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The NCIS team boarded the private jet that was lent to them by the minister. It was larger on the inside and much more luxurious than Gibbs though it would be. The seats were made of fine leather and each had a glass of wine next to them.
"Oh wow, this is pretty cool." Said DiNozzo, heading towards the window seat in the front of the plane. But he was out of luck; Ziva had gotten there before him. "How did you do that?!"
"I was quicker than you and didn't waste my time drooling over the flight attendant, Nymphadora was it?" said the Israeli. DiNozzo grunted and plopped down next to her grabbing her glass instead of his. "That is my glass Tony."
"No, it's mine." He said.
"Your glass is there, and you are holding my glass." She said swiping the glass out of his unknowing hand. He looked dumbstruck and noticed that she was right (as always).
"Whatever, it's just a glass of wine right?" he said picking up his glass.
As Gibbs sat down he noticed that Abby was glaring at him again.
"Abbs? What did I do?!" he asked. She didn't answer; just turned her head in a childish manor making her black pigtails swing.
"Erm... boss? She's mad because you didn't…uhm kiss her on the cheek after she solved the case." Said McGee nervously. Just when Gibbs was about to say something a voice came over the intercom.
"Hey Kingsley, is this thing on?" asked a females voice. There was a mumble in the background. "OH! Ehem, attention NCIS personnel, we welcome you to flight wizard! Please stay seated until the pilot turns off the seat-belt signal located above you… you know what? I don't really feeling like going through the stewardess things. I hope you all know how to use an oxygen mask! Oh and my name is Nymphadora Tonks! You can call me Tonks and you pilot is Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody but you can call him Mad-eye!" said the woman named Tonks. Then there was a click indicating the intercom was off.
"Abby is that why?" said Gibbs disbelievingly. He stood up, ignoring the seat belt sign and kissed Abby on the cheek. She smiled and looked at him.
"That's all I was asking for! And Gibbs? Is there Calf-Pow in England?" said Abby examining her wine in disgust.
"I don't think so, not every place has a gas station next to it that sells that stuff." Answered McGee. Abby glared at him which made him shrink downing into his seat. Abby's glares were like daggers going through your skin. You never wanted her to be mad at you or your life would be living hell.
"Jethro? Do you know what time we will be arriving in London?" asked the medical examiner, Ducky. Gibbs shrugged and took a sip of his wine. Cherry, ewe.
"I can ask the flight attendant when the seat belt light turns off." Just when Gibbs said that the light went off. There was a small click.
"You are free to move about the cabin." Said Tonks's girly voice. Gibbs got up and walked toward the pilots cabin. He knocked on the door.
"Who's there?" she called
"Special Agent Gibbs."
"Special Agent Gibbs who?" Gibbs frowned.
"Can I come in?" he asked impaitiently.
"Oh your no fun." She whinned. The door opened to reviel and short woman with bright pink hair and a cat tail, a tall dark man in long purple robes and a older stockier man with a glass eye that wouldn't stay put.
"Hello, I wanted to know when we'd be arriving in England." Said Gibbs still astonished to see what her was seeing.
"Early Tomorrow morning I suppose." Said the tall dark man. Gibbs thanked him and returned to his seat.
"Early tomorrow morning Duck." Said Gibbs looking out his window. After a while Gibbs drifted into a quiet easy sleep and slept the rest of the way to London.