Disclaimer: I don't own the rights, I only like to play with the characters.

A/N: So this can be seen as OOC or crack-fic. Or it can happen, but this thought came to me. I laughed as I typed this, and I really enjoyed writing it. From now on, I'm probably going to take ideas you've guys have left for me as comments on the mission. If you have a suggested plot, just pm me or something. Remember, reviews are love and might get me inspired to write more often!

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Part IX:

Agent Timothy McGee walked toward the squad room, an eager smile on his face. He noticed, as he exited the elevator, that Gibbs wasn't at his desk. As he walked closer he found Tony and Ziva were already there. His smile grew a bit bigger at the sight of them.

They both had their heads on their desks, and to be honest, they looked terrible. Tony was mumbling from underneath his expensive jacket, while Ziva had her cheek flat on her desk, grumbling. McGee had debated on his way from his car up to the bullpen-should he do this? Could it get him into terrible trouble? Would Tony blackmail him somehow? Would Ziva remove one of his appendages? The answer to all of those questions was yes, but McGee just couldn't let this opportunity pass him by.

He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket, clicking a few buttons and found the two sounds he was looking for. The first was scratchy, and it was a hard to hear, but you could understand what the noise was.

When I walk in the club
All eyes on me
I'm with the party rock crew
All drinks are free
We like Ciroc
We love Patrone
We came to party rock
Everybody it's on

Tony and Ziva groaned loudly from their chairs, and Tony muffled something that sounded like 'Off McGee'. Tim smirked, clicking on the second sound and played it. Again, it was scratchy and hard to understand, but this time, it was multiple voices.

Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody

"McGee!" Tony yelped, standing from his seat. Of course, he stood too quickly, and had to grab onto the corner of his desk to keep from falling.

"Yes, Tony?" McGee questioned, knowing full well that he was going farther than needed.

"Can ya stop? Ziva and I both have really bad hangovers. Really bad. And I'm sure you don't want to see an assassin with a hangover. I think it's probably worse than you can imagine." Tony stated, his words seeming to come out all in one little sentence to him.

"That is true," Ziva mumbled from her seat, as she lifted her head up slightly to look at her colleagues.

McGee thought about this for a few moments. He sat down in his seat, placing his iPhone on his desk and connecting it to an adaptor. He quickly began typing and opened a file on his computer, letting the noise from the machine fill the bull-pen. He looked around to both entrances, looking for Gibbs and making sure the cost was clear. He clicked a few buttons and then opened the loaded video onto the plasma. He unplugged his iPhone and opened a new message, sending a text down to Abby. Her arrival was announced as McGee heard the loud clanking of metal fill the bullpen.

"Did I miss it?!" She questioned loudly, a smile on her face.

Tony and Ziva groaned at the sound of her chipper voice, lifting their heads to glare at her.

"Not yet," McGee answered, typing away on the keyboard.

Abby walked over to lean against Gibbs desk while McGee smiled at her and clicked play on the video, enlarging it on the plasma. Both the scientist and field agent watched as the video sound filled the squad room. Tony and Ziva looked up as well, squinting to see what was going on. There was a light illumination to the video, and it was quickly trained on Abby and McGee's face. They smiled, and Abby tried holding back her laughter as she shouted over the music.

"So, this is to anyone who watches this video; but mostly Tony or Ziva. Please don't kill us. We just....we had to do this," she giggled as her eyes flashed to a different direction and back to the camera, "You guys are too funny adorable when you're drunk. Please enjoy this, guys. Timmy and I did."

The camera swung around to a bar, the music blaring and a crowd of people around a bar. The camera was jostled, from Abby and McGee moving through the large crowd. It was trained on a bar and then focused in on Tony. He took a large swig from a shot glass and then slammed it down on the counter. The crowd let out a yell of amusement as they looked on at the growing number of glasses. Next to Tony, Ziva sat on the counter; they were both clearly drunk as they laughed. The video played on as they watched Tony pick up an empty beer bottle.

In his drunk stupor, he sang into the bottle as the song played over the system. You could hear Abby laugh as she trained the camera on Ziva, who know stood on the bar counter, dancing along. The video was soon filled with wolf calls and whistles as well as voices shouting Shots. You could hear Abby's distinguished laugh as she documented her friends drunk antics. The drunk partners continued to sing and dance, and soon the video ended.

Abby and McGee looked over to Tony and Ziva. They noticed that they no longer looked like a truck hit them. They were both too engrossed at what they had just witnessed. Ziva's mouth hung open and Tony's eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his sockets. Abby and McGee laughed at their expressions, waiting for them to gain focus once more.

"What. Was. That?!" Ziva questioned, the shock and anger mixing together in her tone.

"That," Abby answered "was the best thing I've ever seen in my life."

Tony and Ziva looked at each other, both shouting at the same time. "Erase it!'

Tim shook his head, a smirk on his face.

"You should be happy we erased that other video." Abby responded.

And at that, Tony and Ziva's eyes grew wide once more.

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A/N 2: I originally planned to add the other video in there, but I wasn't sure if I should.
Review if you:
a) Wanna know the second video
b) Want another chapter
c) Want to tell me you're favorite quote/thing about it
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