Hello again! I'm sure this is weird for some of you, considering I said that this story was over. Well, I just couldn't resist. I was feeling mischievious this afternoon, and well… this is what became of it.

Enjoy.

Part II

An Answer Is Out Of The Question

After a long period of silence, Tony and Ziva had scrambled to come up with an excuse for the black lace bra still dangling from the older man's finger, while McGee looked on in shock. He compared it to a car crash… terrible, but somehow you just couldn't look away.

"I mean… maybe someone misplaced it," Tony threw in.

"…of course I never wear those types of garish undergarments…" Ziva rambled, her hand gestures becoming steadily more extraneous as she got more panicked.

"Actually I heard we were having an office scavenger hunt today and that might be one of the items…"

"It is certainly not one of ours because I am wearing a bra and Tony and McGee do not usually wear bras… heh."

"You know, that might have fallen out of my back pocket…"

"…is probably Roy the mailboy playing another one of his juvenile pranks."

"I BET IT WAS VANCE'S…" Tony blurted out, catching the attention of most everyone in the near vicinity, and garnering a disbelieving face from Ziva, and an unreadable face from Gibbs. McGee just looked as if he was about to piss himself with pure and utter glee.

Tony met Ziva's eyes and found that they were bugged out at him, staring in complete disbelief. She jerked her head once, silently asking him, 'what the hell did you just say?!' He could only shrug in response, not entirely believing that those words had come out of his mouth himself.

"This sheer black lace bra I found on the bathroom doorknob… belongs to Vance?" Gibbs asked slowly, staying firmly in his spot and looking at Tony as if he was insane. The younger agent nodded, straightening himself in his seat and willing some of the trademark DiNozzo charm to get him out of this situation.

"Yes, Boss. You know how it is… cabin fever. You get cooped up in this hot old building all day long and you're bound to get a little loopy," he grinned, twirling his finger around his head and crossing his eyes, trying to convey the 'loopiness.' "Can't say I haven't considered it myself."

McGee was now recording Tony's speech on his cell phone, smiling like a little kid on Christmas. Ziva's face remained the same, still in disbelief at the words coming out of her partner's mouth.

"And you know, this office has needed a touch-up for a long time. Sometimes I just look over at that doorknob, all lonely and a dull gray color, and think 'hey, this could really use some sprucing up' and would you look at that! Somebody decided to do a little redecorating!"

In truth, Gibbs had known the minute Tony and Ziva had decided to "get together." He was upstairs, walking out of MTAC, when he Ziva jump into the younger man's arms, kissing passionately. He considered yelling at them to break them apart, but when he stopped to think about it, he decided to have a little fun with his agents. It was never a question of if, with them, only when. He had long since given up the ideal that Rule Twelve would be followed, only kept it there to see how long his agents would follow it. So he'd gotten into the elevator, gone on a coffee run, and returned an hour later to find them back in the squadroom. He'd excused himself to the men's bathroom (and he did actually have to go) and was somehow surprised when he found the bra hanging on the doorknob. He'd used the other bathroom facilities in the building, gone back to the first one, picked up the bra, and strode into the bullpen with his remark at the ready. As he watched Tony digging himself into a grave and Ziva completely shell-shocked and letting it happen, he decided it was all worth it.

"…really it was just a matter of time before Vance decided to show us his little playful side, and you know, he decided to pick a rather controversial item to make us all you know, freak out, just like we're doing now and…." Tony trailed off. McGee was teetering on the edge of his seat, his grin so wide it might break his face.

"You're telling me," Gibbs began, advancing closer to Tony's desk. "that my boss, the director of NCIS, goes a little'loopy'one day and plants a bra on the doorknob of the men's room… as a prank?" Tony's eyes went wide.

"No, no, of course not, not at all!" He looked down. "Well, yeah, actually yes. Yes, that it's." He looked up again, and was faced with his boss' penetrating glare, and as he looked, Tony realized that he was already done for.

"Uhhhhhhh….. this one's on me, Boss." He smacked the back of his head. Twice. Gibbs smiled, and took a step backwards to Ziva's desk. He gently placed the bra on top of it, watching as her eyes finally left Tony's face and snapped to his, a look of horror gracing her features.

"Hope you used protection!" Gibbs said, striding out of the bullpen with a smirk on his face, leaving two flabbergasted agents behind.

McGee was rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off.

Done!

Reviews are greatly appreciated, and I'm not sure if I'll add more to this, so let me know what you think. :D