A.N. I only have two excuses for the lack of writing from my part. Yr 11 and writers block. This isn't amazing but at least it's something so PLEASE review and hopefully I can write more soon!

Dislciamer: Still I own nothing...

Based on the Season 6 Premiere

"Ohhh," the Very Special Agent in the desk next to McGee said, looking at his computer in a way that suggested he wasn't typing up reports.

"Hohohoo."

"Tony!" McGee snapped. "Could you please be quiet, some of us are actually trying to work here." Said agent lifted his head from the screen, sudden realisation adorning his features and his green eyes on the lookout for Gibbs and his impeccably times head slaps. His head then snapped to McGee, a mischievous smile that spelt trouble on his face.

"Take a look McGoogle; even someone like you has to enjoy this."

The mischievous smile was really starting to scare Timothy now.

With a quick tap on his keyboard, the image on Tony's computer popped up onto the plasma and McGee slowly got up from his desk, trying to figure out exactly what YouTube video Tony was watching now.

It was badly lit and very shaky but he quickly established it to be taken at some sort of bar or nightclub; a jazz number sung by a deep, rich singer in the background.
"Tony, why are we watching this?" the younger agent sighed but then the singer stepped into view and even though she was so pixelated that he couldn't make out any details he could see exactly why Tony was watching it.

The girl was hottt, with three 't's.

She was far away from the shaky filmer but he could see her extremely low cut dress and her tanned, bare back as she practically gave a guy at the bar a lap dance, her song moving effortlessly from English to flawless French.

"Wow," McGee stuttered as the singer prowled closer and closer to the aspiring Alfred Hitchcock and he could see Tony next to him praising the Lord for the invention of video cameras.

"That dress looks amazing," he finally finished, glancing briefly at the senior field agent.

"It would look a lot better on my floor," Tony replied as the camera settled unabashedly on her butt.

"Yes, I must say that it is looking quite lonely at the back of my closet now."

McGee vaguely noticed their third team member but as the camera-man had steadied his hand as the swinging of the hips took up most of the screen, whatever the ex-assassin had said had gone right over his head.

"I officially love the man who filmed this," Tony said, his eyes following the form on the screen as the camera slowly rose up the singer's lithe body to rest on her face and that was when realisation hit the two men like a well aimed roundhouse to the privates.

"If I remember correctly, it was a woman."

Ziva. Shit.

Her face on the video flashed left then right, panic written clearly on her face before the camera was quickly shut off, the camera...woman, swearing beforehand.

McGee watched as Tony turned to face the deadly Israeli but after his encounter with her and the bikini pictures he was quite happy just standing the other, trying to accomplish being invisible.

"McGee," she said, her words laced with the promise of pain. He had no choice but to slowly turn around, his eyes squinted in the hope that the less he can see of her the less she can see of him.

It didn't work.

A swift, very hard slap to the back of his head sent his eyes into haywire but he smiled gently because the anger in her eyes was fading and McGee still owned all of his important pieces.

"Maybe," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave and he suddenly knew this part wasn't for Probies to hear. "If you are a good boy you will be able to see it on the floor."

McGee turned scarlet and Tony and Ziva looked on chuckling as he hastily retreated from the embarrassing scene, mumbling something about Abby's lab along the way.

Tony was going to have to pay for that man's therapy.

Review! Jules