A/N: So really, this was supposed to be up by Saturday, but I had a soccer tournament all weekend (from which I now have several bruises). I've decided that I'm going to go in a bit of a different direction with the story rather than originally planned. I hope you like it! Please review!
Disclaimer: At this point I'm pretty sure we all know that I don't NCIS. At all.
Gibbs sighed in annoyance as the cool, steel doors slid shut in front of him. A moment later, they reopened, and he met the choruses of "Sorry Gibbs" with a silent glare. Jenny smirked and shook her head as she entered the elevator. The ride up to the fifth floor was quiet, and the team shifted nervously, all pondering the mission ahead.
McGee and Abby stepped out first, and headed for their suite. Tony and Ziva got off the car at the eighth floor, leaving Gibbs and Jenny alone in the elevator. The director made sure to put herself between the silver haired man and the emergency stop.
Gibbs leaned comfortably on the railing, staring up at the changing floor numbers. Jenny watched him, but didn't speak. As the elevator doors opened, she stepped in his way, forcing him to meet her eyes.
"What, Jen?"
His expression was unreadable, which only frustrated Jenny more. "How long are we going to keep this up?"
"Well that depends on what you're talking about. We'll continue to use the elevator while we're here, unless you prefer climbing eleven flights of stairs," he stated. His usual smirk graced his features as he spoke.
"You know damn well what I meant, Jethro," Jenny spat, turning on her heel and heading towards their room.
Not looking back, she continued, "It's 3:30 now, call the rest of the team, and tell them that we'll all meet down in McGee and Abby's room at 5:30, when everybody starts heading to dinner. That way, we shouldn't attract too much attention."
Gibbs caught up to the red head and stopped her. "It's my team, maybe I think we should go later."
Jenny faced him with an even glare. "My agency. We go at 5:30." With that, she slid her keycard on the door handle, and entered their room.
Gibbs let the door close behind her and sighed, running a hand through his hair as he whipped out his phone.
This trip is going to bite me in the ass.
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"Got it, Gibbs." Ziva hung up her phone and turned to tell Tony about when they had to meet down at McGee's room. Looking around, she didn't see her partner anywhere.
"Oh man, I'm in heaven. Somebody pinch me!"
Ziva rolled her eyes and followed the voice of her partner into where the TV was, to find Tony staring wide eyed at a long shelf full of DVDs. She smiled at his childish behavior, then promptly crossed the room and pinched his side.
"Ouch, god, what was that for Ziva?" Tony spun around and found Ziva laughing at the incredulous look on his face.
"You said 'Somebody pinch me!' so I did."
Tony rolled his eyes. "It's a figure of speech, one of our American sayings."
"Oh, I know," his partner grinned.
A smile came over DiNozzo's face. "Oh now you're going to get it!"
He began to chase Ziva around the room, the two of them jumping over furniture and teasing each other the whole way. Finally, Tony jumped on the couch and cut Ziva off, pulling her down to the seat next to him.
Both enjoying the close proximity, Tony gave her his signature DiNozzo grin. "Now, Miss David, since you resisted my grasp, you are condemned to watching a movie with me until we have to go down to McGoo's suite."
Ziva smirked back up at him. "Oh please, I handle this every week."
Tony smiled and slid a disc into the DVD player. When he sat back down, he casually draped his arm over the back of the couch, and Ziva leaned into him slightly.
"You know, clothing isn't totally necessary for movie watching, Zee-Vah."
In return, his partner gave a small laugh and punched him lightly. "In your dreams."
Tony looked down at her and grinned, "How did you know?"
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McGee hurried to get a video feed through to Washington. Abby helped him set up, as Gibbs paced around impatiently, Jenny watching him.
"Where the hell were you two?" Gibbs demanded as Tony and Ziva walked in.
"Sorry boss, fell asleep on the couch during our movie," Tony told him, rubbing his own eyes as Ziva yawned beside him.
Gibbs narrowed his eyes at the pair, but said nothing. "Abby, McGee, let's go!"
"We're in," Abby told them. The group huddled around the webcam, watching Vance on the other side, holding papers in his hand.
"How are you liking Paris?"Vance asked pleasantly.
Gibbs cut in before anyone could answer. "Fantastic. We're here, Leon, now what does SecNav want us to do? We're going to need details if any thing's going to be accomplished."
Vance consulted the sheets in his hand before answering. "Says here that the next step is to get to know your team and partner."
"What the hell is this, summer camp?" Jenny asked shortly. Tony, Ziva, McGee, and Abby all began to back up, sensing their bosses' discontent.
"You could call it that."
Gibbs took over again. "You knew." Leon couldn't hold the icy blue stare and looked down briefly.
"Any more wonderful surprises you'd like to share, Leon?" Gibbs demanded.
The acting director brought his eyes up to the older agent's once again, with a smug smile.
"That's need to know."
