"Think they'll blow anything up?" Tony asked in a hushed voice, keeping one eye on the lab door. Since the prank war had begun twenty-four hours prior to this little meet it had become increasingly, and alarmingly, clear that no one and nothing was safe. The king and queen had gone kinda crazy. Ok 'kinda crazy' was an understatement; they were full blown mentally insane, as in need of serious help insane.

"Do not be silly, Tony. They would not blow anything up; it was against the rules and they both want to win." Ziva snorted, shaking her head.

"I'm surprised the rules didn't cover stealing the Director's lipstick and replacing it with crayola crayon though at least she figured that out before she put it on. She did not figure out that Gibbs had switched her perfume with Pine-Sol if the fact she went around smelling like the janitor's cleaning supplies was anything to go by." Tony let out a snicker as he thought back to her grumpy face this morning. She'd pulled out her mirror and attempted to put her lipstick on before she realized it was simply impossible to wear crayon.

"Gibbs did not figure out she'd put itching powder in his boxers either. At least not until Jenny dropped a thousand and seven hints as to why he was so uncomfortable." The Mossad Officer countered.

The team, including Abby was seated behind the aforementioned's desk. They were taking turns keeping watch, should one of the newly appointed nutcases of N.C.I.S. appear and accuse them of conspiring against them. Again.

"The expression is a thousand and one hints, Ziva. And to be honest I'm more interested as to why she was over his house in the first place." His tone was suggestive and he waggled his eyebrows in a ludicrous manner.

"Think they were making Gibblets?" Abby asked eagerly. She obviously was hoping for a yes.

"Jethro wishes."

That particular voice scared the crap out of them and they all returned their gaze to the door, a deer caught in the headlights look upon each of their faces.

"Director, we-were just, uh…"McGee trailed off unable to come up with a proper response.

"Conspiring against me?" Jenny offered, advancing with a dangerous maniacal glint in her eyes.

"Danger, danger, there is an alien aboard." Tony managed with a gulp.

"What movie is that from, Tony?" Ziva asked just as equally terrified.

"Partial quote from the Great Movie Ride in Disney World not a movie. " The terrified Italian replied as he lunged for the door. Jenny blocked the escape attempt and the route in one stride. She continued to advance, the previously mentioned maniacal glint creating an atmosphere where one would not be surprised to see the redhead draw a chainsaw.

*******An hour later********

Gibbs arrived in the bullpen expecting snakes swarming, more angry women, more itching powder (the latter was still irritating him thoroughly), maybe even World War III. What he was not expecting was the sight that greeted him; His team and Abby dressed in teletubby costumes.

They must have pissed off the Director because she was standing above on the catwalk, smirking wickedly as she pressed a button and music flooded the room.

The next thing he knew, they were all doing some kind of weird dance. It was amusing to say the least.

"And now I require some assistance from the King in punishing the meddlesome court members further." Jenny's voice rang out over the music and the silver-haired agent found himself wandering up to the catwalk.

The enticing redhead leaned toward him, her breath ghosting over his lips and he grinned. If this was the punishment then he was—his thoughts stopped dead as he was suddenly finding himself rising in the air. It took him another moment before he was filled with horror. His redheaded Director had leaned in close as a diversion and then clicked a harness around him. Gibbs blinked, how on Earth had he missed her doing that? Whatever had happened it had resulted in his being hung on the ceiling of his workplace.

"Jonathon!" Gibbs called, irritated.

A burly well muscled man came from the Director's office and nudged the woman's shoulders, prompting her to turn around. Her scream was rather satisfying as she bolted away from the ma who proceeded to chase her, all the while a huge python draped around his neck.

The teletubbies cracked up and moved out of her way as she came tearing through the bullpen.

"If we had been conspiring against you, we would have made sure we could get this on tape!" Tony yelled at her. Jenny turned to shoot him a glare and stumbled. In seconds the snake keeper was upon her and the snake was touching her. She screamed bloody murder the entire time as the snake slid it's forked tongue out and licked her cheek.

Gibbs was laughing from the ceiling. He knew not to expect any retribution right away; she'd need to scrub her cheeks raw before then. And of course he'd be stuck up here the entire time. Which, upon looking at the Director's face, he decided was not such a bad thing. It would be OK if she tried to murder his team…they would stick together and fend for themselves…hopefully since it seemed she'd managed getting them to learn a dance and to get into that get up.

A/N: Thank you for the excellent idea(s). If you like this chapter you may want to thank She-Demon Sparacino who inspired this with a great suggestion about putting snake's in Jenny's office. Any other ideas feel free to submit. I actually like this one! I was not expecting to update so soon so don't get used to it..I make no promises!

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