Hey guys! Just before you frown at how short this is, this is supposed to be short(I guess you could say for dramatic purposes), but fret not! I'm uploading a few chapters, partly because this is really short and partly to make up for not updating for (I think 2?) days.
Gibbs took a sip of bourbon from his mug, savoring the taste before swallowing it. Light footsteps descended the stairways. "Mm… Hey Ziva. Where have you been?" he said, and turned, to see Ziva standing at the base of the staircase, in her usual light brown cargos, and leather jacket.
"Around." Ziva replied. Gibbs offered her the mug of bourbon, which she politely refused.
"I'm guessing you were at the shooting range." He said, before adding, "You sure?" Ziva hesitated for a moment, before smiling.
"No." she said, reaching for the mug, and took a sip. Gibbs smiled too, and cleaned out a jar. "It's a school night." She added, taking another sip. Her boss shrugged.
"Today credits it." He said. "We got sent to the principal's office."
"Vance? What happened?"
"McGee and DiNozzo fought." Gibbs said, taking another sip. Ziva was about to speak when Gibbs continued. "In the office. Vance got it on tape."
"How bad was-"
"DiNozzo needed four stitches." Ziva felt vaguely amused. Tony getting beaten by McGee?
"How did-"
"Stapler." Gibbs cut in, smiling. Ziva cocked her head to one side. She, too, was smiling.
"Why do you keep on-"
"Finishing your sentences?" Gibbs answered. Ziva smirked.
"Well, Abby's right. You do have that-"
"Psychic sense." Gibbs and Ziva exchanged looks, breaking into smiles, and their laughter echoed into the night.
Okay quick, click next chapter! This is a little Gibbs-Ziva bit I did because I really love the father-daughter relationship they have hee hee:) If you liked it (or didn't), tell me in a review! And maybe follow or favorite this story while you're at it!
- Eliza