"He's # 2 on your speed dial…"
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McGee handed her, her cell phone and examined her for a moment. "You okay?"
"Fine."
Tim wasn't shocked by her answer and continued. "Hey you know, we learned a valuable lesson…next time we'll be sure to have a new phone issued with the contacts listed under aliases."
"Fine."
"And hey, I'm sorry we didn't think of that earlier…maybe this could've all been avoided."
She turned to face him. "Too late now, wouldn't you say McGee?"
He nodded and instinctively took a step back from her glare. He then tried to smile to ease the tension. "You're right…sorry…"
"Anything else?"
"No…well there was one thing…but it can wait…" He watched her walk away and continued to beat himself up over not thinking of the phone thing earlier.
"Just tell me Probie…who was number 1?"
"Get off it Tony…this is serious. She was really shook up out there."
Tony bit his lip and thought for a few seconds before he continued. "It's Gibbs isn't it? I knew it…I mean he and Kate definitely had a spark, but him and Ziva…the way they're always looking at each other."
"Those are glares Tony, not looks."
"Oh they're looks."
"Oh shut up." Tim wanted to throw his hand over his mouth after he said it, but his shock quickly turned to pride.
"Wash your mouth out with soap Probie…"
Tim sighed. "If I tell you, will you leave me alone?"
"It's all I've ever asked for…"
"Fine…" And with a wave of his hand he whispered it into Tony's ear. Then watched as Tony's face turned red.
"You can't kid a kidder McGee…"
"I'm serious…now shoe…" he waved in the direction of his desk, and Tony obliged.
He then sat at this desk with his hands folded for what seemed like hours. And the best part about it…at least for Tim was he was speechless.
"Hey Ziva…my phone is on the fritz, can you call me real quick?"
Ziva gave him an annoyed look but did what he'd asked. And Tony couldn't help but smile as he peered over to see her finger laying over the # 1…
