Disclaimer: The only characters I own are the ones you don't recognize. Everything else belongs to Don Bellisario.
Chapter 1:
"McGeek!" Tony stepped out of the elevator and made his way across the room with a guilty look on his face. McGee glanced up from his computer and shook his head before looking back at the screen; whatever Tony wanted couldn't possibly be good. But McGee couldn't ignore him for much longer because before he knew it, Tony was leaning over the top of the computer.
"What do you want, Tony?" McGee didn't have the patience to deal with Tony that day. He was probably just trying to piss him off anyway.
"Listen, I was wondering – "
"Tony, I'm busy. What do you want?"
"You…wouldn't happen to have…those pictures…of Ziva, would you?..."
McGee looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You can't be serious." McGee flashed back to Ziva catching him with the pictures on his computer and gave an involuntary shudder at her death threats if he didn't delete them.
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm serious. Do you have them or not?" He didn't have time to deal with Probie when Ziva could come back at any moment…or Gibbs, for that matter. "Come on, Probie. Help a guy out."
"Why do you want them so bad, Tony? I thought you didn't want them."
"Of course I don't want them when she's standing right there. But she's not there right now…So give 'em to me!" Tony was getting desperate. He didn't want McGee to have this tidbit of probable black mail, but damn he wanted those pictures. Ziva in a bikini…Looking hott…And…
"What's in it for me, DiNosy? After all, I can't give you this valuable collector's item without some sort of compensation." McGee smirked as he said this. Making Tony sweat was the most fun he had all morning. After all, it was that or war games on the internet and for some reason Iraq wasn't giving him any troubles that morning.
"McGeek, come on. With all my luck…no. I know that as soon as I say it, one of them is going to walk around the corner." Tony sighed and watched McGee for a moment before, "Whatdoyouwant,Timothy?" came out of his mouth quickly and quietly.
"What do I want? Wow, Tony…You must be desperate…" McGee pretended to think another moment, and then glanced around for any sign of Gibbs or Ziva. After a moment, he responded, "Servant. For a week."
"You can't be serious!" Tony almost yelled this and a few heads looked over towards him. Tony waved them off saying, "Nothing to see over here. Everyone just…go back to your knitting."
"Wow, Tony. A Harry Potter reference. You're expanding your horizons."
"Can it, McGeek…I'm thinking…" Servant for a week to Timothy McGee...As long as he didn't have to call him "boss" it couldn't be too bad…could it?
"Well, Tony? I'm pretty sure they'll be back any-"
"No! As soon as you say that one of them will pop up behind me. I want to see how long I can go without getting slapped today."
"Then make up your mind!" McGee could see the wheels turning in Tony's head. To agree or disagree? After another minute of wandering, Tony seemed to crack.
"Alright, alright! I'll do it. Give them to me." Tony couldn't believe what he had just said. But…well…it was going to be worth it. He watched as McGee minimized the Internet ("Cool it, Tony…I'm getting there…") and pulled up a picture file. Tony tried not to drool as the first of four or five pictures popped up and, one by one, McGee sent them to the printer under his desk. DiNozzo was almost bouncing with anticipation as the final picture came out of the printer. But just as Tony moved to grab them, McGee got there first.
"Come on, McGee…"
"Tony, calm down…One last catch."
"You have to be kidding."
"Nope. Ziva catches you and I had nothing to do with this. You got onto my computer while I was in the bathroom and printed them yourself. I like my eyes and hands where they are."
Tony nodded and grabbed at the papers. "Fine, fine. Now hand them over." He grabbed at them once more before snatching them away from Tim. "Thanks, Probie!" He almost bounced back to his desk as he rifled through the pictures. But at the last second…
"You are in a good mood this morning, Tony. Good night?"
DiNozzo jumped and shoved the pictures facedown into his desk as he heard Ziva's voice. She hadn't seen the pictures…had she? "Yeah. Uh, yeah. You should've been there Ziva." He paused and then shook his head. "Maybe it's better you weren't. I don't think she's into that."
"Really? And what would that be, Tony?" Ziva raised her eyebrow and leaned against Tony's desk. He seemed concerned about something. What had she caught him at? "I thought you liked exciting women, not timid ones."
"Are you offering something there, Ziva?" Tony raised his own eyebrow and eyed her intently.
"Stop sexually harassing my agents, DiNozzo." Tony's head bobbed forward as Gibbs slapped the back of his head and rounded into view.
"Right, boss."
Ziva smirked and walked over to her own desk and sat at her chair. Before she could get too comfortable, however, Gibbs was grabbing his keys from the desk drawer. "Let's go." DiNozzo, Ziva, and McGee grabbed their own bags and followed Gibbs to the elevator. As the doors closed, McGee spoke up.
"What's going on, boss?"
Gibbs watched the floors change and answered, "Petty Officer First Class found dead in her apartment." Gibbs was concerned about this case. Something just didn't seem…right. There was more to it, he knew, he just didn't know what.
The elevator doors opened and the team stepped out to go find the van. It was going to be a long day.