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"McGoo, if you so much as consider dumping me in a sewer, stuffing me in one of the drawers in Autopsy, or, worst of all, send me on a long car ride with Ziva, you will find yourself permanently super-glued to your keyboard."

A sharp slap was delivered to his right bicep.

"I-What?" McGee stopped in his tracks, a blindfolded Tony crashing into him. "No, I would never-those are things you would do, Tony. Not us. Well, maybe Ziva." The mentioned agent let out a low, almost-suggestive chuckle.

McGee shook his head, continuing to walk towards his destination in the car garage. He heard Tony stumble as he was dragged along by Ziva, who had linked her arm with his.

"All right, let him go, Ziva," McGee said when they had reached their journey's end. He then untied the man's blindfold, and watched an expression of disbelief, horror, and anger map itself out on Tony's face.

"That was low, McGee. That was really really low."

In Tony's parking spot, there was nothing but a small, rectangular, black and orange sign, reading:

SOLD.

Tony hadn't even fathomed how to get back at McGee when he heard the honk of horn emanating from behind him.

"Tony!" he heard Ziva call. He whipped around, realizing that she must have had something to do with this particular bit of skullduggery.

But instead, he saw what must be a figment of imagination rolling toward him.

Ziva was at the wheel of a 1965 Aston Martin DB5, exactly like the one in Goldfinger. With the touch of a button, she even made the front license plate change. Right then, driving that car, with her hair loose and wild, and her eyes hidden by sunglasses, she could have been a goddess.

"Close your mouth Tony; you will catch spiders," she teased. He didn't even bother to correct herm but instead clamped his mouth shut and walked in a dazed trance to the shining silver vehicle. It was beautiful…it was magnificent…it was utterly Bond-

"Want to take it for a spin?" McGee said from behind him. Tony turned around to look at the man, now with a halo shimmering over his head, and nodded.

"Uh huh!" he replied in a higher-than-normal voice. He heard Ziva get out of the car, and then caught the keys she tossed to him. With a grin, she crossed over to the passenger side door and got in, indicating that she was coming with him. When a malicious thought crossed his mind, he whispered to the junior agent, "Hey did you install all of the special toys from the movie?"

The other man caught his drift and smirked. "Not any of the firepower, but I did install that."*

His day brightened, Tony clapped a hand on McGee's shoulder before striding over to the silver car. "You're a good man, Mr. Gemcity."

"Happy birthday, Tony."

*Goldfinger reference: In the car featured in the movie, Q (the tech guy) made the passenger seat an ejector seat. Remember that Ziva is currently in the passenger seat.

A/N: So I did not want to clog up the beginning with a long Author's Note, so I put it here.

HOLY GUACAMOLE! I am simply ASTOUNDED by all the reviews and alerts I received! You guys are great, and totally made my year (or at least, what is left of it). Thank you so, so much, and keep reviewing! Goodness, I can not stop smiling, you guys make me so happy!

I tried to get this out early, so if there are grammar mistakes, I am really sorry. I proofread it four times, because I am a little paranoid. But I may have missed something. Yeah, I know it may not be quite as funny as the previous one, so I will try and do better!

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(I think the next chapter will be up Monday/Tuesday, because I have a lot of stuff to do this weekend)