Tony: So he's down in Columbia, in Bogotá, he saves President Clintons life but no one can talk about it because it's super secret.
McGee: Clinton did not serve until 93
Ziva: Stop obsessing.
Tony: I am not obsessing, I'm a little preoccupied, I'm a tad fascinated by the whole subject, but I'm not obsessing.
"One word. Obsessed." Ziva spouted, continuing her insinuation from earlier that day.
Tim had to chime in. "Other wise known as fanatical, infatuated, fixated…
"No one asked you McSaurus…"
Ziva stood over his desk with a smile. "Admit it Tony. You find Gibbs infatuating…"
"I find Gibbs interesting. That's all. Im a detective. I like to detect things."
"Im detecting an obsession." Tim responded.
"Butt out Probie."
Ziva came to his defense. "It is not McGee's fault he is right."
Tony stood up as if attempting to escape. "Look, just because I take an interest in the rare details of his past, doesn't mean I'm obsessed."
"Right. Nosy then?" Ziva questioned.
"Shall we add juvenile?" She couldn't help but smirk at his discomfort.
Tony threw his hands up in frustration. "I'm going for coffee…"
At his exit Ziva made her way over to Tims desk. "Five bucks says he comes back with a coffee for Gibbs."
McGee shrugged. "I don't take bets I can't win."
Tony collided with none other than this boss as he turned the corner; one of his coffee cups tumbling to the ground.
"Drinking for two DiNozzo?"
"Actually boss…" he glanced down at the ground and changed his mind. "It was for Abby. See you back at the office."
"Hey!" Gibbs called back and couldn't help but notice how quicky Tony turned around. "Why you lying to me?"
Tony remained with his story. "Lying?"
"Abby just sent me to get her a coffee. So unless she's double dipping, you owe me an explanation."
Tony shifted his weight and let his eyes fall to the ground momentarily. "I should;ve known better…" He whispered to himself before continuing. "It was for you boss."
"And you would lie to me because?"
Tony quickly became frustrated. "Because McGee and Ziva have this idea that I'm obsessed with your every move…I tried telling them that I'm not, but they just wont listen. They teamed up on me, you know the old one two punch routine. They have it down pretty good and…"
He looked up. "Yeah boss?"
"Shutting up." He almost saluted before coming to a realization. "Guess maybe they were right huh?"
Gibbs allowed a smile to form at the corner of his mouth. "Everyone needs someone to admire Tony…"
Tony was preparing himself for a head slap just before he responded. "So you're okay with it?"
"Do I have a choice?" He examined his Agents expression. "I didn't think so."
"Thanks for the pep talk boss." Tony turned to leave when his head was thrust forward. "Ow."
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Um, back to the office?"
Gibbs glanced at the contents on the ground. "Not without my coffee you're not."