It was mid-to-late-morning and Tony and Ziva were in an abandoned warehouse downtown. They were searching for a meth lab when they walked into a closet sized room when the door swung quickly behind them.
"Ziva...I can't get the door open!"Tony yelled.
"Well try harder!" Ziva yelled over the distant construction.
"I'm trying. What am I suppose to do? Ram your head into the door." Tony said sarcastically.
"You do and you're a dead man." Ziva responded trying to find a way out.
"How are we gonna get out of here?" Tony asked.
"Maybe we should try to call Gibbs?" Ziva reluctantly said.
"Oh yeah and tell him what, we are so stupid that we got locked in a closet. That I'll go down well." Tony said.
"Well he'll get us out of here."
"Then he'll kill us for being so stupid."
"Well it's suppose to drop tonight."
"Maybe we should wait it out see if they'll let us out."
"Tony, I'm gonna at least try to call Gibbs." Ziva said grabbing her phone.
"Fine but when he gets angry I'm blaming you."
"Dammit, I have no signal." Ziva said kicking the wall violently.
"Well there goes your plan."
"Tony what are we suppose to do if we can't reach anyone?"
"Um I guess we can try and call for help."
"Oh and what happens if the people who locked us in here come back and shoot us? Huh Tony? What then?"
"How should I know."
"Well Gibbs and them know we are here."
"Lets hope."
30 minutes later
"I'm bore." Tony said for the fifth time in 30 minutes.
"Yeah, Tony I got that the second time you said that." Ziva said agitated.
"Wanna play a game?"
"Only if it gets you to stop saying your bored."
"Deal. Lets play Truth or Truth."
"What is Truth or Truth?"
"Truth or Truth is when you are forced to learn something about the person you are playing with."
"Why would someone want to play that game?"
"To learn about each other. Okay. I'll start. What's your favorite holiday?"
"Hanukkah. My turn now. What's your favorite color?"
"Red as in Magnum."
