EAT WHAT YOU KILL.
"It wasn't me Tony."
"But it had to be."
"I told you it wasn't."
Although she knows she'll regret it Ziva can't take it any more and joins the argument. "What are you two talking about?"
"Someone" DiNozzo glares at McGee leaving no doubt who he thinks someone is. "Someone changed the settings on my personal email."
"So?"
"So, for the past month people have been getting emails from me that claim to come from Tony 'Sex Machine' DiNozzo."
"And what evidence do you have that it was McGee who did this to you?"
"Evidence? I don't need evidence. Changing the setting is so easy Gibbs could do it but McGates here is the only person I know who could get past my password."
"But I didn't Tony."
"If I can prove you did then you are dead meat."
Ziva bursts into unrestrained laughter causing her colleagues to look at her with some concern. A laughing David being a most uncommon and therefore slightly alarming sight.
"What's so funny Ziva?"
"The thought...that you could...I..." She wipes her eyes. "The thought of you killing McGee."
"Thanks Ziva."
"Sorry Tim. All I meant was that the image of Tony being able to kill you is somewhat amusing."
"I've killed before you know." Tony responds mystified as to what she is finding so funny.
"Of course but that is in the line of duty; as a result of being at work. I can not believe that you could easily turn McGee into dead meat whatever he had done to you."
"Ah." As usual with their newest colleague Tony is unsure quite where to start in replying to her.
"I am sure that if I had to I could kill McGee but..."
"Hey!"
"Sorry probie. However the expression just means the person is in big trouble not that they will actually be made into dead meat."
"Oh."
"I'm going for coffee." He strides out of the bullpen. A few minutes later Ziva looks over from her desk as she realizes McGee is staring at her.
"What?" He just continues to stare. "Don't worry. You taught me well. He'll never find out it was me."