.
"About that. It would seem the elevator is stuck with Ziva and myself inside, and we were just about to call for help. Gibbs growled into the phone but disconnected the call. They heard him yell for McGee to follow him to the stairs, and they went to the crime scene, two agents short. "Ha, McUnlucky is going to have so much fun processing the crime scene without us."
"Yes, Tony, and now we get to have all of the fun and sit in an elevator for who knows how long.", Ziva answered while rolling her eyes. Tony was reminded that they were stuck in the elevator and couldn't believe his luck. He needed to talk to Ziva on the same day the elevator forces them to stay together, and it could take hours for someone to get them out.
He sat beside her and tried to think of how to ease into the conversation, but then he remembered that he didn't need to, because she couldn't leave if he made her angry, and anger made people say things they would normally keep to themselves. "So, what did Fletcher do?", he asked.
Ziva banged her head against the wall and knew this would be the longest day of her life and more torturous than anything Gibbs would have made them do at the crime scene instead.