"Tony, it is none of our affair," Ziva snapped at her partner, feeling less than happy with the man as he had just shoved her into the elevator.

He hadn't been very gentle about it, and neither had she when she had pushed him back in retaliation.

His reason had been to get her into the private spot as quickly as possible so he could speak about their teammate and her plans for this evening.

Ziva liked Tim and if she had a date tonight, well good for her. Of course, Ziva did question Tim's choice in men slightly if the 'Trent' of the phone call was the one and only Trent they all knew. But then again, Tim was a grown woman who could make her own decisions without them stepping in. And if Tim liked her men with an edge who were they to argue with her.

"That man is EVIL!" Tony snapped, pressing the emergency stop button and bringing the metal box to a banging halt.

Ziva looked up at her teammate in the now dimmer light. It was not often that Tony allowed his serious side to show – preferring to hide behind the practical joker. His concern wasn't a masked attempt to nosy into Tim's personal life and dating habits. He was actually worried about her.

Ziva thought and made up her mind rapidly. It would be better for her to be involved from the beginning than to have him go off on his own and do something stupid. At least she could hopefully pull him out of a situation if he landed himself in something requiring a rescue. Perhaps a rescue from McGee if the other woman found him involving himself in something that was none of his business.

"What do you want to do then?" she sighed, not liking this one little bit.

Tony smiled at her like a little boy getting his way and started the elevator moving again.

"We need to talk to Gibbs,"

They sat in Tony's car waiting for their boss to exit the building.

Ziva was starting to wonder if she could last another minute without killing Tony.

"Why Kort? I mean…it has got to be him, right? What other Trent could she know?"

"I do not know, Tony,"

"Yeah but why him?" he continued, deaf to her comments just like he had been since he had started his monologue.

"I do not know, Tony,"

"He's evil! He has screwed us ov-" he froze at that, closing his eyes and rubbing at them viciously.

"What is wrong now?" Ziva snapped irritably, glad that he had finally stopped the near constant stream of words but also worried by his sudden silence.

Perhaps his brain had had an accident like a computer. No…that wasn't the word. What was it? Crash! That was it. His brain had crashed and was re-starting.

"He is picking up her dry cleaning," he spoke slowly, like he was trying to work his way through a puzzle. All the colour had also drained from his face and his eyes were wide in panic.

"Yes Tony," Ziva sighed, going back to looking out of the window, still no sign of Gibbs, "We understood that from her side of the phone-call,"

"But what if he is picking up her dry cleaning?" she could hear him turning in his seat and she turned her head to him.

He grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her to face him completely. He shook her.

Ziva batted him away impatiently.

"That is what he is doing Tony. We have established this," Idiot!

He looked at her as though she was the one losing her mind and shook his head in wonderment.

"Is this some American thing?" she queried.

"Ziva, what if-" he gulped.

Ziva was shocked. It appeared that Tony had been rendered speechless by himself. Proof that indeed anything was possible.

"Just say it Tony!" she finally exploded at the same time as Tony spoke.

She blinked at him. Had she heard him properly?

"What?"

"Sleeping together? Horizontal tango? Taking an adult nap? Exchanging bodily fluids?"

It was obvious that Tony was having some kind of breakdown and yes, she had heard him right the first time around.

"Why is this disturbing you so much?" she asked, "I am sure Trent is not the first man Tim has 'tangoed' with," the look of naked terror and shock on his face had Ziva rushing to add, "If that is the case,"

"Tim is the baby of the team," he sulked, "It's just…just wrong!"

And that was that.

It took nearly twenty minutes for Gibbs to make an appearance and Ziva was glad to finally have the opportunity to leave the car as she sprinted behind Tony to Gibbs' side.

"Gibbs," Tony didn't waste any time with hellos, "we have to do something,"

Gibbs stood and stared at them in the light of the lamp he was parked under. He had been just about to get into his car and was still standing with the door open, but now he slammed it shut and leaned back against it.

To Ziva's surprise he didn't seem at all annoyed by this delay to his evening. In true Gibbs fashion he appeared as though he had been expecting their appearance.

"Like what, Tony?" Gibbs asked, folding his arms across his chest and studying them both.

"I don't know…Ground her!"

Ziva bet Gibbs to the head slap.

She glared at Tony, ignoring his hurt expression.

"Tim is not some teenager to be locked in the house, Tony,"

"But she has to be in trouble. This is Kort we are talking about. He has to be taking advantage of her," Tony looked between her and Gibbs, both of them remaining silent.

"Dry cleaning, Boss!" he waved his arms about in an attempt to get the point across that Ziva had missed.

Gibbs did not have the same problem as she had, and got Tony's point immediately.

"Fine,"

What?

Ziva cast a look of surprise at Gibbs. He wasn't serious was he?

"We follow them-" Tony whooped in victory, "discreetly, DiNozzo,"

Gibbs then looked to her and she narrowed her eyes trying to get across her feelings on the matter without speaking. He understood her alright. And proceeded to ignore her.

"McGee just went back in with her things, follow her and stay close, do not let her see you,"

"Gibbs, I do not think this is wise," she spoke her mind before she left, wanting it known that she did not approve of spying on their teammate.

Tim was…Tim. She wasn't the type to get into trouble or in over her head. And if she ever did Ziva was certain she would come to them.

"This will just be a case of observing, Ziva, nothing more. Just make sure she doesn't see you. Either of you," he pointed at them both, his eyes hardening.

"Yes Boss,"

"Yes Gibbs,"

The whole Trent/Tim thing kind of exploded in my head when I was writing these…so yeah…

Like I said before, the idea of the team spying on Tim with Trent seemed very realistic to me after their previous dealing with him.

Have a nice day/evening.

Take care everyone.

:)