Disclaimer: I only own the crazy plotline, that really doesn't exist.

Author's Note: Warning. This story contains high levels of stupidity and has gotten a ribbon for being filled with ridiculous content.

Chapter 1: Who broke the elevator?

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Ziva, Tony, and McGee all went over to the elevator. They were supposed to meet Gibbs down at the garage. And he was expecting them.. now. When they got in the elevator, it had only dropped about three feet before it stopped, and went powerless.

"Well.." Ziva said, glancing around and then at Tony and McGee. "That's just peachy.."

"The term is lemony, Zee-vah," Tony told her.

Ziva stared at him. "You are serious?" she asked.

McGee rolled his eyes. "You had it right, Ziva," he told her.

Ziva rolled her eyes, and smacked Tony on the back of the head, much like Gibbs would.

It had only been a few minutes as they all stood in the elevator, waiting for it to move. When it didn't, Tony was the first to start complaining.

"What's your problem?" Ziva asked Tony.

"Think about it, Zee-vah," Tony hissed. "We're stuck in the room of Gibbs.. the holy sanctuary of headslaps.."

Ziva blinked. "Oh no.."

"What?" McGee asked Ziva.

"Now he's got the idea stuck in my head too," Ziva muttered.

McGee laughed, he just couldn't help it. "It's kind of ridiculous you guys, considering Gibbs isn't even in the elevator with us," he told them.

Ziva and Tony both slapped him in the back of the head.

"Never say the worst hasn't happened yet, Probie," Tony told McGee.

"It's like in those movies of yours, yes Tony?" Ziva questioned.

Tony nodded, folding his arms. "Whenever you mention that the worst thing hasn't happened.. it always happens," he told them both. "Keep that in mind Probie, guaranteed we won't be Gibbs free for very long now.."

McGee rolled his eyes and sat down, putting his earphones in his ears and listening to his I-pod.

"Ziva, come on, we can watch movies on mine," Tony told her.

Ziva stared at him, then shrugged and sat down beside him. "What movie?"

"Bondagerella and the Seven Slaves," he told her.

Ziva didn't blink, didn't move, and didn't say a word as she looked at him. "Are you serious? There is no way that is a real movie," she told him. "Is that porn?" she asked when she saw it come on screen.

McGee looked up and walked over, sitting on the other side of Tony and looking down at the screen. "Oh.. whoa.." he said, pulling his earphones out. "That's so wrong.." he said.

All the tilted their heads to the side, as the two people on screen shifted into a very awkward position.

"There is no possible way to have sex and position yourself like that.." Ziva stated. "You would have to break your neck for it to work.."

Tony had to admit. He hadn't watched it. And he'd actually downloaded it by accident. "Is that.. a donkey?" he asked.

Ziva blinked. "What in the world could they do with a.." she started, but cut herself off. Her eyes widened, and she slapped Tony on the back of the head. "You are a very, very sick person," she told him, standing up and sitting on the other side of the elevator, taking McGee's i-pod with her and putting the earphones in. She wasn't sure what was worse. Donkey sex, or McGee's music.

"Holy crap," Tony said. "Zee-vah, you gotta see this," he told her, pausing it.

Ziva glanced up, rolled her eyes, and walked over to him, sitting down again and looking. When Tony hit play, she was still staring five minutes after it had ended. "How could she have seven of those little people on her, all at the same time?" she asked. "There are only three places that your.. toy.. could possibly fit."

Tony and McGee stared at her.

"Don't even think about me as that woman, or I swear, I'll shove this toy," she said, holding up the i-pod. "Up your toys."

Tony and McGee both stood up, and sat down on the other side of the elevator, as far from Ziva as they could.

Ziva sat with a satisfactory smile, playing McGee's music once more.

When the elevator started, they all fell over onto each other. Tony fell onto Ziva, who had fallen on McGee.

"Well.." Tony said. "Two out of seven ain't bad.."

"My god.. Tony, shut up or I will kill you in the next minute if you do not get off of me.." Ziva told him.

After a moment, Tony was still laying on her. Silent as a mouse.

"Get off you idiot!!" Ziva yelled.

"You told me that would only happen if I didn't shut up!" Tony complained.

Gibbs stepped into the elevator and looked down at all of his agents as Abby stepped in beside him. "What is wrong with all of you? Get up and act like agents before I headslap all three of you."

That got them up. Two seconds and suddenly all three were standing again.

"Jethro, a word."

Gibbs glanced up before the doors closed and put his hand between them, opening the doors and stepping out. "You guys better meet me in the garage this time, got it?" he asked them.

Each of the four now in the elevator nodded.

The doors closed. And just a moment later, the elevator turned off again.

"Okay.. that's it," Tony said. "I think we need to hold a meeting now.."

Ziva, McGee and Abby all stared at him.

"You want to hold a meeting, in the place where Gibbs holds his meetings?" Ziva asked.

"That's blasphemy!" Abby stated.

McGee grinned.

Tony rolled his eyes. "I think the question here, ladies and probie," he said. "Is who broke the elevator?"

All at once, each of their eyes turned toward that little emergency stop button.

"Gibbs..." they all muttered simultaneously.

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Oh yes. This idiocy will continue.. and possibly, get more idiotic. If possible. Which it is.. trust me.

-Rei