Paper Balls
It had been a normal day in the office. It was almost empty; it was early morning about 7am and a Sunday, so that was probably why most people were probably at church right now. But not Team Gibbs, they were hard at work…well except for Tony who was currently balling up pieces of paper and placing them on his desk. He watched carefully as Ziva was typing, McGee was studying files, and Gibbs stood up to get some more coffee.
Tony looked at each other partner of his and smiled. They were so intent in their work, yet so vulnerable. The radio was softly playing New Radicals "Get What You Give".
"Hey Ziva," Tony said, throwing one of his paper balls. "Catch!"
With that she did and looked over at Tony.
"You'll have to try a little harder next time Tony," she said chucking it back at him. "Just a little bit!"
Wake up kids we got the dreamer's disease.
Age 14, we got you down on your knees
So polite, you're busy still saying please.
Tony ducked in time for it not to hit him, but then threw another one back. Ziva ducked this time. McGee still seemed unaware of what was going on, but he soon stood up and left to get something.
"Tony," Ziva whispered. "We should get McGee when he comes back."
"Yeah," Tony exclaimed through a whisper and throwing her some papers. "We should, here load up!"
They began to get busy at work with making their ammo, then once they had used all the paper they patiently waited, tucked under their desks.
Frienimies, who when you're down ain't your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes Benz
First we run and then we laugh till we cry…
They slowly, but surely heard footsteps coming their way and then once they stopped in front of a desk Tony and Ziva both popped up, eyes closed and shouted FIRE!. Paper balls went flying over to the figure. They hooted and hollered, but soon were scared because not only was McGee smiling at his desk, but the figure they had hit was Gibbs.
"Oh Shit!" they both exclaimed at the same time.
"Tony, Ziva," Gibbs said quietly his head looking down.
"Yeah boss." Tony replied scared.
"You better watch out!" he exclaimed and chucked the paper balls right back at them.
Ziva ducked, but Tony was not fast enough, the paper balls hit him all over and he fell over on his butt, just to amuse Gibbs. McGee was now standing over him and grabbed one. He stuffed it in Tony's mouth and then walked confidentially towards Gibbs. Tony pulled the paper ball out of his mouth.
"Alright Probie that's it," he exclaimed standing up and holding at least six paper balls. "THIS MEANS WAR!"
But when the night is falling
You cannot find the light, light
If your dreams are dying, hold tight…
Gibbs and McGee ran to their desks and started to tear paper and ball it up. Tony and Ziva were busy already throwing the paper balls they had premade. Gibbs then shot back at Tony with three and Tony ran to take cover behind his desk. Paper balls were now being thrown and avoided like no tomorrow!
You got the music in you
Don't let go
You got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You got a reason to live
Can't forget
We only get what we give…
Tony thought back to the days when Kate was alive. He and her had paper ball fights like this, but not with the whole team, oh how right now he longed for her to have experienced this moment, but she was gone and well, this was fun with Ziva as well.
I'm coming home baby,
You're on tops
Give it to me now
Gibbs had thought about Kate as well, but not the way Tony had. He missed her, but Ziva was a great addition to his team and well she was a great paper ball thrower as well, he thought that just as she winged one at his head, but he ducked.
Four am we ran a miracle mile
We're flat broke but hey we do it in style
The bad rich
God's flying in for your trial
People had started to arrive and stare just a little, but then move on, but Ziva didn't care she had caught one of them staring and whispering to their colleagues, but go ahead! Let them whisper! At Team Gibbs knew how to have fun in the office!
But when the night is falling
You cannot find a friend, friend
You feel your tree is breaking
Just then…
McGee had seen people staring as well, but did he care, nope let them say what they will he was having fun with his family and carefully avoiding the paper balls Tony was now currently throwing at him.
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget
We only get what we give…
Now Tony was hiding behind his desk, he just waiting for the moment the director would walk by and see them doing this, but who cared, their excuse would be they were being a family and that was that!
This whole damn world can fall apart
You'll be ok, follow your heart
You're in harm's way I'm right behind
Now say you're mine…
Ziva had never had this much fun in her life. In Mossad it was constant sorrow and fighting. Here she could be herself and that was what she loved and needed and what she was doing right now.
You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You got a reason to live
Don't give up
We only get what we give
Don't let go
I feel the music in you…
Gibbs was for the first time in his life in the office smiling. Normally the office was his favorite place to be, but right now at this moment it was the only place he wanted to be.
Fly high, high
What's real can't die
You only get what you give
You gonna get what you give
Ziva, Tony, McGee, and Gibbs were now laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. Tony was seated firmly on the ground, one hand supporting him and the other over his mouth suppressing a laugh. Ziva was wildly laughing both hands on her stomach, McGee was trying not to, but failing, and for the first time in history everyone was witnessing Gibbs laughing, and I mean really laughing!
Just don't be afraid to leave
Health Insurance rip off lying
FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they're multiplying
Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
Courtney love and Marilyn Manson
You're all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We'll kick your ass in
This was exactly what Team Gibbs needed, to live a little, to forget about their surroundings and troubles for a while…
Don't let go
One dance left
Don't give up
Can't forget
Don't
Who knew paper balls could do just that?
Just a little Team Gibbs family aspect Fluff! ;)