Get even

The doors of the elevator open and Gibbs, with his fresh piping hot coffee in hand, enters the bullpen. Nothing like his twice double expresso to make his day better, he approaches his teammates and he suddenly starts to walk slower, staring at his senior agent, until he finally stops before his desk.

His senior agent, the very special Agent DiNozzo is moaning. And tied up with duct tape all over himself, his arms and legs bound to his own chair, and a small piece of silver duct tape was covering his mouth. His eyes were agitated, begging for help.

Gibbs looks at the other agents. McGee is calmly typing on his computer, he only glances briefly at Gibbs, says "Hi, Boss," and goes back to work. Ziva is looking at something on her computer, but she has a smart smile on her face, she looks at Gibbs, smirks, and goes back to work.

He approaches her desk, looks back at DiNozzo, and asks "Do I even want to know?". Her smile gets even bigger. "Probably not," she keeps on typing.

He sees Buchanan coming from the break room with a bottle of water and some chocolate bars. She approaches him, "Hi, Boss," glances at DiNozzo slyly, throws a chocolate bar to Ziva, another to McGee and goes to her desk. Still standing, she rips the package and starts eating, "uhm, good chocolate."

Gibbs looks back at Tony, who is moving his head sideways, and looking at the new agent with fear in his eyes. Gibbs looks at Buchanan, she has a tiny smile on her face, and she keeps on eating her chocolate bar and looking at Gibbs, just waiting for him to say anything.

"Care to explain?"

"He pissed me off." She shrugs, looking down at the chocolate and peeling the plastic off the candy and Tony moans.

Gibbs looks back at his senior agent, who has his eyes closed and is shaking his head. He opens his eyes and pleads with his eyes to be set free.

Buchanan sees his desperation, approaches the senior agent and none too gently rips the duct tape from his face.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH", he shouts in pain.

"Don't be a wuss, Tony," she says smiling, turns and return to her desk.

Gibbs is staring downhis agent, who is making faces to get the sensation back. After some moments, he looks up, "Boss, she's crazy, she attacked me!"

"She gave you fair warning, Tony," says McGee, as he turns on his chair and looks at his tormentor of so many years, "she told you you would regret it." He smiles.

"Look at the bright side," says Ziva, at least she didn't use your insides as modern art," she smirks.

Gibbs looks at Ziva, and she smiles at him and goes back to her work. Gibbs approaches DiNozzo. "What brought this on?" "She attacked me after I asked McGeek something, I don't remember boss, she just…"

She heard him again, and approaches his desk with determination, "how did you call McGee this time? I don't think I heard it correctly." Tony shuts up. "You are crazy," he mutters. She smiles, "I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every single moment of it." Tony gulps. "Now," she points to McGee, "let's do a refresher course: What is his name?"

"McG…" she gets the duct tape and gets a piece of it, and his eyes become huge. "McGee, his name is McGee," her smiles gets bigger, "and what is my name?"

He gulps, "Buchanan, Joy Buchanan," she puts the tape down. "Very good, now if we repeat this exercise everyday you might remember that," she turns around, smiles at Gibbs, and starts returning to her desk. "Hey, I've learnt my lesson, can't you set me free?"

She looks back at him and shrugs, "why should I?" Tony fidgets in his chair, and moves his arms, trying to set them free from the duct tape that holds them against the chair. "I need to go to the men's room." She keeps looking at him for some seconds, without expression on her face. She turns, goes to her desk, and comes back to with a paper cup in her hands.

She approaches him, puts the paper cut in the middle of his legs, between his knees, closes them holding the cup firmly there, and "Good luck," she stands up and walks away, "I hope you are good at aiming that."

Gibbs shakes his head, and Tony is looking at the cup with a horrified face.

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