Darkness filled the bullpen as Abby exited the elevator. She had finally thought up something appropriate to make Tony feel better. Dinner and a movie sounded basic enough, but double cheese and pepperoni pizza with a James Bond marathon would be heaven for Tony.
She scanned the office, searching for Tony and also looking to see if McGee was still around. If McGee had gotten to Tony before she did... Ooh, she would kick his butt.
"Tony, you here?" she called out, after her visual inventory of the office had turned up nothing.
"He left about an hour ago," Ziva's voice sounded from her desk. "With McGee."
"No way!" Abby stomped over to Ziva's desk. "I knew he was up to something." She suddenly braced herself against the desk and bent over, face mere inches from Ziva's. "Alright, what did you say to him?"
"I'd be careful when pointing fingers, Abigail," Ziva said, the use of Abby's full name announcing she was serious.
Abby slowly stood. "Right. I'm gonna go track them down. Maybe we can make it a threesome!" Ziva's eyebrows rose at that final statement, but she remained silent. "Would you have any idea where they went?" Abby batted her eyebrows at Ziva, hoping she could work her charms on the Israeli woman.
Ziva studied Abby for a moment, then turned back to her computer. "No, I don't believe I can help you."
"Oh, come on, Ziva," Abby said, stomping her foot like an indignant child. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll be nice. I need to know where they are!"
Ziva slowly turned her head and surveyed the goth, who had her head tipped and was giving her puppy dog eyes. "They may have mentioned something about a guy's night out."
Abby waited for Ziva to continue and, when she didn't, craned her neck forward. "And? Come on, I can't read minds. A guy's night out could mean anything. Did they say where?"
"Abby, it's not my job to listen in on Tony and McGee," Ziva said, closing her eyes in frustration. "They just left. If you really want to know where they are, call one of them."
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" Abby agreed, nodding. She skipped off, boots clomping loudly across the tile, and as she reached the elevator, announced, "I'll be sure to let you know how things go, Ziva! Thanks for all your help!"
Ziva smirked and turned back to her computer, knowing full well that Abby wouldn't let her down on that promise.
Abby rode the elevator impatiently down to the lab, where she could trace Tony and McGee's location when Tony picked up his phone. She grinned to herself. She had this plan down. Sure, McGee could go through with his plan, she was fine with that, but she wanted to be witness, make sure he didn't outdo her.
The doors slid open and she exited, bolting for her phone and pressing the speed dial for Tony's cell number. As she waited for him to pick up, she wondered where the two men could be, and just what they were doing...
...The sound of "Goldfinger" filled the interior of Tony's car, causing McGee to raise an eyebrow.
"Sorry, I just changed the ringtone last week," Tony apologized, fumbling around for his phone in his back pocket, while McGee worriedly flickered his gaze between the road and Tony's ministrations. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"Sure," McGee said, eyes still darting back and forth. "Uh, Tony, don't you think you should pay attention to the road?"
"Sure, Probes," Tony said off-handedly, retrieving the phone and glancing at the screen. "Abbs. I wonder what she wants." He was just about to press the talk button when McGee interrupted him.
"No!"
Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "No? It's just Abby." He made to press the button again, but McGee snatched the phone from his hand before he could. "Hey!"
"Sorry, Tony, but I can't let you be bothered," McGee said.
Tony narrowed his eyebrows further. "What the hell is going on, Tim? Abby know something about tonight that I don't know? You got something planned?"
McGee sighed. "No. No, it's just, I thought we were gonna hang out, do guy stuff. I don't want Abby ruining that." He looked away, hoping that was a good enough explanation and that Tony wouldn't push it further.
Tony tipped his chin up, still questioning McGee's unwillingness to let him answer his own phone. "Okay. Whatever you say. Can I have my phone back? I don't have oodles of cash to toss around from Deep Sixed, you know."
McGee rolled his eyes at the grin on Tony's face. "Don't start on that again. Here's your damn phone." He slammed the phone back in Tony's hand.
"Aww, come on," Tony said, noticing the scowl McGee was now giving the passenger window. "Look, we'll do our thing, and then I'll give Abby a call to see what she wanted. Fair?"
McGee nodded abruptly. "Yeah."
Tony pressed the "ignore" button on his phone, effectively cutting Abby off, then flipped the phone to the center console, where a blinking red light signalled a voicemail from the dark-haired lady...
... Abby ended the call in exasperation, flopping down into an office chair, which sent her rolling slowly backwards.
"He didn't pick up, did he?"
Abby swiveled around, facing Ziva. "No, he didn't pick up. McGee musta saw through my plan. I just wanted to do something nice for Tony." She stood up and wandered back to her computer, sliding the mouse around and clicking on the shorcut for her media player, clicking around a few more times and filling the lab with the sounds of metal music.
Ziva winced at the sudden explosion of noise, then opened her mouth to speak. "Maybe you should give McGee a break. That's all he's trying to do, too."
Abby slumped her shoulders. "I know. But he didn't want to help me. And now he's going to outdo me."
An evil grin slowly spread across Ziva's face. "I may have a way to help you out, Abby," she announced.
Abby spun around, eyes glowing. "Really? What?"
Ziva continued to grin. Oh, yes, Tony was going to be very happy when they finished here.
