I like the last little bit, I'm having a lot of fun with this one.
V. It's a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird
"Yours or mine tonight?" Tony asked quietly as they stood in the elevator together on their way to Abby's lab.
"Mine, my bed is more comfortable." She smiled. They had created a policy of never initiating more physical contact with one another than was necessary and never discussing plans anywhere other than the elevator when they were alone. She smirked to herself. If someone were to bug the elevator the safety of the world could be in danger, considering how many secret conferences and private discussions took place in there.
"You also have better beer." He shrugged and she elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow! Was that entirely necessary?"
"You know that you could just buy that brand of beer, and then your beer would be the same as mine?" She said, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Very true." He said as the door pinged and they stepped out. "Abby! How are you this fine morning?"
"Good, Tony." She beamed. "I have only had the bullet for a little bit, but I can tell you that they definitely used a silencer." She grinned, slotting in between the two of them and slinging her arms around their shoulders, guiding them over to her desk. "Ducky was right about the angle of trajectory, there is a 78% chance that the murderer was a male the same height as Gibbs. There was absolutely no forensic evidence in the house. I don't think there that our murderer stayed for afternoon tea."
"It looks like they knocked on the door, waited for Mrs Carlin to open it, shot her, closed the door and left." Ziva said. "Professional."
"Do your crazy Mossad ninja skills tell you this?" Tony laughed.
"It was clean, efficient." She shrugged, ignoring Tony's mocking.
"You got anything else for us?" Tony asked.
"Come back later, then I might have some more." She smiled.
"Good job, Abby." He said, placing a Caf-Pow in front of the happy Goth.
"Hey." Tony said to Elsie who sat in his chair as he and Ziva walked into the squad room.
"Hey." She replied back
"You doing ok?" He asked.
"Yeah." She sighed. Tony ruffled the short brown hair of the girl and jumped up, walking to Ziva with an excited look on his face.
"You know who she reminds me of?" He said eagerly.
"No, Tony. Why do you have to equate everything to a movie?" She groaned.
"It's part of my charm." He spread his arms wide. "Scout."
"Scout?"
"Yeah, Jean-Louise Finch." Tony said.
"From 'To Kill a Mockingbird'." Ziva smiled and nodded. "A book reference for once."
"No I was talking about the film version of it." Tony nodded. "She has the same haircut, very similar dungarees." Ziva shook her head and laughed.
"Hey!" Gibbs said, walking up behind DiNozzo. "You got anything?"
"No boss, nothing that we didn't know at the scene."
Gibbs sighed and looked at his watch. "It's late, we're not gonna get anything done tonight. Go home, get some sleep. We pick it up tomorrow morning."
"You sure boss?"
"No DiNozzo, that's why I just told you to go home! Where's McGee?!"
"Here boss. I think I've got something." He carried his laptop over. "This is a file the Lieutenant was working on before he, er, boss…" He pointed to Elsie as she watched them.
"Just get on with it."
"Anyway, none of his other files were encrypted, but this one is encrypted big time, I mean, I don't know if I can read it."
"He was killed in a training accident, Probie." Tony hissed in his ear.
"Good job, McGee." Gibbs said, "Go home."
"Tony." Ziva sat bolt upright in bed, her gun clutched in her hand and pointed towards her bedroom door. "Did you hear that?"
"What, you waking me up in the middle of the night? Yeah."
"No, there is somebody else in my apartment." She kicked his shin and he sighed, grabbing his gun and slipping out of bed, pausing when he heard a noise.
"I was going to make a joke about Mossad and paranoia, but now I think you might be right." He said, walking to the door with her. "Ready?"
She nodded and pushed the door open as he flicked the light switch.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" She yelled, lowering her gun when she saw whom it was laying a blanket on her sofa.
"McGeek, What are you doing here?!" Tony yelled.
"Uh, I could ask you the same thing." Tim said.
"No, you couldn't. Let me rephrase the question, what the hell are you doing here?"
"My apartment sprung a leak."
"So you broke into my apartment?" Ziva raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you would be more understanding than Tony." He shrugged. "How long have you two been…"
"Been what, Probie?"
"Sleeping together." McGee said.
"How do you know that we were not doing paperwork?" Ziva asked.
"Because you are in one of Tony's Ohio State t-shirts and he is in just his boxers. I don't think they are paperwork clothes." He smiled.
"Venice." Tony sighed.
"Wow, you managed to keep this quiet for two months. Firstly, I think that is a new relationship record for you Tony, and it is most definitely the longest you have kept quiet about a relationship." McGee laughed.
"Do you want to sleep on my sofa or not, McGee?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, I know why you have to keep it quiet, Rule 12: never date a co-worker." Tim exclaimed, smiling. "So who else knows?"
"Nobody." Ziva said.
"Rule 4." Tony said. "The best way to keep a secret? Keep it to yourself. Second best? Tell one other person – if you must. There is no third best. You appear to be the second best option."
"Tony, I'm sorry." McGee sighed as Tony glared at him.
"You better be, Probie."
"Come on, Tony." Ziva turned to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Lets go back to bed." She leaned up and kissed him, smiling as she tugged his arm towards the bedroom. "Goodnight, McGee." She called through to him.
