Hi peeps! Super sorry for the longish wait, I've kinda been ignoring this chapter for a while, I didn't really know what to do with it… But I've finally decided! I hope you like! :)
Disclaimer: Unfortunatly, I don't own NCIS and probably never will, so I should really stop asking for it for my birthday…
Lazily opening his eyes, Tony DiNozzo squinted as the bright morning light temporarily blinded him. That was strange, Tony usually kept his blinds shut in the morning so that he could snatch a few extra minutes of shut eye before heading off to work. Finally opening his eyes completely, the Federal Agent was surprised to see that he was in Ziva's living room.
It was then that everything came back to him, driving through the pouring rain as he rushed to get to Ziva's house. Finally making up with her before blabbing about how he might have accidentally revealed to Abby, Ducky, and Palmer that he and Ziva had broken rule number twelve and were going out. Groaning, Tony shut his eyes again, thinking about the oncoming prospect of telling Gibbs about his relationship.
Taking a deep breath, Tony wondered how on earth he was going to do it. Possibly walk up to him and say "Hey Boss, forgot to tell you, but I've been dating Ziva for the past month. Hope you don't mind!" and then run away as fast as his legs could carry him. Or maybe, he'd go over to Gibbs' house later that night and break the news to him then.
Suddenly, it hit him, "I'll just get little old McProbie to tell Gibbs that we're dating! Then Gibbs would head slap him and not me!"
Smiling, Tony stretched and slowly stood up, making his way to the kitchen. As he walked through the door, Tony was greeted with the smell of pancakes fresh off the griddle. Looking around, he noticed Ziva standing by the stove, sliding one last pancake onto a heaping plate. Tony grinned as he walked over to her, snatching a pancake off of the plate slyly.
Yelping, Tony dropped the searing hot pancake and rushed to run his hand under the faucet, glowering at Ziva's laughter behind her. Shutting off the tap, he turned around to see Ziva sitting at the table, trying to hold back a smile as she cut up her breakfast. Still looking annoyed, Tony grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and sat down across from Ziva.
The two ate in silence for a moment, Ziva smirking at Tony while he glared back. Finally, Ziva broke the silence, wanting to figure out what they were going to do about Gibbs. "Tony, what are we going to do? How are we going to tell Gibbs?"
"Well…" Tony began before Ziva cut him off.
"Do not tell me that you are going to get McGee to do it and then run away quickly. We need to do this ourselves, it will be better that way."
"Why? Wouldn't it be much better if McGee lost a few more braincells than me loosing all of mine?" Tony asked, pouting. Seeing Ziva's expression, he rolled his eyes and shoved another piece of pancake in his mouth.
Frowning for a moment, Tony stood up, walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of chocolate syrup and whipped cream, grabbing a container of sprinkles as he walked back to his chair. Sitting down, the Very Special Agent proceeded to slather all of these ingredients on his pancakes. Taking a bite, Tony smiled, his teeth specked in sprinkles, and earned a grimace from Ziva.
"That is disgusting, Tony. And it is really bad for you." Ziva said, wrinkling her nose.
"But it tastes good!" Tony responded, sounding like a five year old.
"Anyways, I think we should approach Gibbs alone, possibly in the elevator, and tell him then." Ziva suggested, standing up and washing her plate off in the sink.
"Do you really think telling Gibbs in a small, confined space is a good idea? Okay…" Tony trailed off, joining Ziva at the sink once he finished his colorful meal.
"Do you have any other ideas?" Ziva asked, placing her plate in the dishwasher. Tony opened his mouth before Ziva cut him off, grimacing once again as he washed his chocolaty mess down the drain. "Not including McGee."
Tony snapped his mouth shut and grinned, putting on the classic DiNozzo charm. "Well then, we'll just have to go with your plan, won't we Zeevah?" He stated sarcastically.
"Yes." Ziva replied simply, ignoring the sarcasm in his voice. "You should get going, you still have to go home and change before you drive to NCIS."
"Ooooor, I could stay here and not go to work today." Tony said, smiling widely.
"Ha ha." Ziva replied, opening the front door.
"Morning, McGee." Ziva called cheerily, walking out of the elevator and dropping her bag by her desk.
"Hey, Ziva." McGee replied, typing feverishly. After a minute, he groaned and slumped back into his chair.
"What is the matter, McGee?" Ziva asked as she sat down and turned on her own computer.
"My computer has a virus." McGee replied, repeatedly knocking his head against the back of his chair.
"Didn't you say that your computer has the newest Flamewall?" Ziva asked, clearly confused.
"Firewall, and yeah, I updated it just last Tuesday!" McGee responded, looking at his computer incredulously as it started beeping erratically.
Suspecting that Tony had something to do with McGee's computer troubles, Ziva rolled her eyes and pulled a book out of her bag. No sooner than she'd read two paragraphs, though, than a loud voice pulled her back to reality.
"Good morning, how are my two favorite Probies?" Tony asked, strutting out of the elevator.
"Fine." McGee muttered, again attempting to sort out his computer. Ziva again rolled her eyes as Tony flashed her a mischievous grin, confirming her suspicions about him hacking McGee's computer.
"What's the matter, McDowner?" Tony asked, sitting down and throwing his jacket behind him lazily.
"My computer has a virus." McGee replied, giving up and shutting down his computer.
"Awwww poor probe-kins is no where without his computer!" Tony cooed, leaning back in his chair, grinning.
"Shut up." McGee murmured, glaring at Tony.
"Both of you shut up. Grab your gear. Dead marine, coffee shop." Gibbs barked, striding into the bullpen, coffee in hand.
"Yes boss!" Tony said, jumping up and grabbing his bag. "You know, you really should change the password on your computer, Probie." Tony called back towards a stunned McGee as he followed Gibbs into the elevator.
Flash! Tony looked down at the camera to see Ziva looking surprised, her hair falling out of it's pony tail. Grinning, he looked up to see the real Ziva rolling her eyes at him.
"What?" Tony asked, seeing her expression.
"How are we supposed to tell Gibbs?" Ziva asked, her expression serious once again.
"I thought we decided that this morning, Zi. Remember, corner him in the elevator or when we're alone with him?" Tony said, snapping a photo of the coffee shop's broken front door.
"I'm starting to think that maybe that isn't the best plan…" Ziva replied, a frown line creasing her forehead.
"No worries, Zi, everything will be fine." Tony answered cooly, trying not to show how scared he actually was at the prospect of telling Gibbs that he was dating Ziva with no respect for his rule against it.
"DiNozzo! Stop chatting and come bag and tag this!" Gibbs yelled from across the room, making Tony jump for feet in the air before rushing over to his boss.
"Ziva, will you come down to my lab? I need an extra pair of hands." Abby said over the phone sweetly.
Once Ziva agreed, she placed the phone on the table and turned back to her computer, analyzing the evidence from the day's case. Hearing the of the elevator, Abby quickly plastered her most delightful smile on her face and turned around to see a slightly scared looking Ziva walking into the room.
"Hey Abby…" Ziva trailed off, looking around frantically. It was now clear that she was extremely nervous about what Abby was going to say.
"Oh, hi Ziva." Abby replied, waiting a few moments for dramatic effect. Finally, when the silence seemed almost unbearable, she exploded. "How could you not tell me about you and Tony! Seriously, Ziva, I thought we were like sisters, and sisters tell each other everything! Okay, maybe not everything, but still! I can't believe you kept something like this from me for so long! Even though I can understand why, you were probably worried that I would react like this… But still!"
"I'm sorry, Abby." Ziva squeaked, taking a step towards the door.
"Okay! Anyways, oh my gosh! I can't believe you and Tony are finally dating!" Abby said, giggling like crazy and pulling Ziva into a spastic hug.
"They're what?"
Oooohhhh! I wonder who's standing in the doorway! *I have a pretty good idea of who it is, but I'm not positive :)*
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