He always called him probie because he didn't trust his voice to say McGee or Tim. He only said those to names in his wildest, or sexiest dreams. He slouched back on his office chair, Ziva walking in to the room smiling and saying hello.
"hello Ziva" I say with a sigh.
"we got a case, petty officer found dead on a boat." Gibbs said walking into are little 'office' Tim right on his heals.
"got it boss," I say, as me and Ziva getting up grabbing are gear and heading toward the elevator.
*15 min later. (and 5 falls and 7 trips,)
"what is wrong with you Tony?" Ziva said which just made me even more annoyed.
"nothing is wrong with me, why do you say that." I ask with a slight fake laugh hoping that it would cover up my lie. When you fall in love with a man, that is kind of wrong, when you fall in love with a man that works with you is even worse.
"Don't lie to me, Tony just tell me what is going on." she says putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Ziva it IS nothing. Leave it be." I said getting annoyed.
"fine Tony but font come crying to me when you need me help." she said walking away her hair waving in the wind.
"ii wont." I mumble under my breathe as I finish snapping the pictures for the case but not really interested in the case at all.
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