Tony sat at his desk, typing slowly at his computer whilst his mind worked a mile a minute, wondering what his daughter was doing, if she had gone to school and if she had, had she made any friends yet? Ziva sat across from him, her pen scratching against the paper she was working on. McGee was typing furiously, an angry expression on his face.
Tony decided too see what he was doing, as McGee never looked like that at a computer, and if he was now, that had to mean something good-to tony, not McGee. When she couldn't hear Tonys typing anymore, Ziva looked up, wondering what was going on. What she saw almost made her laugh- McGee typing away, and Tony staring at him, as if he was an alien hell bent on destroying everyone and everything. It was an odd sight, that was for sure, as by now Tony would usually be throwing things, annoying the pants off McGee. She got up, using ,as Tony calls them 'her stealthy, Mossad ninja skills' to sneak up behind him, making sure that McGee didn't look up and ruin it. After about two minutes of standing there, she spoke up " You know that Gibbs is going to come through that elevator as soon as you do something, right?" Ziva was satisfied when she saw both Tony and McGee jump, nearly falling out of their chairs.
"It's 'out of that elevator' Ziva." Tony said, correcting her once again " And what are you doing? You nearly gave me a heart attack"
"Gear up!" You could hear Gibbs shout that a mile away, so no on knew why he shouted it, but he still watched as everyone rushed to grab their gear, chukling when McGee droped his gun. He walked back to the elevator, stepping in before everyone else. Ziva stepped in after hem, then tony and lastly McGee, still bright red as Tony was still laughing at him.
" So what were you so angry at that computer for probie?" Tony asked, wanting to know.
" None of your business Tony, so mind your own " Probie snapped back, startling everyone in the elevator, as McGee had never stood up to Tony before.
"Just so you know, were going to the Army-Navy country club. Bomb" Gibbs informed them.
Ziva was finding the silence rather akward. No one had said a thing since the elevator and she was sure Tony would of cracked by now. Especially when she said she'd drive. He always refused. Apparently she drived like a maniac, though all she saw was the best way to lose a tail or an ambush.