Ziva stared at Tony's empty chair nervously. Where was he?
She sincerely hoped he wasn't hung over.
Or still waking up from his "flavor of the week".
she made a face at the thought.
Did he even do that anymore?
Had he grown out of it already?
She was taken out of her thoughts by the sounds of the elevator. She looked to it, and got a glimpse of Tony's ruffled brown hair before the doors closed again. She stood up and walked to it, utterly confused. The doors opened again, and Ziva was suddenly being pulled into the elevator.
"Tony!" She cried. He was jabbing at the buttons in the elevator, grinning.
"Miss, you have got to try this!" Tony cried, pressing the buttons. Ziva stared at him.
"Tony?" She asked. He looked up.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Tony, what the hell are you doing?" She asked. He gasped.
"OH! YOU SWORE! I'MMA GONNA TELL!" He shouted. Ziva grabbed his arm. He turned around. Suddenly, he looked her up and down. "You're cute." He said with a sly smile. "What's your name, cutie?"
Ziva blushed, but raised an eyebrow. "Tony, what-"
"Bye!" He shouted, running out of the elevator. He almost immediately slammed into Gibbs.
"Whoa. Old dude, twelve o 'clock." He muttered.
"What did you say to me, DiNozzo?" Gibbs growled.
"Sorry, uh, sir." Tony corrected himself.
"Gibbs." Ziva went up to Gibbs. "Gibbs, he isn't right up here." She said, tapping her head. "In the elevator, he was behaving like- like a child!"
Gibbs stared at Tony. Suddenly, McGee entered the bullpen.
"Hey everyone. Morning, Tony." McGee said, sitting down.
"Morning, McGee." Ziva replied. Tony snickered.
"McGee." He snickered. McGee stared at him. "I should call you McGeek."
McGee rolled his eyes. "As usual."
Gibbs faced Tony. "Tony…..what did you do yesterday?"
"Can't remember." Tony replied. "Probably played with Garret. Why?"
Gibbs stared even harder at him. Tony looked around.
"Hey, do you guys have any toys around here? I'm getting bored." He flopped down at his desk, folding papers absentmindedly.
Ziva and Gibbs exchanged a look.
"Tony, do you feel all right?" McGee asked from his desk, frowning at Tony.
"Yeah, I guess." Suddenly, Tony froze. "You're not gonna make me go to the doctor, right?" He whispered. "I don't like doctors."
"N-no." Gibbs said. He sat Tony down at his desk. "But you're gonna have to stay here."
"Yes, sir." Tony said, as though he didn't quite believe Gibbs.
"Ziver, come here." Gibbs gestured for Ziva. She followed him into the elevator.
"What the hell is going on with him?" He asked. Ziva shrugged. "I don't know, Gibbs. Really don't."
"Go with him, back to his apartment. Stay with him the rest of the day." He said. "See if you find anything."
Ziva rolled her eyes, but knew better than to argue with the boss. "Yes, boss." She said, walking back over to Tony. She took him by the hand. "Tony, we're gonna go to your apartment, okay?"
"Okay!" he nods in excitement. "Are my parents home?" He asked anxiously. "I kinda don't wanna see daddy…he yells at me kinda a lot…."
"No, Tony, they're not home." She said gently. "I promise."
At Tony's apartment, Ziva sat him down in the living room with the TV on. She flipped to a cartoon channel.
"Awww, no!" Tony groaned. Ziva stared.
"Don't you like this?" She said, gesturing to the screen. Tony shook his head.
"I like crime shows. I wanna be a detective when I grow up!" Tony cried. Ziva shrugged and walked into the kitchen. He took the remote and flipped it to something. Ziva could hear sirens and shouting, and she smiled. First, she checked his medicine cabinet, looking for any strange medications or, she shuddered at the thought, any narcotics. She found nothing out of the ordinary: some men's vitamins, some Advils. Some older-looking pills prescribed for back pains. Ziva smiled as she remembered Tony on pain meds.
Next, she headed to his bedroom. She quietly went through his nightstand, and emptied its contents- an old leather notebook. She looks over on his bureau, and sees a white slip of paper. She picked it up and read it:
Dr. Jacque Clampton
Therapeutic Hypnotist
Guaranteed Happiness!
1-800-567-9824
She frowned: therapeutic hypnotist? Sounded like a load of crap. She tucked the slip into her jeans pocket, and went back into the living room.
Tony was still watching the crime show. A man sat at an interrogation desk with a lady.
"She killed Shaina! Kerry's the murderer!" Tony cried. Ziva looked at him.
"How do you know that?"
He sighed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, Kerry obviously killed her. Shaina stole the photos, and threatened to post them after Kerry fired her. So, Kerry called her calmly and asked to arrange a meeting, a trade of sorts. Then, she knifed her in the neck, typed her 'suicide note', posed it so that it looked like suicide. Heck, it was believable- Shaina had clinical depression. Except she made a slip- that night, Shaina had had fiancé, Karl, drive her to the meeting. She told him she would not need a ride back. However, when he was driving along the road, later that night, he had picked up none other than hitch hiker Kerry, who had a red substance on her hands. She wiped her hands on her jacket and threw the jacket in the back seat, to frame Karl, which, DUH, didn't work, because her name was on the tag of the jacket. Whoop de do, Kerry Goldberg is our killer." He finished.
Ziva stared some more.
Wow. Born-and-raised fed, hmm?
She walked into the kitchen.
"Tony?"
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna take care of you tonight."
"Okay."
"And I'm making my specialty for dinner."
He peeked into the kitchen. "And what would that be?"
"Pizza delivery."
Tony cheered. "YES!"
Ziva rolled her eyes. Some things never change.
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