"Tony!...Tony!...TONY!" I yelled as I banged on tony's door. Note to self, buy tony a door bell. The kind that plays ring of fire over and over again. Or maybe barbie girl, then again bringing sexy back would say it all. I became so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice tony open the door, or him leaning against the door staring at me.
"Date night?" tony questioned gesturing to my outfit. Looking down i realised what i was wearing was nothing like what i wear to work it looked like i was on a ... booty call. Tony was in loss boardies and a navy button up top. On a normal guy it would look like someone took a wrong turn when heading to a collage party, on tony it screamed sexy.
Soon i realised I was staring and blushed like a school girl. Trying to save what was left of my dignity I replied "Tony its Friday, what else would I have planned for Friday, watching titanic and crying like a baby?" That was actually how I planned to spend my Friday night but I hoped that I had packed enough sarcasm into that one sentence to fool the great, sexy, gorgeous, kind, caring tony.
Smiling he imitated one of those corny actors voices again as he said, "don't use that tone with me."
"What tone," I shrieked.
"That sarcastic contemptuous tone. That means you know everything because you're a woman, and I know nothing because I'm a man."
"Isn't it supposed to be, that sarcastic contemptuous tone. That means you know everything because you're a man, and I know nothing because I'm a woman?"
"Ahhh she has seen the birdcage, you may come in"
Smiling in victory I walked past him. That's when it hit me. He smelt so good. Like satin sheets and expensive red wine. I quickly hurried toward the voices coming from the kitchen.
"McGee what do you mean you couldn't reach Ziva on her cell phone. You didn't even try did you? You got tony to ring her for you."
"Abby I tried and then I found tony on the phone to her. That's why I couldn't get through. She's coming here relax."
"RELAX MCGEE THERE WAS AN ATTACK ON NCIS, THEY HAVE GIBBS AND THE DIRECTOR HOSTAGE AND WORSE YET THEY ARE DEMANDING ZIVA. THESE ARE BAD GUYS MCGEE; I JUST GET THE BAD FEELING SHE'S IN DANGER. WHAT IF SHE IS MCGEE, I COULDN'T HANDLE LOSING HER AND GIBBS AND THE DIRECTOR AND... YOU SAW THE SECURITY TAPE."
Abby's hysterics were cut shirt as I walked in the kitchen. "I want to see that tape too if you don't mind."
"Ziva!" Abby squealed before hugging me.
"Ziva the whole of NCIS is on lockdown, they have Gibbs and the director an all we have is the security footage and you." McGee said as he came up behind Abby and took her into his arms where she started to cry tears of relief.
"You manage to get an ID?" I questioned.
"No they were wearing clown masks."
"Then we need to..."
"You need to set up, I did tell you to bring your pjs didn't I?" tony asked cutting me off.
"No you didn't" I practically growled.
"Oh well you can borrow a pair of my boxers and a top." He replied smiling.
