Small NCIS bullpen chat with page names from FB (underlined) tossed in throughout, sorta like the iPod challenge, only, not, I just happened to get bored

"I HATE BEING BORED" Tony groaned, leaning back in his chair.

He glanced over at the person his words were primarily directed to. His face fell when he noticed that said person was not paying attention to him. Instead, she was quickly writing in a book.

Smirking, he searched through the drawers of his desk and almost laughed when he came out triumphent. He balled the piece of paper up and threw it at the assasin. Instantly, she turned to glare at him, pulling the headphones he had failed to notice earlier our of her ears.

"What?" she exclaimed.

"I just wasted my breath telling you I was bored and you rudely ignored me" Tony told her, pretending to be hurt.

"Dinozzo, I am wearing headphones. Do not talk to me" she warned him.

He threw another paper ball at her in response.

"Remember, I forgive but I never forget" she hissed.

Suddenly, a random person walked through the middle of the bullpen.

"Hi" the man said.

"Hi" Tony replied.

They watched him walk to the elevator.

"Who was that?" Ziva asked her partner.

"I have no idea" Tony replied.

"Whatever" she said, turning back to the book on her desk. Tony was about to say something else when the elevator dinged and Abby and McGee stepped out before the random man stepped in.

"I did not hit you! I just simply high-fived your face" Abby was saying to McGee. The agent was rubbing the side of his face and his eyes were narrowed.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you said that in the case of humans vs. zombies in a fight to the death, the zombies would win" she explained.

Aww, poor, poor McLoser, dont you know that humans have the advantage?" Tony interupted.

"How, Tony?" McGee questioned.

"Because we know" he mysteriously replied.

"Know what?" McGee continued to be sucked in.

"The word."

"The word?"

"Do not do it, Tony" Ziva butt in, but too late.

"Everybody knows that the bird is the word" Tony suddenly sang.

Ziva stood up and walked over to him. Instantly, Tony was out of his seat and raced around the bullpen, Ziva quick on his trail.

As he ran past her desk, he grabbed the book and stopped with his desk between him and her.

"Is this a diary, Officer David?" he inquired.

"That, is none of you business" she replied. "Give it back" she ordered.

"Why? I'm sure it could be a best seller. I can see it already The Tales of a Misunderstood Assasin" he exclaimed.

"No body would want to read my diary, Dinozzo."

"Why not, people still read Anne Franks diary" he argued.

"You know, Tony, Anne Frank would be so pissed if she knew everyone read her diary" Abby commented.

"Exactly, now give it back" Ziva hissed.

The elevator dinged again, distracting Ziva just long enough for Tony to make a break for it. Unfourtunetly for him, he forgot that he had placed his bag where he had, and tripped on it.

"Did you have a nive trip, Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked as him senior field agent landed at his feet.

"I didn't trip, I was testing gravity, it still works boss" Tony mumbled, rubbing his head.

"Grab your gear, we got a case" Gibbs told the rest of the team.

"I'll just sleep five more minutes" Tony mumbled, about to pass out.

McGee and Ziva looked at Gibbs, wondering what to do about Tony.

"Abby, go get Ducky. C'mon you two" he said.

30 minutes later...

"Oh, CRAP!" Tony exlaimed as he sat up on one of the autopsy tables. "Gibbs is gunna kill me" he whined.

Did you like it? please tell me, please, I know, Abby might be slightly ooc, but she had to be in order to make it work, lets just say hs ehasnt had any Caf-Pow lately, k, and remamber, REVIEW:)