A/N: Good news is, my main idea for this fic starts here! I know this is short so I'll try to update later this week. Thank you so much for your reviews and follows! You guys make me so happy. Hard times are coming for us but hey, we still got fanfiction (and ice cream).

Chapter 4, Blues, You're A Buzzkill.

Tuesday seemed like it had happened six months ago. Ziva couldn't believe that less than a week ago everything was relatively normal. It was eight forty-five in the morning, she just had returned from her morning run and if things were different, she would be stepping out of her apartment and driving to work in that exact minute. She took a shower, got dressed and made herself a decent breakfast, realizing at the very last minute how bad she had planned her alibi.

There was no way she could go see Abby since she actually had a job, it wasn't like everyone was unemployed in a Friday morning. Calling McGee was out of question, too. Tony would know right away she had lied. By the time she was washing the dishes she thought about how she did not have a single person to call. All her friends where from work, she didn't really know anyone else. Disappointed at her failed plan, she grabbed a book from her night stand and curled up in the couch. Apparently, she had a long day ahead.

"I don't remember any "daily meeting" agreement, Tony." Tim spoke as his partner walked inside his apartment, pressing a few keys on his typewriter as he made his way through a few notes on his desk. It was almost lunch time and Tim had the feeling the only thing Tony was looking for was free food. It was strange, though, he wasn't with his evil crime partner Ziva.

"I thought you got rid of this thing when that freak fan of yours almost killed Abby." He pointed at the typewriter behind him. "We don't want any other incident, McGregor."

"That was years ago," He grabbed a couple of books Tony had took from the shelf and placed them back with annoyance. "I write on my laptop but it's still nice to make notes with it every once in a while."

"Aha! So you are writing, huh? What's coming for Tommy? And for Lisa? Come on, tell me."

"Why are you here, Tony?" McGee's voice was desperate, Tony noticed. "Relax Timmy. Ziva's busy, I didn't know where else to go." He gave him a confused look, it was almost like his eyes we're screaming "Ziva's not busy with you?" but Tony stopped him from making any kind of comment by shaking his head several times. Tim apparently caught the hint and he sat on the chair in front of his desk, he really was going to ignore him and work on his stuff. Tony saw what he was up to and was half way through the door when Tim spoke again.

"Delilah wants to go for a drink tonight. She'll bring one of her closest friends," he cleaned his throat, there was no way in hell he was doing it and yet, there he was. "You wanna go? You haven't been out with a woman in a long time, this might be your chance."

Tony leaned against the door frame. Was McGee really the one setting him up on a date this time? No way. That would mean he was way too off his game. He took a minute to think about it, wasn't he too old for this? Screw it. He didn't have anything better to do.

"Time and place?"

"I will text them to you" He smiled, Tony smiled back.

"Alright. Friday night, baby!"

Tim closed his eyes in disapproval. Tony dropped an "I need to go out more often" comment before he shut his door closed and left him with his thoughts, a cup of tea and an open laptop.

And while Ziva recovered from the most boring day she had ever had, Tony put on some nice clothes and met McGee at a bar not too far from his own place. Thank God he didn't have to take the bus this time. The two men sat on a table close to a window and waited. It wasn't fair, Tony thought. Tim knew Delilah, he had no idea what kind of friends she would have.

It wasn't long until he found out. Tim stood up to greet a slim brunette girl wearing a black dress. Judging by the way he placed his hand on her back, that had to be the famous Delilah. She didn't seem geeky at all which meant he owed Ziva twenty dollars. He really had to stop betting against her. Tim introduced the long haired girl to him and Delilah introduced her friend. Both girls were about the same height, her hair was of a very light shade of brown, she could be easily be called a blonde. Her name was Kacey and Kacey was wearing a pink dress that fit oh-so well. The four of them sat down and ordered their drinks and it wasn't until then that Tony realized the probie had brought him so Delilah's friend wouldn't be the third wheel. When were the tables turn? He couldn't let the special DiNozzo touch go to waste, not anymore.