Chatterbox-Chapter 2

Tony sighed. No case. Not even any paperwork. They'd begged Gibbs to let them have to day off, and they thought they would get it. Until Vance arrived and grounded them. Damn, Vance.

Ziva thought she would die of boredom, until an idea hit her mind. Making sure Tony, McGee or Gibbs had not come up behind her; she quickly got to Google before typing in Chatterbox. It loaded quickly, and Ziva logged in. Tony did the same.

Ziva waited for a bit, until a chat-box started up on her screen. She winced slightly, and read the name, "MovieLover72." She groaned, probably some 40 year-old Trekkie who still lived with his mom.

MovieLover72: Hello, NinjaGirl.

NinjaGirl: Hello, MovieLover72. How are you?

MovieLover72: Good. New to this?

Ninja Girl: Yes, you?

MovieLover72: Ditto. I like ur name by the way. How come?

NinjaGirl: I have been told by many a friend that I am lethal, like a ninja. And your name?

MovieLover72: I love movies, a lot. I quote them. Plus I was born in '72.

NinjaGirl: When's your birthday? Mine is 12th November, 1982.

MovieLover72: I was born 10 years and 12 days before you.

NinjaGirl: 1st November 1972?

MovieLover72: Correct, NinjaGirl.

NinjaGirl: I like your style. Where were you born?

MovieLover72: Long Island. Yourself?

NinjaGirl: Israel. But I am an American citizen now.

MovieLover72: You speak excellent English, if I may say so.

NinjaGirl: Thank you, I am fluent.

Suddenly, Gibbs appeared, cup of coffee in hand.

MovieLover72: I've got to go, my Boss is back. Will you be on later?

NinjaGirl: Yes. My boss is also coming, I must leave. Goodbye.

MovieLover72: Bye, c ya.

Gibbs looked at the pair as they logged off simultaneously. "What have you been up to?" he asked. "I have been checking the database to see if there are any cold cases we could look at today," Ziva lied.

"Yeah," Tony looked confused, "What she said." Gibbs looked at them skeptically.

"Go home;" he grinned at the pair, "You've had a rough day. Go on, shoo. Before Vance changes his mind." The pair leapt from the seats and ran to the elevator. Both eager to talk to their "Internet love." "I know why I'm in a hurry, "Tony told his partner, "But why are you?" "No reason, Tony."

The Italian-American looked at his Israeli friend with a laugh. "Really?" he asked. "Really."

It was silent from then on, both eager to get home.