Much as it pains me to say it, I still don't own NCIS.

"Grab your gear, dead marine at Quantico."

Team Gibbs jumped up, relieved for the break in the mind numbing boredom of cold cases that had occupied most of their morning.

"What's happened Boss?" Tony asked as he snatched up his bag and followed Gibbs to the elevator.

"I know just as much as you do DiNozzo," came the reply as Gibbs climbed onto the elevator. He looked between his two male agents. "Where's Ziva?"

The three men looked back towards the bullpen to see their colleague slamming drawers and moving things around on her desk in an extremely flustered manner.

"David!" Gibbs yelled "Were you planning on joining us?"

Ziva looked up. "I can't find my badge or my sig," she admitted, a worried look on her face.

Gibbs glared at her briefly before turning to Tony. "Take her to the armoury and get her a replacement gun and a temporary ID. Follow us to Quantico. You have thirty minuets. Got it?"

"Got it Boss," Tony said exiting the elevator and making his way back over to the bullpen.

Ziva was now engaged in a frantic search under her desk and a smirk crossed Tony's face as he lent against the partition to enjoy the pleasant view of his attractive partners posterior.

"Well, Zee-vah," Tony said eventually.

Usually he wouldn't have had a hope in hell of scaring his ninja assassin of a partner but she had been so occupied in her search that his voice startled her and she jumped and hit her head on the desk, which only served to heighten Tony's enjoyment of the situation. Ziva crawled back out from under the desk and glared at Tony.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

Tony laughed harder, "Temper, temper. The boss told me to bring you down to the armoury for a gun and badge. We've only got thirty minutes so we'd better hurry."

It had taken about ten of their thirty minuets to get Ziva re-equipped and they should have made it to the crime scene in plenty of time. However, they had run into a complication. Who was going to drive?

"I am going to drive Tony!" Ziva declared, glaring.

"Like hell you are! I would actually like to survive this journey!"

"My driving is not that bad!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it is not!"

"Is!"

"Is not!"

"Is!"

"Is n..."

"What on earth is going on down here?"

Ziva and Tony turned slowly to towards the door, sheepish expressions on their faces, to meet the less than impressed gaze of Jennifer Sheppard.

"Well?"

"Uh, hi Director. Um, uh, well, you see..."

"Spit it out DiNozzo," Jenny snapped.

"Tony would not let me drive," Ziva supplied

Jenny turned to look at her. "That is why the two of you were down here screaming at each other like a couple of toddlers having a tantrum?"

"I was not having a tantrum!" Ziva yelled indignantly. "I just wanted to drive the car!"

Jenny raised her eyebrows as Tony snorted.

"No, of course you weren't having a tantrum Zee-vah, because that was the pinnacle of adult behaviour."

Ziva turned to her partner, a murderous look in her eyes, but before she could say anything Jenny interrupted.

"Enough! Tony, you drive. Ziva, for that outburst you've lost the privilege of driving any agency vehicle for the next month. And if I hear you fighting like that again there will be severe consequences, is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," Tony answered quickly.

Ziva opened her mouth to argue but thought better of it and settled with sending a fierce glare in Jenny's direction. "Yes Ma'am," she said through clenched teeth.

"Good. Now, if I were you I would hurry up. You don't want to keep Gibbs waiting."

Tony's eyes flew to his watch and he cursed loudly as he realised they only had six minuets left. He and Ziva flung themselves into the car and pulled out of he garage as fast as they could.

Jenny watched them go with a slight smile and a shake of her head. Director of a federal agency? Yeah right. Try Principle of an elementary school.

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