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They all slowly drifted back to normal after the unusually grueling case, though Gibbs seemed to be on edge in the few months. He repeatedly slapped Tony and Ziva for merely talking to each other and he 'forgot' to bring Abby a Caf-Pow! on one of their evidence check-ins.
"Where's my Caf-Pow!, Gibbs?" Abby asked after she had finished listing her findings.
"Sorry, Abbs, I forgot." He turned and headed out of the lab, stopping only to slap Tony and Ziva on the back of the head. "What did I tell you two about flirting around the office?"
"We were talking about the case, Boss," Tony tried to defend them. Gibbs' eyes flicked down to Tony hand, which was wrapped around Ziva's waist, then back to his face.
"I did this before we were even a couple," Tony exclaimed after Gibbs had left.
"I remember, that one case with the CO that was torturing his officers, so the same thing that happened to his brother didn't happen to them," McGee said. "We were standing in the elevator and you two were just about anything but cuddling."
"I remember that," Ziva laughed. "Gibbs looked right at us and did not say anything."
"He might of thought that it was your hand, Ziva," Tony said.
"It's Gibbs, Tony," piped in Abby. "He wouldn't miss something like that."
"Why were you two standing like that anyway?" asked McGee. They looked at each other and shrugged.
"It just seemed like, I don't know, natural," Tony said, not taking his eyes off Ziva. She smiled and leaned her head against Tony shoulder.
"We should probably go," interrupted McGee, looking at his watch.
"Thanks for ruining the moment, McMeany," Tony said.
"It's better then the way Gibbs interrupted us," Ziva laughed.
"Oh yeah." Tony turned to look at Abby and McGee again. "So we're in bed and Ziva is sitting on top of me giving me a-"
"We don't need all the details, Tony" cut in McGee.
"Giving me a massage, and Gibbs called. He followed us after we left work. He said something like," he began mimicking Gibbs' voice, "'I saw you get into Ziva's car after you left your apartment, and you both got out of the car from the same door.' It was really creepy."
"Do I want to know why you both got out of the car on the same side?" McGee asked.
"I was giving him a leg dance."
"It's lap dance, Ziva, and it was move of a-"
"Again, DiNozzo, we don't need all the details," McGee held up his hand to stop his co-worker.
"What, McSexy, you don't want to hear about the various ways in which Ziva and I have pleasured each other," Tony walked up and stood in front of McGee so their chests were almost touching. "The more interesting stories would not be of how, but where. There's been her bed, my bed; her couch and pretty much everywhere else in her apartment. Then there is the car, the van, oh and the elevator, that was great. Let's see, there was also the break room, the copy room, the bathrooms, her desk, my desk." He paused to study McGee's reactions. "And you can't forget my personal favorite, your desk." Tony tried to keep his laughter in control as McGee began to shake in disgust.
"You didn't?" he asked hopefully.
"He wanted to, but I told him it would not be very nice," Ziva said, smiling.
"Thank you, Ziva." Tony moved back and stood next to her again, his arm slipping around her waist again. He opened his mouth to speak again, but his phone ringing interrupted him.
"DiNozzo," he answered.
"Where are you?" Tony held the phone away from his ear, blinking from the loud noise. Everyone else could clearly hear Gibbs trough the phone.
"We're all in Abby's lab," Tony calmly said.
"Get your ass up here, we got a lead," then the line went dead.
"That's our queue," Tony said as he snapped the phone shut. "See you later Abbs."
"By, Abby," Ziva called over her shoulder as Tony pulled her to the elevator.
"See you later, Abbs," McGee gave a small wave as he followed the others. They were standing, very close to each other, in the corner of the elevator waiting for McGee. He jumped in just as the doors began to close and hit the top button to take them to the bullpen. He crossed his arms behind his back and stared up at the ceiling. He heard a small noise behind him, but ignored it. It wasn't until her heard Ziva moan that her turned around.
"Really guys?" he spat, and they other two jumped apart.
"What?" Tony laughed. "You can't tell me that if this was your hot piece of ass that you wouldn't take advantage of it?"
"Hot piece of ass?" Ziva asked looking up at Tony.
"Don't deny it, Zee-vah, you know it's true. Come on, back me up on this, McGee."
"Tony, I'm not going to that Ziva is hot." He froze as soon as he realized what he said. Ziva detached herself from Tony and slowly spanned the three-foot distance between her and McGee. She stood in front of him, staring up at his face. He had about half a foot and a hundred pounds on her, but McGee still felt like he should be cowering in the corner, crying like a little baby.
"What was that, McGee?" she said in a calm yet threatening voice.
"Ah, nothing," he stammered, backing as far against the cold metal wall as he could.
"Um, guys, we're here," Tony interrupted unwillingly; wanting to see exactly what Ziva was going to do to McGee.
"Hmm," huffed Ziva. She turned away from McGee and walked out of the elevator. McGee let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Tony walked over to him and grasped each of the Probie's shoulders.
"Hot piece of ass." He brushed some invisible dirt off McGee's shoulder then followed Ziva out. McGee let out another breath and then ran into the bullpen.
"We got a tip that our victim was seen leaving the bar with-" he paused and looked at the sticky note he was holding. "With a leggy blond." Tony snorted, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Oh, come on," he exclaimed at the others confused expression. "You've never seen Flight of the Conchords?" They all shook they all shook their heads.
"Wait, is that the show with the two New Zealand guys in the band?" asked McGee.
"Thank you," Tony threw his arms up in the air.
"Ziver, go escort the witness up and bring him to Abby to get a sketch." Ziva nodded and went back down to the lobby. A few minutes later Tony's phone buzzed and he picked it up to see what it was.
"Ziva texted." Gibbs and McGee looked up at him as he read the text, "'got the witness, he smells like he has never taken a shower in his life. Maybe later you and I could…' never mind, that part's not for you." He looked up, feeling embarrassed.
"What happened to not needing to hear all the details, DiNozzo," McGee said. Tony glared at him. He looked back down at his phone as it buzzed again. He smiled and giggled.
"What now?" McGee asked.
"Nothing, it's not Probie appropriate." McGee paused for a second, but said nothing before turning back to his work.
There were more leads coming in every minute of various people who had been at the bar with the victim, none leading anywhere. It wasn't until around one o'clock in the moring that Gibbs told them all to go home.
"Get some sleep," he said when they all looked up at him, a mixture of tiredness and happiness written on their faces. "And I mean sleep." He looked back and forth between Ziva and Tony.
"Yes, Boss," they called as they all shuffled to the elevator. They climbed in and all fell against the walls, or in Ziva's case against Tony.
"I never knew running after a 'leggy blond' could be so much work," McGee muttered.
"Obviously our little McGeek is more interested in the digital type," Tony remarked.
"That does not make sense, Tony," Ziva said into his chest.
"I know, but I'm to tired to think of anything better."
"I'll pay half the fare if you let me crash at Ziva's with you guys," McGee mumbled.
"Deal," they both agreed, skipping over all the confusing banter that could go along with their conversation. Ziva called for a taxi, which arrived as they were walking out of the building. They sat in silence for the whole ride, having no energy left to speak. Still no words were exchanged as the stumbled up to her apartment and made their way inside. When they finally made it inside McGee instantly fell onto the couch, not bothering with his shoes, and fell asleep. Tony and Ziva blindly found their way to the bedroom in the dark and took a little more time then McGee to get ready. Tony pulled off all his clothes except for his boxers and crawled under the covers. Ziva mindlessly pulled her bra off without removing her shirt and took her pants off too before joining Tony under the warmth of the covers.
"Good night, Tony," she mumbled.
"Nii," Tony tried but didn't finish as he quickly drifted off to sleep.
