A/N: CAREFUL CAREFUL, Spoiler for season 9 episode 12 Housekeeping!

Set after Ziva gets the phone call from Ray. McGee comes back to the bullpen and…

"I find it strange…" McGee mused aloud. The bullpen was empty but for Tony, who sat in his chair doing paperwork.

"Hmm…" Tony mumbled.

"I find it very, very…" McGee inhaled and relaxed into his own seat, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a meditative eyebrow. "… very strange, indeed."

"Right…"

"Do you want to know what it is that I find so strange?" He asked, raising his head ever so subtly so as to peek at Tony's desk.

"Sure, sure…"

McGee got up slowly and tiptoed to behind him. "I find it strange, abnormal, unnatural… that you are violating, as mercilessly as it gets, you hero's name." He sniffed in mocking horror. "Oh, dear God… your hero's name."

Tony's head snapped up and he quickly gathered all his scribbled and otherwise blank pages. "I don't know what you are talking about." He straightened his back and faced McGee, his eyes fierce and defying. "This is me. Doing. Paperwork."

McGee let out an amused chuckle. "What did Mr. Sean do to you this time?"

"Nothing." He hammered as he stared moodily at the paper pile he had just built.

"C'mon… he must have done something, or else you wouldn't have been scratching his name for the past two hours and scoffing like a loveless teenager between the colorful ages of fourteen to seventeen."

"At least he wasn't drawing hearts, McGee. Not all is lost." Sighing and shaking his head, Gibbs came from, well, nowhere, and ruffled Tony's hair.

Tony, who had been squinting in anticipation, replaced the upset glare with a disbelief one. "What?"

"Writing his name is no drawing hearts, granted, but it's close enough for me to know not to hit a girl."

McGee laughed. "Oh, nice, virtual high five, boss." He lifted the hand, but Gibbs' look discouraged him. "Right, good one, boss, and back to work."

Gibbs turned on the computer. "No, McGee, back home. Go home, come back tomorrow. Case closed."

"Awesome, boss, thanks. I'll go down to Abby's to see if she's done too."

Gibbs laughed quietly. "Didn't ask…"

"Right, goodnight!" They heard him from the elevator, his voice fading as the doors closed on them.

"'You not going, Dinozzo?" The older man asked without lifting his eyes from the screen, typing loud enough to be humorous.

"Gently, boss. Caress the keyboard, don't hurt it." Tony rolled his eyes. "And no… I mean, yes, but not yet, so no."

"'Going to keep on profaning the poor man's name? You could do something productive, like, I don't know…"

"Paperwork?" Tony smirked.

"Actual paperwork, yes." Gibbs nodded.

Tony muttered something barely audible, and then silence settled in. Tony put the red pen away in his drawer, and stared at his hands, and Gibbs said nothing. They remained comfortably in that situation, until Gibbs spoke up.

"I could really use Ziva right now. She can kick this damned machine straight, and if I do it, this evil thing might get killed and kill my next paycheck as well."

"Yeah, well… I could help you…" Tony offered, reluctant, content with his current situation.

"Right, and what do you know of computers that I don't?"

"I know more of telephones to call McGee and get his ass back here."

"Dinozzo, that's just selfish. Let him and Abby have their fun. But yes, use your telephones-related knowledge to turn Ziva's off and get her back here." Gibbs ordered.

Tony opened and closed his mouth several times, each time trying to find the right fight-back sentence. "N- n- no. No."

Gibbs furrowed his eyebrows. "No? Yes, now move along, I ain't got all night."

"No… I know better than to interrupt." He felt himself pout, almost childishly, but did not back down and kept eyeing Gibbs.

Gibbs sighed and removed his glasses from his nose. "I'm only going to say this once…"

"Yeah…" He challenged.

"And I hope I do not come to regret it."

Tony swallowed.

"It won't last long. It might last, but only if she gets no better offer. If she does, though…it… won't…last long. Now, go get me someone who can understand a bigger sentence than that to fix this damned machine. And by that I mean…"

Tony stood up. "Ziva."

Ziva stood there, facing them, her phone still in her hand. Tony eyed her expectantly. "We broke up. I broke things off." A tear slid down her face.

A/N: I have no idea why I came up with this story. I guess Tiva inspires me like this. Multi-chaptered story, people, lets's see if this is the story I'm able to finish ;) Reviews are more than welcome, and suggestions are like music to my ears!
Question: why was Tony angry at Sean Connery? X)
Kisses, everyone, have fun!
Rita