"I don't give a damn!"
Tony's head shot up along with every one else's within hearing range. Tim almost fell out of his chair at the decibel and even Ziva herself flinched a bit. Gibbs slammed the phone down and shoved his chair back as he stood up and stormed out of the bull pen.
"Uh…" Tim pointed in the direction Gibbs had just headed and looked at Tony for an answer.
"What do you think Probie?"
"He was having a good week yes?" Ziva added as she began to calm herself.
"Yeah? Well that obviously doesn't mean a thing does it?" Tony's decibel seemed to grow louder as well. "And let's be honest, nothing does anymore."
"You are one more hang up away from a suspension Jethro."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Does walking out in the middle of a scolding count too?"
Jen sighed deeply. "If you want to self destruct, do it on your own time."
"Are we done?"
But before she could formulate an answer, Gibbs was already half way through the door. He made his way down the steps rather quickly and slipped in behind his desk for only minutes.
"DiNozzo…you're in charge…"
He looked up and nodded. "What's up boss?"
Gibbs motioned towards the Director who was coming down the stairs. "We were not done Agent Gibbs…" She watched as he holstered his weapon and tossed his badge in Tony's direction.
"Oh we were."
Tony, Ziva and Tim stood up simultaneously and Tony decided to stand in Gibbs path to the elevator. "Boss…don't."
"Cant handle it DiNozzo?" They were now inches from each other's face.
Tony closed the distance even more. "Obviously you cant."
Gibbs took in a deep breath and stepped around him. He tried to hide his smile as he heard Tony release a breath of his own. Beofre turning to leave he whispered something in his ear and stared at him intently. After leaving the Director circled them together. They were hesistant at first, but Tony motioned for them to comply.
"Business as usual, we clear?"
All three of them nodded as they watched her leave and Tim couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
"You heard her Probie."
He shook his head. "Just thought he was tougher, that's all."
Tony made his way over and head slapped him gently. "And how many days has it been since you cried yourself to sleep McTough?"
"Don't go there Tony."
"Then back up off the boss."
"Oh and you baiting him sixty seconds ago…what was that?"
"Making him tougher."
Ziva chimed in. "And do you think it worked?"
Tony shook his head. "No…I don't think anything will this time."