March 3
It doesn't matter whether friends laugh with you or at you as long as you're laughing together.
Tony was nervous. This was not a normal occurrence for him, but this situation involved a crazy ninja Mossad chick and possible death.
This was all Abby's fault. The Goth had decided it would be fun to pull a prank on one Ziva David, and had roped him into it. He might not have needed much persuasion, but Abby did not have to get him involved. This could only end with Ziva killing both of them in a very painful manner.
Although it would be worth it. Abby had used her feminine know-how to dream up an evil plan, and he had made the switch. Right now, Ziva was showering away the results of a strenuous gym session, and he knew that she liked to clean her hair at the same time. To that end, a little bit of bleach had been mixed in with her shampoo. Abby had calculated the amount needed so that it would not hurt the Israeli, and he himself had given the bottle to the scientist so that it could be spiked.
If all went to plan, Ziva would not even notice what had happened until someone pointed it out to her. With a little luck, Gibbs would be the one to notice it. Not so that the pranksters could be head-slapped, but because Gibbs would not know what to say.
He sat up straight as Ziva walked back into the squad room, her brown hair now with streaks of orange. McGee was the first to notice, staring at her as though she had grown another head. The Israeli walked straight up to the Probie, glaring at him.
"Erm, Ziva?" McGee spluttered. "You have… you have…"
Gibbs made it easier for him. "Orange streaks in your hair."
Ziva stalked back to her desk and retrieved a mirror. It took one glance for her expression to turn to fury.
"TONY!"
He laughed, enjoying the moment. He was going to pay for this later.