I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT. ANY SONG OR GAME NAME I MAY ADD IS NOT MINE UNLESS I SPECIFICALLY STATE IT IS.
The steady tap of fingers to the keys of three computers broke the otherwise, deafening silence. The day had been rather dull, no cases, just a few follow-ups and lots of paperwork. The most boring part of the job of course. Jethro Gibbs occasionally broke rhythm to take a sip of his coffee. Ziva stared intently at the report in front of her, occasionally adding a detail here and there. Mcgee was adding a new program to his computer, for faster searching through the seas of fingerprints on their files. All in all rather peaceful. So naturally all three NCIS jumped when the gleeful voice of their coworker, Tony Dinozzo rang through the quiet. He was staring at the screen his forehead wrinkled in concentration, talking under his breath.
"Something you'd like to share with the class DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked bluntly.
Said senior field agent kept right on whispering to himself, tapping seemingly random keys and biting his lip slightly when it seemed to go wrong.
Sneaking around the desk, Gibbs positioned his hand and swung. As it connected with the back of Tony's head, he jumped falling to the ground and for a second he seemed to curl in on himself. After a second, he looked up, his three friends staring at him oddly.
"What? It was a long night." he shot back "The ladies get what the ladies want." Adding his usual quip to get them off his reaction.
"…. I don't want to know what you do in the snack ." Zeva said.
"Its SACK S-A-C-K." Tony stated in annoyance.
"DiNozzo, is there a reason you didn't answer when I spoke your name."
"Uh..heh, heh, yeah, I got these new earphones and I was trying them out."
"What exactly are you doing?" McGee asked
"None of your business, Probie."
"Speak." Gibbs said.
"Umm an RPG game against Abby..."they almost didn't hear him.;
Zeva burst out laughing. "Now Abby is understandable, she will do anything that is off the norm, but didn't your parents teach you to grow up?" The three weren't sure if they saw the hardening in Tony's eyes because it was gone a second later, he just smiled half-heartedly and sat at his desk. The others followed suite. As they went back to work, Tony reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a hand stress ball, turning his back on his coworkers, he started squeezing it furiously.
He didn't realize the director stood on the staircase above him, watching as they laughed and he let out his frustrations on the defenseless little ball. Changing her mind about heading down , she went back to her office thinking all the way. "My you are quite the puzzle Mr. DiNozzo, the puzzle indeed." Shutting the door, she decided to do a bit of research.
Gibbs watched his agent with interest, confusion, but mostly parental love. Tony had always been special. When they had first met, he had taken a look inside the younger man. It had been a particularly long hard case. A navy commander had been murdered and his five year old daughter taken. Searching for that girl, Tony hadn't rested. His drive had attracted Gibbs, but it was the emotion hidden almost so well, that DiNozzo didn't seem to realize it was there that really got to him, like the boy was broken and was trying to fix himself alone without realizing that he needed fixing. At first the interest had just been curiosity. But as they got to know eachother (as well as either of them would allow) he started feeling fatherly. He didn't know why, but the first time Tony had gone to the hospital, saving a kids life he realized that all the sarcastic jokes and pranks he did was to lure people away from what he really was. Like he was hiding. Often Gibbs sat watching his young friend when he didn't realize it and ponder what had happened to make him hide himself from the world behind a deep mask of shallowness.