"Hey, McProbie, how was your weekend?"
"It was fine, Tony."
"Only fine? I saw you went home with our resident Goth on Saturday."
"Ha," laughed Ziva. "You were to busy try to look down my shirt to notice anything."
"Was not," Tony countered.
"Well when we last saw you, you were pushing Ziva into the back of your car."
"No abducting your co workers, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, walking into the bullpen, head slapping Tony as he passed.
"I didn't abduct her, Boss… shutting up now."
"Grab your gear, we got a body at Norfolk. McGee, you're with me, and if you two aren't there before us you're both fired," he threatened, pointing at his other two agents.
"How does he do that?" Tony whispered to Ziva as they followed the other two to the elevator.
"It might have something to do with the fact that you can't whisper, Tony," McGee said.
"Quiet, Probie," Tony slapped the back of McGee's head as they stepped into the elevator.
"How long have they been sleeping together?" Gibbs asked as they drove to the crime scene.
"What?" stammered McGee, caught completely off guard, so much that he swerved the car almost running up the curb.
"How long have Tony and Ziva been sleeping together," he repeated, slower this time.
"You're not angry?"
"That's not the answer I was looking for, but no. Not as much as I thought I would be," he muttered, obviously not happy with the fact that he was so passive about his agents sleeping together. He was so distracted by his thoughts that he almost missed what McGee said next.
"I guess now would be a good time to tell you that Abby and I are together again too."
"What!" It wasn't a question. "Do the rules mean anything to you people?"
"They do, Boss, it's just…" he paused, trying to find the right words. "You can't keep people apart when they are meant to be together." Gibbs muddled over his thoughts, not saying anything until they were about a block from the crime scene.
"The Goth and the Geek, you should put that in one of you books, Tim." McGee stopped the car, not really believing what was happening, and Gibbs stepped out. McGee jumped out a second later, not wanting whatever had happened to make Gibbs so accepting snap. Tony grabbed his arm as he passed by the car he had been leaning against, as he had waiting for the younger agent to arrive.
"What did you tell him?" he growled through gritted teeth.
"That me and Abby are together," McGee answered simply before continuing with all the gear to the crime scene.
"You didn't tell him about me and Ziva?"
"Oh no, he figured that out for himself. Like I said, you guys aren't exactly quiet."
"He didn't…"
"Oh, not just him, the whole office. The copy room door may lock, but it's not sound proof."
"Oh God, please God no."
"What?" Ziva asked, walking up behind them, carrying another equipment box.
"Gibbs knows."
"Yes, Gibbs knows quite a bit, does he not?"
"He knows about us, and about McAbby."
"Well he was tied to find out eventually," she shrugged.
"It's bound, not tied, bound. He was bound to find out. I was just hoping it would be us telling him, not him hearing it."
"He heard it from somebody else, who? Did you tell him, McGee?"
"No, just he just heard it."
"That's why I just told him about me and Abby," McGee muttered, walking away and over to a very impatient Gibbs.
"I take it you told them I know," Gibbs laughed.
"Yeah, told them the whole office knows. Copy rooms not sound proof." Gibbs let out another small laugh before turning to do his work.
"Are you two going to join us or argue about what you shouldn't be doing at work all day?"
"Coming, Boss," Tony called back, saying on last thing to Ziva before they walked in opposite direction, her towards witnesses, and him towards the scene.
"You won't believe what happened on the way to the crime scene today," McGee bragged as he walked into Abby's lab carrying a box of evidence.
"Tony actually respected you and didn't boss you around, because I really liked that dominant, in control Tim the other night," she said as she slowly stepped towards him until the only thing in between them was the bulky evidence box, which McGee quickly slid onto the shiny metal table.
"No, but that would have been really amazing too." He slipped his hands under Abby's lab coat and around her waist, pulling her into him. She in turned snaked her arms around his neck. "Gibbs found out about Tony and Ziva sleeping together, which he was oddly calm about, so I told him about us-"
"And you lived to tell the tale, that's great, Probie." They turned their heads to look at Tony as he threw another box of evidence onto the table before stomping back out of the lab.
"I also told him that the whole office knows about them because they heard them in the copy room."
"You're so bad, Timmy," Abby said before leaning up and quickly kissing McGee.
"Now go, I have work to do." She turned away from him and began sorting through the two boxes that sat on her table.
"See you at lunch," he smiled and pecked her cheek before running out of the lab and back up to the bullpen.
"Where have you been, McGee?" Gibbs snapped as the young agent fell into his chair.
"Dropping evidence off with Abby," he answered truthfully.
"He was dropping more then just the evidence," Tony muttered.
"Hey!" Gibbs yelled, grabbing the attention of everyone on the floor. "I think I'm changing rule twelve, since you obviously can't follow the current one. Keep it professional at work. That includes parking lots, copy rooms, elevators and driving to and from work related places. Do you all understand?" All three of the other agents nodded but said nothing. "Now get back to work, we have a killer to catch." He stood and walked out of the bullpen, in the direction of the break room.
"I swear, I was just giving Abby some evidence," McGee whined after their boss had left.
"Whatever you say, McLier. When I walked in there you had your hands under her shirt and that very familiar glint in you eyes."
"What glint?"
"That shimmer that happens when you are thinking about what someone looks like naked, writhing below you." Both men looked over at Ziva, shock apparent on their faces.
"You've learned well, young jedi," Tony said, attempting and failing to sound like Yoda.
"I learned from the best," she smiled before turning back to her computer.
"Why do I put up with you people," McGee muttered to himself as he began sifting through various records and accounts.
