McGee opened the elevator doors, a wide grin on his face.

Man, if only Tony could see what he was planning!

He walked over to his desk, and, suddenly, his wide grin was replaced by a look of pure horror.

His desk and corner of the bullpen was covered in…pictures. He examined them closely. They had a large picture of Josh Hutcherson, dirty and sitting by a river, and it read "I HEART PEETA" all over it. Hundreds of the same photo completely encased his desk, computer, and corner. He clenched his teeth, and went to work, ripping off the pictures.

Tony and Ziva peeked around the corner, falling over themselves with the effort not to burst out laughing.

"High five for Team Peeta!" Ziva whispered excitedly.

"Oh yeah!" Tony cried, high-fiving his teammate. "Come on, let's go get a coffee. I have a feeling McFangirl will be peeling off those wonderful photos for a while."

"Why?" Ziva asked. "There's only so many."

It was all Tony had to not totally implode from contained laughter.

"I used superglue."

McGee, however, looked hurt and sad as he pulled the photos off of his desk and chair. Tony's look softened.

"Aww, Zi, he looks hurt."

Ziva rolled her eyes. "Not really."

"Ziva, maybe we took it a little far."

She studied McGee's features. "Yeah. Maybe we did."

"Come on. I'm gonna go apologize." Tony stood up, and turned the corner into the bullpen. McGee's feet were firmly planted on the ground as he tugged at the pictures, trying desperately to peel them off before Gibbs came back and he was totally humiliated.

Tony tapped the Probie on the back.

"Hey, McGeek-uh, McGee, I came to apologize."

McGee turned around. "It's okay Tony; you got me. I just don't want the boss man to headslap me for anything."

"I, too, am sorry, McGee. I guess we took it a little far." Ziva nodded hurriedly. McGee smiled.

"Nah, it's okay. Here, make up hug."

McGee opened his arms, indicating an embrace. Ziva hugged him. "Sorry."

"It's fine. You too, Tony." He opened his arms.

Tony shook his head. "I'm a man, McGee- I don't do hugs."

"Come on. You know you want to." He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, all right." Tony caved, taking the younger agent in a warm embrace. "Hey, we're going to get a coffee- want anything?"

"Sure." McGee reached into his back pocket. Tony waved his hand. "Don't. I got it this time." He winked. "But you owe me, Probalicious." He joked.

McGee laughed. Tony and Ziva waved as they stepped into the elevator. McGee waved back, smiling.

Once he was sure they were gone, he opened up his palms to reveal their cell phones.

He took out his own and called his teammate.

"Hey, Abs, Phase One of Operation: Gale's Conquest is complete." His grin was quite literally from ear to ear.

Ziva and Tony exited the elevators, coffees in hand. Ziva handed one to McGee, a caramel macchiato (his favorite). He happily sipped the delicious and hot coffee. "Thanks, guys!" He cried.

Ziva sat at her desk. "Aha! See, Tony! I told you: they were right here on our desks!" She cried, pointing at them.

"Oh. Hey, McGee, you messing with our cell phones?" Tony joked. McGee laughed. "Why would I do that?"

"To get even for the photo thing."

"Nah. Let bygones be bygones, that what I say." McGee sighed, typing something. It was actually an instant message to Abby.

Call Ziva in about 20 seconds.

DING.

Okay.

Suddenly, Gibbs came striding in. "Whatcha got?"

"Well, this is what we have so far: the night before Petty Officer Carmichael was murdered, he had met up at a bar with-"

NOW.

McGee called Tony's number and, at the same moment, Abby had called Ziva's phone down from the lab.

Suddenly, an extremely irritating voice began singing extremely loudly.

HORNY OVER MY HUN-TAH!
Yeah, I'm HORNY FOR MY HUN-TAH!
HIS PERFECT ABS AND SUPER STRENGTH
GETTING HORNY FOR MY HUN-TAH

Tony scrambled to find the noise, only to realize that it came from none other than his cell phone.

Ziva realized that it wasn't just Tony's phone- it was hers too!

Both of the federal agents, flushed and flustered, fumbled for their phones, but hadn't managed to shut it off until the irritating thing had played about three times through.

The whole bullpen was silent. McGee was choking on his contained laughter.

"DiNozzo! David!" Gibbs suddenly snapped. The two agents gulped.

"Yes, boss?" They both asked.

"Would either of you like to explain what in the hell that just was?" He asked, deadly quiet.

"Umm...not really." Tony mumbled.

"Here's a little advice: vibrate." Gibbs growled, walking away. "And if I hear it again, Ziva and Tony, I will take your phones and shove it up your-"

Suddenly, his phone rang. "Yeah? Oh, hey Abs….Be right down." He shut his phone, and hurried to the elevator.

Tony and Ziva stood there, shocked. Then, they both slowly turned around. They both wore the same, deadly expression. McGee's smile quickly turned to into an expression of fear.

"Hey, McGee, would you happen to anything about what that was all about?" Tony asked casually.

McGee wondered which death would be more painful- death by Tony or Ziva.

"Uhhh…ummm…n-not that I c-could s-say." His stutter was returning.

"Really? And if I asked Abby, she would say the same?" Ziva raised an eyebrow. He had a look on that McGee had once seen before, when he was a boy scout. He once had to interact with a poisonous viper. Her look would probably send the viper slithering away.

He nodded hastily. "Yeah."

"You sure."

He gulped. "Positive."

"We're watching you, McTrouble." Tony gave a cold stare to the Probie before turning away.

"Ziva, I was wrong."

She cocked her head. "About what?"

"We didn't take things a little too far." He grinned evilly. "In fact, we're just getting started."

Well, what do you think? Please, guys, love me. Review me."

-Vi