Tony
made his way into work fully re-charged. He walked out the elevator
and into the bullpen.
"Morning team!" he grinned stretching
out his arms.
McGee glanced up and mumbled a morning. And Ziva, she barely looked up.
"Morning
Zee-vah," Tony said perching on the edge of her desk.
Ziva
looked up into Tony's grinning face and could not help but smile
sweetly. "Morning Toh-nee."
Tony beckoned Ziva forward as
if to tell a secret and whispered: "What's wrong with
McMumble?"
Ziva rolled her eyes and leaned back.
"I have no
idea Tony. Why not ask him yourself?"
McGee's head snapped
up.
"Ask me what?"
"Nothing" Tony said nonchalantly
walking over to McGee's desk and peering over his shoulder at the
computer screen. He whistled as he read the documents on the screen.
"Damn, McDebt, you're in debt! What did you buy?!"
McGee
scowled and said. "Tony, that figure isn't how much I owe. It's
how much I have at the moment."
Tony's eyes bulged a little as
he processed the information. "That's alot." He gasped.
McGee
smiled smugly. "Yes it is."
Ziva frowned, "Well why so
unhappy then? You should be happy yes?"
McGee shrugged "Well I
don't know what to do with it."
Ziva smiled. "How about a
charity?"
"Yeah," Tony piped in, "a charity called My
pocket."
McGee frowned and was about to say something when Gibbs
came speeding around the corner, coffee in hand.
"Gear up."
He said reaching into his drawer and then began walking to the
elevator. He spun around facing the three agents. "Today!" he
said and smirked as the three agents scrambled for their bags.