A/N: NCIS does not belong to me...

It had been a rough week. They had managed to trace down a suspect but even Gibbs couldn't make him talk.

"Let me take a hit at him," Ziva David told him.

"A stab," Anthony DiNozzo corrected automatically.

She impatiently waved her hand. "What difference does it make if you know what I am trying to say?"

"Not everyone had my intelligence, Zee-vah."

Leroy Jethro Gibbs glared at the partners. "Enough, you two."

Ziva wouldn't be pushed aside. "I can make him talk, Gibbs. I know ways."

"That's scary," Tony said, knowing she was right.

"Enough, DiNozzo. And I need this suspect conscious, Ziva, not taken to the hospital."

Ziva grumbled but wisely kept her comments to herself.

Three hours later the team warily made the way to their desks. Gibbs finally relented and, using her super-ninja Mossad skills, Ziva was able to crack the man within twenty minutes.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Tony asked his coworkers as they gathered their belongings.

Timothy McGee smiled at him. "Abby and I are going to the Com-Con tomorrow."

Tony snorted. "What are you going to dress like, McGeek? The Green Lantern?"

McGee flushed. "Not what I had in mind."

Ziva looked at them. "What is a Com-Con?"

McGee answered her. "A convention for comic book fans."

"I.E. McGeekernators like McProbie," Tony interjected.

"And you dress up?" she asked.

Tim nodded. "The idea is to dress like your favorite character."

"As in Halloween, yes?"

"Something like that."

Tony was bored with the conversation. "What about you, David?"

She pushed her thick dark hair away from her face. "I plan on finishing my book."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Boring. How about you drop that idea and come to the movies instead."

"You and movies," she told him with a smirk.

"Come on. The Dark Knight is out and I don't know when I'm going to have another chance to see it."

She crossed her arms. "And why should I be dragged with you?"

"Duh, Ziva. I can't go to the movies by myself."

"I'll think about it"

Monday morning came too fast. McGee came in right behind Ziva. "How was your movie?" he asked as they turned on their computers.

"It was good." She looked closer at him. "Is your hair green, McGee?"

He flushed. "It said it was washable. Is it really that noticeable?"

"Not at all," she assured him.

Tony came waltzing in. "Whoa! Probie, what happened to your hair?"

"Abby made me do it. How was Batman?"

"Excellent. Even though I had to explain half of the movie to Ziva afterwards."

"I am sorry, Tony, but I did not understand that Harvey Dent at all."

"I haven't seen it," McGee reminded them.

Tony promptly ignored him. "He was supposed to be the hero so Batman took one for the team."

"I haven't seen it."

Ziva continued. "But he turned completely around after his accident."

"Well, when Rachel--"

McGee yelled, "I haven't seen it. Shut up!"

The two just looked at him.

Gibbs walked up. "I don't think Ducky quite heard you, McGee."

"Sorry, Boss."

"I am Batman," Tony stated.

"Bite me, DiNozzo."

"McGee," Gibbs stated, "Did you forget when St Patrick's Day was?"