"Um I think we have gone too far? Ziva? You hear me back there?"

"mumble mumble mumble"

'What?"

"If I never see your hairy butt again it will be too soon!"

"Fine. Be like that. I know lots of women who would love to trade places with you right now. Anyway now that I have your attention. I think we have gone too far. I can't see him, hear him or smell him and we have been heading up in this midget metal prison for ages. I think we should just try and get out of here and see where we are. Agreed?"

"Mumble."

"What"

"YES! TONY I AGREE. GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Tony crawled to the nearest vent opening and pulling out his knife started working on the screws so they could drop through to sweet freedom. Ha no electronic cheese shocks for this hairy butted rat.

"What the hell is going on around here?"

Tony and Ziva dropped down into what was once the dour and rather boring looking NCIS Legal Department and now appeared to be a cross between Spring Break and Las Vegas.

They stood amongst a wave of noise and activity as people ran past them and called out to each other waiving various bits of paper around gleefully.

Gambling of all forms seemed to be rife and large whiteboards had been trundled out and written up tracking the bets. Paperclip flicking seemed to be most popular and had the largest crowd while one legged stapler hurling was also popular. Desks had been pushed aside and hopscotch, undertaken with a real bottle of scotch had been taped out onto the floor.

Tony and Ziva just stared open mouthed around the room unable to grasp the situation in all its glorious sights, sounds and color. Sensible bright young things seemed to be doing their utmost to be as ridiculous as possible, giggling like teenagers and flirting badly. Elder statesmen types seemed to be competing in the rudest thing they could do with a budgetary request form.

Sensible twin sets had been peeled off in the sweltering heat revealing lacy camisoles, official regulation length skirts were hiked up and ties were being used for every purpose except to reside around men's necks. A pair of pantyhose hung abandoned off the edge of a cubical wall and several inappropriate things were being done with office stationary.

There was singing and dancing and hugging and Tony even thought he caught a little groping going on. Tony turned full circle as he tried to take in the rough and ready circus that had suddenly appeared.

"Oh you have got to be kidding! Ziva look!"

Ziva turned to see Michelle Lee in sexy high heels, tiny skirt and silky shirt strutting along the top of some desks like a runway, singing along full voice to Def Leppard, tossing her long black hair like a vamp.

Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet yeah

Listen! red light, yellow
light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

You gotta squeeze a
little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah

"Ziva. Can you pinch me please?"

Ziva obliged by pinching Tony's arm hard.

"Owwww. Ok Ok. Uncle. So this obviously isn't a dream. We need to tell Gibbs that maybe whatever Probie's got he is contaminating everybody?"

"Then why aren't we affected? We have had more contact with him than anyone else."

Tony's head dropped to the side as he watched an elderly and rather portly administrator leap onto a desk and start rocking out with a massive silent air guitar performance. His comb over flopped onto the other side of his face as his face shone with sweat and enjoyment. Satisfaction oozed out of every oily pore and a gathering crowd below him started clapping and cheering his performance.

"It seems like they are drunk. Really drunk. But the only thing anyone seems to be drinking is …" Ziva reached out and snatched a large glass of liquid out of the hand of a young man in hot pursuit of a pretty blonde, both firmly in their wheeled chairs as he rolled past…" water?"

Ziva sipped it "It seems to just be water. Maybe it's something else that's making them crazy. It is very hot in here."

Ziva fanned herself, popped open the top button of her shirt and took another sip of the water. "Yes siree Paul it is very hot in here." Ziva took a deep draft of the refreshing cool water and popped another button.

"We really should tell Gibbs what's going on. This water is making me thirsty? Can water do that Tony? Make you thirsty?" Ziva raised the glass to her mouth and suddenly Tony turned around and knocked the water out of her hand.

"Ziva! Don't you see it is the water? It's got something in it that you can't taste. Look you're already undoing your shirt and talking crazy and you only had half a glass! These people are drinking it like it's….. it's . Gatorade or something."

"Ok this has suddenly just got real serious. When it was just McGee, that was one thing but now we're talking about the entire building going out of control. How is this going to look on the evening news? The entire staff of NCIS being arrested for being drunk and disorderly? Or by the way things are going Indecent Exposure. We have to let the Director know and find a way to shut down the water supplies and anything else McGiggle there has tampered with."

Ziva nodded her head in agreement and licked her dry lips as she watched a man pouring water from the cooler bottle into the mouths of several others as they lay back over chairs.

"Ziva! Let's go."

In their haste to leave to report back to Gibbs and the Director not just the failed capture of NCIS's Most Wanted, Timothy McGee but the apparent intoxication of the rest of the staff they did not notice the scrolling red light bulletin board. But many of the occupants of the Legal Department now fleeced of their money and looking to continue to have a good time did.

All staff are hereby invited to attend Timothy McGee's party in the gym. Bring your friends! All staff are hereby invited to attend Timothy McGee's party in the gym. Bring your friends!

(Thank you for reading. More ridiculous fun to come. Please review as it keeps me encouraged and let me know anything you would like to see and If I like it I will fit it in too!)