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Yeah, so this is just a random story I thought up.
Tell me if you want me to continue, 'cause I have a fair idea of where it is going already.
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"I specifically told you I wanted it e-mailed, DiNozzo!" Ziva said, throwing her hands up in frustration as they followed Gibbs up a small path to the hotel they were to be staying at. They had received a call that morning that there was a crime scene to be attended to. Unfortunately, the crime scene was way out in butt-nowhere and they were going to have to stay in a crummy little hotel for the duration of the case. "First you print it out and give it to me," Ziva continued angrily, "and then you delete the file off your computer. Now I have to type out the whole thing again."
Tony glared at Ziva. "Will get over it already? It was an honest mistake."
"An honest mistake?" Ziva scoffed. "Come on. We both know you did it on purpose. You have been on my ass all week-"
"And we all know exactly why that is, don't we, Officer David?" Tony snarled.
Ziva widened her eyes in recognition. "That is what this is all over?" she let out a bitter laugh. "Oh Tony, that is childish even for you. Get. Over. It."
Tony looked shocked. "You broke my stapler! My mighty mouse stapler," he said as if it would make a difference. "Who knows when I will be able to get another one like it?"
"You were annoying me," Ziva said, stopping and crossing her arms over her chest. "I threw the first thing my hands came into contact with."
"And you broke it! Not to mention the massive dent you put in the filing cabinet," Tony stopped and turned to glare at her.
By this time they had reached the hotel door and Gibbs turned around to face both of them, giving each a slap. "Shut. Up. We are going to get our rooms and then go straight to he crime scene, so don't get too comfy," he said, taking a sip of his coffee and opening the door, stepping into the foyer.
Tony poked his tongue out at Ziva and Ziva responded by elbowing Tony in the stomach, before following Gibbs.
"Why do you always resort to physical violence?" he hissed, clutching his stomach.
Ziva stamped her foot down and whirled around so that she was face-to-face with Tony.
"Why do you always have to be such an ass?"
"It's part of my charm," he said, apparently having recovered from his injury.
Ziva scoffed and launched into a long and biting analysis of why he in fact was not charming, with Tony interjecting every few seconds with a snappy remark.
Gibbs rolled his eyes and turned away from his colleagues who were fighting loudly in the corner of the foyer. It was bad enough that Ducky wasn't needed, as the town M.E. insisted on handling the body and McGee was back at NCIS working the geek-stuff, but he was going to be stuck for god knows how long with Tony and Ziva's childish bickering.
"We need three rooms," he said to the woman at the front desk.
The woman looked at her book and shrugged. She placed two room keys on the desk in front of her. "Sorry, we only got two."
Gibbs looked over to Tony and Ziva again, who had apparently found something new to fight about and then turned back to the woman.
"They're just like children, aren't they?" she said, studying the two adults in wonder.
"Oh you have no idea," Gibbs muttered. He took a sip of his coffee and grabbed the room key closest to him, walking away in the direction of the elevator.
Tony turned to see Gibbs walking towards the elevator briskly. He turned back to Ziva and put a hand over her mouth to shut her up mid-rant. She responded by licking his hand.
"That is disgusting!" he said, pulling his hand away and wiping it on his jeans.
"Are you saying you do not like me licking you?" Ziva shot back.
Tony narrowed his eyes. "I'm assuming you wouldn't lick me anywhere I actually wanted you to, Ziva."
"You assume right."
Tony rolled his eyes and walked over to the front desk, Ziva in tow.
"We need two rooms."
The woman at the front desk sighed impatiently and held up the last room key. "Only one left."
Tony and Ziva both looked at the key and then back to each other.
This was going to be a long few days.
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