"'Let's push it down the river and pretend we never saw it.'" Ziva proclaimed triumphantly, sure she found one Tony wouldn't guess. They had just finished off a case and, after four hours of paperwork, their movie geek had finally snapped. Desperate for a distraction, Tony had begun spouting quotes from old movies, trying to get his team to guess where they were from. Ziva and McGee had teamed up against him. Gibbs remained silent, working on his own stack of paperwork. They had done well today. They deserved a break.
"Ahh." Tony leaned back in his chair cockily, tossing and catching a paper ball. "Willow. The Daikini baby born with the funky tattoo and the farmer who just couldn't do magic."
McGee took his turn with out stopping his fingers or drawing his attention away from his computer screen. "'Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.'"
Ziva looked mildly confused, but more than a little impressed. Tony, however, bit his lip in contemplation. The paper ball ceased its up and down motion as the detective's forehead creased. Ziva broke into a grin and even Gibbs looked up from his forms, eyebrow raised. Finally, though, Tony laughed. "Trying to throw me for a loop with a little Fitzgerald, old McSport?" He threw his ball straight up again in victory as McGee shook his head in mild frustration. "The Great Gatsby. A classic. Never forget who you're going up against, probie."
"I've got one." Ziva narrowed her eyes, now more determined than ever to beat her over-confidant teammate. "'He'd take them into the basement, two at a time, and make one face into the corner-,'"
"'While he killed the other.' The Blair Witch Project. Come on, Ziva, could you at least pretend to make this challenging?" Tony taunted.
"I decide not to waste my life away in front of the … tunnel, and I get picked on." She griped, crossing her arms in annoyance.
"Tube." McGee corrected, absently. He wasn't really focusing on the game. He wanted to get to sleep at a decent hour tonight and that couldn't very well happen until all of his work was finished. "He wasted his life in front of the tube."
"Wasted." Tony put a hand to his chest in mock hurt.
"I really thought I had that one. Tunnel vision, you're focused on only one thing,"
"I have not wasted my life."
"Television, you're only focused on, well, one thing."
"White Fang, Ghostbusters, Night of the Living Dead, Casablanca, come on, people. You can't say those weren't works of art."
"Tony, don't you have things to do? You proved your point. You know more about old flicks than we do. Now do you mind? It's almost midnight." McGee leveled a stare at him.
"You're right." Tony sighed and sat down dramatically. "And since oyu both have admitted defeat at the hands of, well, the much skilled moi, I think it only fair that my midnight snack comes from one of you."
"'What took you so long, big brother?'" McGee practically cut him off, and Tony was a bit unnerved by the look he was being given.
"…What?"
"'I had to wait three hundred years for a virgin to light a candle.'" Ziva looked just as confused as Tony as McGee finished. Gibbs, however, just raised his eyes in mild surprise. And maybe a hint of pride.
"Ah," Tony let out a light laugh, regaining his composure. "Hocus Pocus. The Sanderson sisters. Man, they were-,"
"Thackery Binx." McGee interrupted. "You remember him?"
"The kid who got turned into a cat. What about him?" Tony didn't like the look on the author's face. He didn't like it in general when someone knew something he didn't, but this seemed… different somehow.
"How long has it been since you saw that movie?"
"I don't know. I must have been about seventeen, I guess. Why?"
McGee grinned and began to laugh. "Before you climb upon your throne, oh movie king, I suggest you go back and re-watch a few. That one in particular."
Narrowing his eyes as McGee turned back to his work, smiling in very obviously victory, Tony pushed his chair over to his computer and typed the title into the search engine. The first option offered a summery of the movie, which he skimmed, learning nothing he didn't already remember. Scrolling down, though, the second option yielded a cast list, complete with photos of each actor. As his eyes were leaving Sarah Jessica Parker, he noticed something. Something horrible.
"What?"
Something so horrible, there was no way it could have been real.
"No."
It couldn't have been real because it was impossible.
"You're a hacker. This… this is… you demon. How could you?" Trying to laugh it off, (because it was just a prank, after all. And there was no way he was giving the probie the satisfaction of successfully pulling one over on him), Tony stood up and away from his computer. "You almost had me going. Hacker."
"Tony, I haven't hacked anything but the security feed from the marina in the past two days. You can get Abby to check, if you don't believe me."
"Or," Gibbs lifted his head to lock eyes with Tony above his computer, "you can just re-watch the movie. He couldn't have hacked that."
Chuckling nervously, Tony quickly grabbed his jacket and made his way out of the bullpen and to the elevator. "I'll finish my paperwork tomorrow."
As soon as the doors closed, Ziva got up and walked over to Tony's desk, wanting to know what had rattled him so much. The picture wasn't hard to find. "McGee, is this you?" She asked, impressed.
"Yeah. I did that a few years before I finally settled on becoming an agent. It was pretty fun, though most of it was voice-over work. You should check it out."
The two shared a smile. "I'll do that."
Gibbs just smiled and shook his head. His team never ceased to amaze him.
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I love the movie Hocus Pocus, and with Tony being a movie buff, this story just fell together. I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you thought! :3