Scene immediately following the last one in Season 6 Episode 15 'Deliverance'.
Former NCIS Special Agent Mike Franks walked out of the Director's office, muttering angrily to himself. He couldn't believe it! The new damn director was a bit too cocky for his taste, but he then again, so was the old one…Jenny. Man, he liked Jenny though. She had a nice body too, but he wouldn't tell Jethro that. Oh no, old probie over there would have a heart attack on the spot if he found out. Probably show him just exactly what the Marines taught him.
He undid his tie, the itchy thing bothering him, as he spotted him leaning up against the railing, looking down into the bullpen, "Speak of the devil." He exclaimed, walking over to him. He didn't even look at him.
"Thought you left by now."
"Hell, I wish. But that damn director of yours kept me busy hauling ass all over the place! Probie, what's up with all of these nosy director's?"
He just smirked, "Well Mike, I hate to tell you this, but everyone's like that now."
"I'm missing Cantina time, probie! Siesta!" Jethro just didn't look at him; he continued to look down into the bullpen. What the hell was so damn important to him? More important that siesta time?
He watched him wring his hands together. "You know, Mike, I…what's rule twelve?" He asked him, changing the question completely.
"Rules? What kind of damn rules you talking about, probie? Oh…those rules you made up. Hell, I don't keep track of them. Can barely keep track of my own beer bottle much less you and your stupid rules."
"Do you think I could ask you a question?" He asked.
"You just did. So if you meant to say can I ask you two questions, then the answer is yes. If not, well, you're stranded in Mexico without a beer or a sexy mujer."
He just smirked again, "How well do you know my agents?"
"Well enough to know that they'll do anything you say. Wish you acted like that, probie. Where was your sense?"
"How about DiNozzo?"
"Tony? Hell, I'm surprised he's still working here."
"And why's that?"
"I've never really seen him do any work." He shrugged, "Always flirting with that Israeli chick. Reminds me of you, probie, you'd be amazed."
"I'm not." He said, simply, no tone in his voice or expression on his face. "What about Ziva?"
He whistled, and Gibbs had to resist the urge to cringe. He just grasped his hands tighter together. No one talks about Ziva like that. It may be Mike, but no one talks about her like that. She's still part of my team. My. Team. My. Ziver. I wonder what Tony would do if he heard Mike's opinion…"If you had half a brain in your head, you'd hang onto her, probie. She's much better than that Madame Director of yours." Jethro glared at Mikes before turning back. He leaned up against the side of the railing just like Gibbs.
The two watched as Ziva looked up at Tony and then stood up, walking over to him, still chatting as she took a seat, perching herself on the edge of his desk. They smiled at each other, still talking to each other. Gibbs heard what they were saying, but Franks couldn't really make it out.
"You would really go out with her?"
"Of course I would, Zee-vah. She's hot. Exactly my type."
"That is all you care about, is it? Her 'overall attractiveness.'?"
"That's a factor." Tony nodded, acknowledging that.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "You would date anything that is living with breasts."
"I don't date McGee." He grinned, and she just laughed.
"Tony, that's horrible!" She laughed out, but she just continued to do so, a large smile painted on her face as she tried to cover her mouth. Tony grinned larger at the sight. He loved the way she looked right now. He had never seen her laugh so hard in his life, and he loved the sound. He almost wanted to record it and put it as his ringtone for his cell, but he decided not to.
Even Gibbs couldn't keep the smile that was forming off of his face, "I've never seen her laugh so hard, Mike."
"Well DiNozzo must be one special guy."
That he is. He watched as Ziva laughed so hard that she fell off of the edge of the desk, falling into Tony's lap in the process. With an oomph, he caught her successfully, her head automatically falling into the crook of his neck. She stopped laughing and caught her breath. She slowly sat up, feeling unable to control her thoughts and her actions as she stared into his eyes, all smiles wiped completely from their faces. Both of their breathing was ragged, as if they were wondering what to do. Centimeters. They were closer than they were in that closet several months ago. She needed to get away before that hot breath that smelled like the lunch they had shared earlier, as well as his amazing smelling cologne became too much to resist. Instead of giving in, she quickly hopped up as if he was a hot plate and hurried to her desk, straightening out her clothes as she did so.
"Whoa." Franks said, "Damn, DiNozzo's slow. If Ziva was sitting in my lap…" He chuckled, "Well hell, let's just say I wouldn't have let her get away like that."
"These are my agents you're talking about here, Mike." Jethro growled.
"Hey!" he put his hands up, "Probie! I was just answering your question. Don't get snippy with me. Remember. Siesta time."
"Nuh-uh, Mike. Don't you do that. Those are my people down there. You don't hit on Ziva."
"That's because he's Tony. Those are my people. I love my people. You don't talk about my people like that." He growled.
"Whoa, Jethro." He put his hands up, "Calm down. It's just an observation. Just like I've observed that Tony has a thing for her. For Ziva. Don't tell me you haven't seen it too." Gibbs' shoulders relaxed and he turned away, towards the bullpen, resuming his original position. He chuckled, "You do see it. You just don't want to admit it."
"They'd be breaking Rule 12, Mike. I can't let them do it."
"So Whatcha gonna do? Break up your team? Happened before, didn't work out so well, did it?"
"Don't you have a plane to catch?" He nearly spat as he growled out the words.
"Take care of yourself, probie." He said as he moved past him, "I'll have a beer for ya when I get back!" he shouted as he started down the steps from MTAC. Tony and Ziva looked up at him as he walked by.
"You leaving, Mike?" Tony asked, and he stopped, his back towards Tony before he turned to look at him.
"Yeah. Siesta time." He grinned, and Tony nodded, grinning back before he focused his attention on Ziva, "Hey. Ziva." She didn't look up at him and he ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook, crumpled it into a ball and then chucked it at her. She growled as she looked up.
"What?" She demanded, "I'm trying to get this report done before Gibbs kills me."
"Boss isn't gonna kill ya. Hey, siesta time?"
"What about it?" She furrowed her eyebrows together.
"You. Me. Our normal bar. Tonight."
"So it would not be siesta time, yes?"
He rolled his eyes, "Solamente una bebida, la bonita."
She grinned, "Autorización, guapo."
He grinned back, and then caught Franks curious look, "Oh. Ziva and I both speak fluent Spanish as well as Italian."
"Uh huh…well tell probie I said bye. Stay out of trouble, and make sure that probie gets a drink or something, he needs to calm down."
"I understand what you mean." Tony smiled, "I'll get him the message."
"Good." He said, and then left. As soon as he entered the elevator, he shook his head. They were so blind…maybe siesta time was all they needed.
That and a good whack on the head.
Or a cigarette.
He glanced down at his watch. Speaking of Ziva, maybe he could hop a flight to Israel instead. As they say, it's five o'clock somewhere. Maybe five in the morning, but that was beside the point. It was still five. And that was all Mike Franks needed.
Solamente una bebide: Only one drink.
La Bonita: Pretty one
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