"It doesn't snow in Maryland!" Tony shouted from the elevator. Ziva couldn't help but snicker as he walked through the bullpen covered in white flakes. He slid his backpack off his arm, shedding a layer of snow.
Ziva helped brush most of it off, yet there was still that clingy, last layer that clumped the snow in the first place. "That, is the best I am willing to do." she said as Tony kicked his boots on the side of his desk. "How come you're not covered in snow?" She smirked provocatively, as if she was attempting one of Gibbs' signature glares, and slowly walked to her desk.
The elevator rang and Palmer walked in, wearing his green scrubs and his new brown Pumas. "Good morning Agent DiNozzo," He cheerfully greeted, receiving a menacing scowl from Tony. "Who let you out of your cave?" DiNozzo barked. Jimmy's smile faded and he started talking fast, "Well, you see, Dr. Mallard told me to take some samples to Abby, and I didn't know that she wasn't there, because I forgot that today was Sunday, and I know that she always comes late on Sundays. And it took me a few minutes to realize why she wasn't in her lab. So by the time I figured everything out, I wondered what the samples were for because I didn't see a body. And when I finally identified them as bone marrow, I forgot I was in Abby's lab. So I decided to come here." Jimmy's beaming smile returned as he eagerly awaited for his friends to answer. Tony looked half aw-struck, and simply decided to say, "That's nice Palmer."
Ziva leaned against McGee's desk and folded her arms, "You're wearing your new shoes." She randomly pointed out.
Jimmy twisted his foot to examine the brown shoe, "Oh, yeah. Do you like them?" Ziva smiled, "They look nice." Tony sent her a look of horror and her eyebrows shot up, "What?" she mouthed.
Palmer walked back to the elevator and passed Gibbs, "Good morning Sir." Gibbs stopped dead in his tracks. Deciding to let go the fact that Palmer called him 'sir', he looked at the Autopsy assistant, "Abby's on her way." Jimmy nodded and started to walk away, "Nice shoes." He heard Gibbs shout to him.
Gibbs headed towards his desk, and he saw Tony out of the corner of his eye, snow covered, and slightly dripping. "Why are you all wet?" He asked, keeping his face forward. "Boss, it was snowing when-" Gibbs shook his head and took a sip of his coffee, "Changed my mind, don't want to know."
He set his coffee down and walked around his desk.
Tony heard Ziva snicker, and he started mumbling under his breath to nobody in particular, "The day starts our normal, than I get snowed on, then I come to my perfectly normal job and it's suddenly perfectly normal to be nice to the Autopsy gremlin, and his new shoes are suddenly extraordinary and-" Ziva slapped her palm on the hard oak of his desk and placed her other hand on her hip, "Well, someone must be nice to him."
McGee walked in with a coffee cup and two white bags. He peered into one of them and dropped it on Tony's desk while handing the other to Ziva. "Aha ha, no way McGoo! How did you find these?" Tony excitedly asked holding up an Oreo pie. They were particularly hard to find, the good ones were anyway.
"I know some people who own a bakery in Utah-" Tony only half-heard what McGee said. He was just a bit busy shoving the crumbly delicacy into his mouth.
He shoveled the pie into his mouth until possibly no more could be shoved it, and-to Ziva's horror-had it smeared all over the lower half of his face. He took another bite and watched the pie in his hand, as if he thought of of the other agents was going to eat it. But nobody with half a brain would know not to even stare at the dessert for more than ten seconds at a time.
Little crumbs fell from DiNozzo's hand and silence flooded the building as people stopped to stand up and stare at Tony's disgusting eating habits. "Tony," Ziva harshly whispered.
He waved her off and Ziva shut her eyes and shook her head. She realized that absolutely would keep Tony from his precious pie. Ziva looked over at Gibbs and nibbled at her slice.
"1647, right?" Gibbs breathed into the phone. He gently put it down, not to disturb DiNozzo's peace and quiet. He walked over to Tony's desk, and bent down next to him.
"Gear up!" He barked in Tony's ear.
Poor frightened Tony jumped in his chair and dropped what little was left onto his lap. McGee and Ziva high-fived, and Tony mocked them and shot them a scowl.
"Tony, gas up the truck," Gibbs threw on his jacket and tossed the keys to Tony, "Where are we headed Boss?" He asked while rubbing the white filling off his jet black pants with his middle finger. "Quantico," Gibbs said, loading his gun.
McGee vigorously shoved the mag into his gun, and it became hot. A low steady beeping filled the room, and a faint smokey smell filled his nostrals. Tim eyed the gun, and dropped it where he stood. He -somewat quickly- backed away, and mentally reminded everyone else to as well.
A small flame licked the oil greaced metal, and quickly spread. Timothy's eyes widened, but he was already pressed against the wall, so he could back up no further. Gibbs sniffed the air, and turned around, rather alarmed. Nothing Gibbs could do would stop the fire. So he sat there, listened to the even lower beeping, and waited for it to explode.
Gibbs looked at McGee, "Boss, it just exploded." He pleaded, with a hint of irony, but Gibbs didn't seem to buy it. He stepped over the debris and threw open his desk, taking a rubber glove out of it, and snapping it on. He gingerly picked it up, then placed it carefully in an evidence bad and stormed off.
"That, was not my fault," McGee murmered to himself. Ziva slapped his cheek softly. "It's not your fault, it could have happened to anyone." McGee nodded, but somehow, he just couldn't help but believe that this was all his fault, or he did something to deserve this.
Something was definitely hinky.