Hey guys! I am so very sorry for the long wait to the sequel I promised you, but my laptop broke down and I lost everything I had worked on. Lesson learned? Make a back-up. Always.
Thus, in the wait for the sequel to be posted, I have decided to post a little snippit of what is to come. Not necessarily a spoiler, as I won't be giving away the entire plot.
Hope you enjoy it in any case.
Disclaimer: Seriously?
It was a slow day at NCIS. Strange really, considering they were usually too busy to even know the definition of the term "social life". Also, the silence hanging upon the squad room was quite queer. Normally Tony would either be throwing paper balls at McGee's head, counting how many it took for the Probie to explode, or he would be teasing said Probie about – in Tony's opinion – his lack of a sex life. McGee's sex life that is. Because his own with Ziva was going awesome.
Being reminded of the Israeli beauty, he glanced over to where she was sitting at her desk across the way from him. She was typing intently, though for the life of him he could not think what she was working on, as they had no open cases. Probably the cold cases Gibbs told them to work on even though they rarely ever did.
It was too quiet. Much too quiet for Tony's liking. Something had to give. And it had to be soon, otherwise he was sure he was going to go insane.
Suddenly Ziva got up from her chair and made her way out of the squad room, to where he had no idea.
A few hours later, the four agents all still sat at their desks, pretending to be busy. A phone rang, finally breaking the silence. A male hand whipped out to pick the receiver up from its cradle, pressing it to his ear, only to flinch when Abby's voice came through much too loud.
"Could you come to my lab?"
"Yeah, what's this about?"
"I'll tell you when you get here. Just hurry!" she demanded before he could begin to formulate his answer.
Looking at the phone confusedly, he merely shook his head and got up to see whatever it was the Goth wanted from him.
He got on the elevator, and stood in silence – again – as he waited for the metal box to take him down to the right floor. As the doors slid open, he expected to hear loud music coming from inside the forensics lab, as was Abby's style.
But it was quiet there too.
This was really starting to get strange. The silence pressed in on him as he walked through the door and that was when he knew. Something was going to give. And soon.
He stood next to her table, waiting for her to look up from whatever she was doing as she has not acknowledged his presense yet.
Eventually she looked up. Slowly.
It gave when she spoke.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"