Chapter 2

Chapter 2

This is pure Fluff, Fluff I say… HAHA… its dumb but I was in between chapters for the Mistletoe story and thought OHH.. ahha.. Lets play!! I'm done with the pickles.. NO MORE CHAPTERS!! Tony can't handle it and I don't think my warped brain can either.

"Ziva, you left and took the pickles." Abby pounced as the elevator doors opened.

Tony rubbed his face yet again. "STOP with the PICKLES." He stormed over to his desk and plopped down in the chair. He threw his head down on his desk and didn't move.

"What's his problem?" Abby asked as she and Ziva stared at him.

"I don't think he likes pickles and he needs to talk to a Dr. Seuss yes?" Ziva questioned.

"You don't seem like a Dr. Seuss guy Tony." McGee joined in the conversation.

"Dead Marine in the Latrine." Gibbs said as he rounded the corner and sat a fresh cup of hot coffee next to Tony's head.

"Boss, NOOO not you too," He caught the scent of fresh hot Starbucks coffee and changed his outlook on the day. "Thank you boss."

"Ziva, are the pipes in your apartment fixed yet?" Gibbs asked Ziva as she grabbed her bag.

"They say by tomorrow I am hoping. Although I do enjoy staying at Abby's with her." She quickly changed her attitude when she glanced at Abby's fallen face.

"It has been fun hasn't it Ziva? We should really do that more often." Abby smiled and walked toward the elevator.

"So why were you at Tony's this morning?" Gibbs asked Ziva as she cut her eyes to Tony.

"I wanted a pickle?" She questioned with an evil smile.

Tony grabbed his pack and marched towards Ziva, grabbing her and pushing her towards the elevator while Gibbs laughed at them.

"Stop it Tony, I can hurt you." Ziva warned as he backed her to the back of the elevator.

"Can it with the pickles." Tony glanced around the elevator as the doors shut and caught Gibbs watching them with a smirk on his face.

"Ok, fine, she came over, pulled a gun on me, demanded I open the door and then shoved a jar of pickles in my arms to open for her."

"Ok." Gibbs replied leaving Tony even more frustrated than before. He took a sip of coffee and smiled at Tony.

Tony didn't know how this had started or why they were even continuing this conversation.

"I really need more sleep." Tony moved to his own corner.

"You should try Abby's coffin Tony." McGee added with a smile.

"Maybe I should, seems everyone else has." Tony again glanced around for some sort of acknowledgement.

"I haven't slept in the coffin." Gibbs answered as the doors dinged open.

"Why are you smiling ZeeVah?" Tony asked as he followed Ziva out the doors.

"You really should try a pickle Tony, it might put you in a better mood." She turned around directly in front of him and stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Ziva?"

"Yes Tony?"

"Have you heard of Green Eggs and Ham?"

"No, that sounds disgusting Tony."

"Exactly Ziva."

"DiNozzo, David, Lets go." Gibbs yelled from the NCIS van driver's seat.

"What do you mean Tony? Do you really need to talk to the Dr.?"

"He's an Author Ziva. Dr. Seuss is an author."

"Oh, like McGee?"

"Yes, No… uh…. Yes. Get in the van Ziva."

"But…" Ziva was interrupted by Tony's finger across her lips.

"No more, Please no more."

Gibbs was laughing as he looked over at the two sitting beside him and he got an evil idea. "Hey Tony, want a pickle?" He said with a chuckle.