Hi everyone! I don't really have anything to say about this chapter, so I guess you can just read on!
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"Tony! I cannot believe that you just told poor Debra, the helpless prospective agent, that she should stop looking at you like that because it was never going to happen. Her self-esteem is probably tarnished, Tony, and you don't care at all!" Ziva yelled, marching out of the elevator.
"Hey! She had it coming!" Tony yelled equally as loud, following Ziva to her desk.
It was time to execute the plan.
"What happened?" McGee asked, scrunching up his eyebrows in confusion.
"Nothing McNosy! Stay out of this!" Tony called, still glaring at Ziva.
"Tony went up to Debra McDonnell and told her that she was annoying and to stop staring at him because she was creeping him out. What kind of person does that?" Ziva questioned, turning around and plopping down on her chair.
"Are you okay, Tony? Usually you would have been all over that." McGee said, smirking as he put his plan into action.
"I'm fine! Maybe I just don't like random women staring at me anymore, is that a crime?" Tony sat down as well and began glaring at McGee instead.
"For you, yes." McGee said, sitting down on the corner of his own desk. "What, do you have a crush on someone?" He teased, raising an eyebrow.
"No!" Tony replied quickly, turning on his computer. McGee just grinned, not missing the fleeting look Tony had given Ziva just a moment ago.
"Whatever you say." McGee breathed, striding past Ziva's desk towards the elevator. As the doors closed, his grin grew twice the size it was before; he hadn't missed the glance Ziva had given Tony either.
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"I'm going down to see Abby." Tony muttered, launching himself up from his chair and striding towards the staircase, not wanting to run into McGee.
As the door slowly closed behind him, Ziva turned back towards her computer screen, wondering if McGee was onto something. After all, Ziva, the skilled ex-Mossad Ninja, had been trained to see everything, and she'd certainly seen Tony glance at her when he told McGee he didn't "have a crush" on anyone. Even though Ziva wasn't particularly sure what it meant to "have a crush" on someone, she suspected it had something to do with having feelings toward someone based on how Tony, the man who never committed to anything, had reacted. Ziva just hoped she was right, though, and that it didn't have anything to do with hurting someone because that would mean that Tony would probably end up in a headlock very, very soon.
Deciding she should probably understand the term before coming to conclusions, Ziva pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly dialed Abby's number. After only two rings, the scientist picked up, sounding as cheery as ever.
"Hey Ziva!" Abby chimed into the phone, ignoring the elevator dinging behind her and continuing to type on her keyboard.
"Hello Abby. How are you?" Ziva asked, putting off asking her question.
"Good! Thanks." Abby replied as she felt McGee come up behind her. "Hey, can you make this quick? Timmy just walked in."
"Oh, um, I can ask you another time." Ziva quickly said, about to press the end button on her phone.
"No, no, no! Tell me now! McGee can wait." Abby giggled, knowing McGee was probably looking extremely offended right now.
"Fine. I was wondering, can you tell me the meaning of the expression 'to have a crush on'?" Ziva asked, blushing the tiniest bit.
"Why?" Abby questioned, hoping it had something to do with Tony.
"That does not matter." Ziva answered quickly, not wanting to give anything away in case she was wrong.
"Okay, well it means to have feelings for someone. I really gotta go, Ziva, McGee's feeling really left out right now." Abby could practically feel McGee's discomfort at the conversation seeping out of him.
"Okay. Thank you Abby. Bye." Ziva hung up the phone and slipping it back into her pocket before turning back to her computer and attempting to do at least a little bit of work before Gibbs came in demanding for something on the case.
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Tony barged through the stairway doors, gasping for breath. Man, I'm really outta shape. I should probably work on that... Tony thought as he slumped down against the wall, next to Abby's open door. Or I could just take the elevator from now on. Yeah, that seems like a better option.
Turning his head so that it faced the doorway, Tony was surprised to here Abby talking to someone. So that's where McEvasive escaped to.
"McGee, for the last time, I'm going to win the bet, you should just give up! It would take a lot less time!" Abby said, typing away on her computer.
A bet? And I'm not in it? Oh someone's gonna pay for this.
"Abby, I told you. I'm already on the fast track to winning. I'm not giving up now!" McGee practically whined, making Tony smirk evilly.
McGeekling whining? Maybe I don't want to be involved in this. Then again, I do want to remember this moment. Tony slowly reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and pressed the record button, hoping to get some dirt on McGee to hold against him later. Then he could force the Probie to do things for him, like paperwork or taking the stairs.
"Oh really, and why is that?" Abby asked, the disbelief in her voice visible.
"Because I just accused Tony of having a crush on someone and he looked at Ziva for like three seconds before pretending to get back to work."
"Awww! That is sooo sweet! But it still doesn't mean anything. I'm still gonna win this bet, Timmy, I'm gonna be the one to get them together first and we both know it!" Abby replied, hopping up and down.
Tony's mouth dropped open as he slowly clicked the stop button on his phone. So this is what Probie and Abby have been doing for the past few days, betting on when Ziva and him would get together. Standing up and rushing back to the stairwell, Tony didn't even blink as he rushed up the steps two at a time because even taking the stairs was worth seeing the expression on Ziva's face when he told her about this.
So did you like? Tony finally found out about the bet and now he's rushing up the stairs to tell Ziva, I wonder how she'll respond? Review please! :