It was a relatively average day at the office for Gibbs and his team. It had been days since they solved their last case and now he had everyone busy updating paper work. Tony spun absent mindedly in his chair, a pen secured between his upper lip and nose, in a duck faced fashion. Bishop sat across from him as she and Abby were supposed to be sorting recorded DNA samples that had been dropped earlier in the week. However, in reality they were shopping online. Gibbs stayed in his office doing, well whatever it is Gibbs does on slow days. That only left McGee, who was going to be late, due to the fact that Delilah was moving the rest of her stuff from his apartment after she broke off their engagement. As the team continued their work, Gibbs ventured out into bullpen, just as the elevator opened.
From the elevator a woman emerged, her green eyes darting around the room, obviously looking for someone. She was slender, probably in her mid-thirties, dressed impeccably well, and held a small Louis Viton clutch by her side. Her long dark hair was curled slightly at the ends and bounced as she walked towards the group.
"Can we help you?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes," she responded "I'm looking for Anthony DiNozzo. Can you direct me to him, please?"
Having taken an immediate interest in the bombshell that had walk into the office, Tony jumped right up, "I'm Anthony DiNozzo!"
"No you're not," the beauty laughed, "You're too young and handsome to even pass as my father. Now, please, can you show me to his office?"
"As flattering as that is miss, I'm the only Anthony DiNozzo here," Tony remarked.
"Sweetie, you're cute, and I know I'm good looking and single, but pretending to be my father isn't going to score you a date," she chided.
"No, ma'am" Tony replied through his teeth, "I am the only man who works here by that name." He stood gripping the edge of his desk.
"Alright, buddy, this has gone on long enough. I'm tired of playing this charade. Haha, you win, now please point me in the direction of my father and no one gets hurt, got it," she slammed her hands to the desk, her nose almost touching Tony's.
"Oh good," an all too familiar voice broke the concentration of both strangers, "my two favorite children in the same room! Sorry I'm a bit late to the family party." DiNozzo Sr. smiled.
"What?! Dad what are you saying?" both replied in almost the same tone of voice, "Dad? He's not your dad! He's my dad! WHAT?!"
"Surprise…?!" their father shrugged, setting of a tangent of yelling and expressive arm gestures. All eyes turned to the squabble in the middle of the room, especially as the commotion grew.
"DiNozzos, my office, now!" Gibbs commanded, whirling his finger above his head for them to follow. He had had enough of this distraction, and boy did Tony Sr. have a lot of explaining to do.