Ahhh! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm super sorry that I haven't updated in a while, I was having major doubts about this chapter, I kept rewriting it. But I finally finished it… And I guess I like it, even though I'm not 100% sure about the ending. Please review!
Disclaimer: No, NCIS isn't mine :(
"Abby…" Ziva heard Tony moan as he leaned his head back against the wall. Sitting down, Ziva reached over and gave Tony's hand a reassuring squeeze for a moment before pulling away again.
"Great." Gibbs muttered as the last few drops of coffee trickled down his throat. This was sure to be a very long night.
"Why isn't this button working?" Abby asked, flipping the emergency switch a few times before too sinking down in defeat.
"The power cut, we're not getting out for a while, Abby." Ziva replied, leaning into Tony, who happily put his arm around her. A quick flicker of a smile crossed her face as she thanked her lucky suns for the fact that it was pitch black in the elevator, or else she would probably gotten a million head slaps from Gibbs.
"Oooh!" Abby cried with glee, sounding much happier than she should in the present situation. "Good! We can play some games! Like, truth or dare! Or would you rather! Or spin the bottle!" Abby giggled, elbowing Tony.
"Ow! Who the heck just elbowed me?" Gibbs barked, dropping his empty coffee cup next to him and sitting down as well.
Well, Abby thought it was Tony… "Sorry Gibbs! I meant to elbow Ton- I mean… I was stretching!"
Gibbs, having caught Abby's mistake, glared. Something was up, he could feel it in his gut. And he was sure that he was going to find out what before they got out of this dang elevator. Something was also telling him that at least one of his rules were going to be broken tonight, he just hoped it was a minor one.
"So back to the game idea! How about we play… Would you rather?" Abby asked hopefully.
"No" Everyone said, not wanting to reveal anything about themselves.
"Fine… Oooh, Truth or Dare?"
"No."
"Well then, I'm not going to even suggest spin the b-"
This time, everyone practically yelled no, Gibbs being the loudest of all. Huffing in annoyance, Abby rolled her eyes, leaning back against the elevator doors. It looked like tonight was going to be yet another super boring night...
After about five minutes of sitting in complete silence, Abby finally stood up and started pacing. Ignoring Tony's annoyed cries when she trod on his foot, Abby kept walking in circles until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to escape soon or she might just go mad.
Per usual, Gibbs could practically read Abby's thoughts, so he stood up as well and put his hand on her shoulder. "Abs, calm down."
Turning around, hyperventilating, a frown line creased Abby's forehead as she tried to listen to her boss' words. "No, Gibbs. I can't! What if we're trapped in here forever!"
"Shhh, it'll be okay." Gibbs shushed, forcing Abby to stop walking in circles.
"I can always climb out of the emergency window-door thingie at the top of the elevator, Boss, and call for help." Tony suggested, looking up at where he suspected his boss to be in the pitch black elevator.
"I'll go!" Abby screamed, jumping up and down. "Gibbs, lift me up please?"
Gibbs bent down and a minute later, he heard the door fall open. Pulling herself up through the tiny space, Abby finally managed to lift herself into the elevator shaft. Standing up wobbly, she gripped the walls around her for support before looking up above her, where, about five feet away, the elevator door was slightly lit up. Stretching all the way on her tiptoes, Abby huffed out a breath as her knuckles made contact with the door.
"See you later, Ducky." Tim called, turning around and walking over to the elevator. Punching the button, he smiled as he thought about the conversation that he had just had with Ducky.
It had all started with Tim having to ask Ducky a question about the autopsy report that he'd handed him this morning. After a while, though, the topic had somehow changed to lost chances, and suddenly, Tim had found himself talking about how he really wanted to get back together with Abby, but it had been eight years and he didn't know what her feelings toward him were.
Ducky had told Tim to go for what he wanted, that if Abby turned him down, it would just go back to the way that it was before. After all, Tim had a feeling that Abby knew he liked her, he'd made it pretty obvious throughout the past few years, whether it was him getting jealous whenever she had a new boyfriend, or bringing her extra Caf-Pow!'s just as an excuse to see her. So, that's just what Tim was going to do. If Tony and Ziva could break rule number twelve, why couldn't he? Even if Gibbs did kill him, at least Abby would know how he felt.
Pressing the button again, Tim was brought out of his thoughts by a soft tapping sounding like it was coming from… The floor?
"McGee!" Bending down, Tim pressed his ear to the bottom of the door, trying to tell if he was really hearing Abby's voice, or if he was just imagining things.
"Abby?" He asked, pressing his ear against the door once more.
"McGee! Help, Tony, Ziva, Gibbs and I are all stuck in the elevator!" Abby faintly called back, her voice greatly muffled by the doors.
"No worries Abby," Tim called, hopping up. "I'll get you out of there."
An awkward silence had fallen over the current inhabitants of a certain elevator. Overhead, Abby had fallen silent at the promise of McGee going for help. Tony was greatly thankful for the silence, for it meant that he didn't have to explain anything to Gibbs just yet. In Ziva's opinion, she welcomed the silence, but it also scared her, reminding her of the days at a time she would spend alone in a cell in Somalia, waiting for them to come back and torture her once more. Gibbs could practically feel the tension in the air, and sitting back down, he decided to settle this once and for all.
"DiNozzo." He said, looking towards the corner on the opposite side of the elevator that he knew his Senior Field Agent was sitting in.
"Yes boss?" Gibbs could practically feel Tony grimace as he replied, no doubt sorry that he hadn't evaded questioning this time around.
"So, which rule have you broken now?" Gibbs asked, adding just a bit of edge in his voice. Hearing an audible gulp, Gibbs grinned. Now they were getting somewhere.
"W-what do you m-m-mean, boss?" Tony stuttered, trying to keep the worry out of his voice unsuccessfully. Next to him, Tony felt Ziva tense up. They both knew what was coming, and it wasn't going to be pretty.
This is it. Ziva thought, quickly scanning her surroundings. If needed, the only weapons available to her seemed to be a dead cellphone and her hair band. Of course Gibbs would choose to have this particular conversation in the smallest area possible. Ziva didn't know what she wanted to so, scoot closer to Tony and be comforted by his warmth, or edge away slowly so that Gibbs didn't suspect any more than he already did. Figuring that it would be smarter not to be curled up next to Tony when they talked, Ziva slowly moved away, frowning.
"You know what I mean, DiNozzo! Don't make me create rule 52 'never lie to your boss… or suffer the consequences.'" Gibbs threatened, raising an eyebrow.
Tony sighed, it seemed as if Gibbs already knew what was going on, and he just wanted Tony to admit it. Even though the agent felt as if he was walking straight into a trap, Tony gave Ziva's hand a nervous squeeze before answering.
"Rule twelve." Tony mumbled, looking at the elevator floor as he felt Gibbs' eyes boring into him. Shutting his eyes tight, Tony braced himself for the hardest head-slap of his life. A moment later, he opened them, confused when no head-slap came.
"Expecting a head-slap? All I have to say, is you better want this. If you don't… Get ready to basically work in a living hell. Oh, and if you even think of kissing in the building…" Gibbs trailed off, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
"YAY! Tony and Ziva can finally be together forever!" Abby giggled, hopping back down into the elevator, snapping the door shut behind her, just as the lights flashed back on and it finally began moving again.
"Timmy! You saved us!" Abby called, running over to a slightly pink McGee and hugging him.
"No, I really couldn't have done it without you, Abs." McGee replied, smiling down at the girl.
Tony sighed and stood up, brushing the nonexistent dust off of his pants. Turning around, he saw a smiling and slightly incredulous Ziva looking back at him. Her expression practically screamed I told you so, making Tony roll his eyes and stick out his tongue playfully at her. It looked like he had been worried for nothing, it turned out that Gibbs really didn't have a problem with-
SLAP! Whipping his head around, Tony was surprised to see a grinning Gibbs. Grinning? Looking back at Ziva warily, Tony noticed her wearing the same expression. Looking back at Gibbs, Tony opened his mouth to speak, but the older agent cut him off.
"That's for not telling me sooner, DiNozzo." Gibbs hit Tony again, even harder this time. "That's for disobeying rule twelve" Gibbs head-slapped Tony one last time, his eyebrows raised. "And that's for not breaking it sooner."
A look of pure astonishment was etched across Tony's face as his boss strode away towards the Director's office, picking a coffee off of his desk on the way. Feeling a slight pressure in his hand, Tony looked over to see Ziva slipping her hand into his, smiling as well. A grin spreading across Tony's face, he walked back into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, not caring in the least if it got stuck again. As the doors finally slid closed on the bull pen, a thought crossed Tony's mind, making his smile grow even larger. Even Gibbs, the man who seemed to have all of the answers and know everything you ever needed to know, was sometimes wrong.
Yay! Finished! Still not sure about the ending though… Please review! Thanks, byes! :