Tony was humming softly to himself as he stepped off of the elevator. Tossing his bag on the floor by his desk, he surveyed the room. McGee was sitting at his desk, most likely finishing the report that Gibbs had dumped on them the night before. Tony knew he should feel bad about making the Probie do all of the work, but his date had been planned for a week, and there was no way Anthony DiNozzo would cancel a date with a co-ed.
Looking at the desk across from his, he was surprised to find that Ziva was not there. It didn't take him long however to figure out where she had gone.
"Your date must have gone well last night, yes?"
Starting, and spinning around, he found himself face to face with the very person he had just been thinking of. Flopping back in his chair and putting his feet up, he focused on her question.
"What makes you say that Zee-Vah?" He his own special pronunciation of her name just to annoy her.
"You were humming, and usually that indicates that you are happy, no?"
"Maybe. Or, maybe I just have a song stuck in my head."
"What song DiNozzo?"
"Nothing Boss."
Ziva flopped down in her own chair, unconsciously mirroring Tony's own posture. Gibbs Stopped behind his desk long enough to grab his gun and badge from the drawer, before he headed for the elevator. Realizing that no one was following him, he shouted over his shoulder, "Are you waiting for an invitation?"
"On your six boss." Scrambling to grab their gear, they rushed to join him, silently fighting to be the first one in the elevator.