I KNOW YOU'RE ALL PROBABLY MAD AND STUFF, AND I'M SORRY. I'VE BEEN, LIKE, REALLY BUSY. I'M REALLY SORRY!
DON'T OWN IT
On Monday, Tony and Ziva entered the bullpen, and Ziva was not pleased to see an angry Gibbs. She had not even spoken to him since Friday, and she really didn't think he could still be that angry.
"Ziver, we need to talk." Instead of anger in his voice, Ziva heard something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was one emotion, but it was a mix of many. It had the ring of pity, sympathy, and (though it couldn't be), it also sounded like an apology. Clearly, Gibbs' anger had nothing to do with her, which meant it could only mean one thing.
"What's going on?" Tony asked, stepping beside her after giving McGee the baby.
"Your father's coming." Gibbs said. Both he and Tony looked angry.
"Why? When?" Ziva asked, struggling to keep her voice calm and level. She had not been expecting this. Heck, none of them had expected it.
"Why? Probably to torment you." Tony scoffed.
"Dinozzo. He'll be arriving in 30 minutes." Gibbs said.
"Thank you, Boss." Tony said.
"For what?" Gibbs asked.
"Not head slapping me." Tony said. Just then, a hand collided with his head.
"Thank you, Boss." Tony repeated. Ziva didn't smirk, which sent Tony in a frenzy.
I KNOW, IT'S SHORT. SORRY, I JUST FELT LIKE LEAVING YOU GUYS ON A SLIGHT CLIFFHANGER. I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AGAIN TODAY. OH, AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW, PLEASE, IT MAKES ME WRITE FASTER J