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The silver elevator doors slid open and revealed Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, sunglasses donned on his face, grinning like an idiot as he looked forwards.
"We're done!" He shouted as he danced into the bullpen, spinning around a couple of times, nearly knocking a couple of papers out of other colleagues' hands. He snapped his fingers as he motioned for Ziva and McGee, each seated at their respective desks, to join him. He moved his hands and snapped in Ziva's face, who just glared at him and then promptly smacked him away.
"We are just finished with a case, Tony." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Yes!" He shouted, spinning around, "But come on, Ziva....that man killed what, like twelve people?" He questioned, turning slightly towards McGee, as if he wanted him to nod in response, to affirm his number. He walked towards her, "All women. I'm surprised it didn't affect you." She just turned and looked up into his green eyes.
"I am a woman. I can affect you, Tony."
He grinned, "Ooo..please do."
"Not in a way you would particularly enjoy." She rephrased her intentions and he let his smile drop as he walked towards his desk, defeated. Well, before he started dancing towards his desk. Halfway across the bullpen, he was still singing 'We're done' and then he was met with a hard slap to the back of the head. He immediately stopped as Ziva let out a small laugh, sharing a look with McGee.
"Knock it off, DiNozzo." He demanded before heading towards his own desk. Tony sighed and slumped his shoulders.
"Yes, boss." He then plopped down in his desk chair, dropping his backpack on the ground next to him. Looking across the bullpen at his partner, who was turned towards her computer, he grinned and then threw open his desk drawer, rifling through the unknown items he had stashed in there. He picked up item after item, some of them he was overly disgusted by, like the melted deodorant or the rotten lone fry he had shoved in there. A couple of receipts were in there as well for other unknown items that he probably had needed at that time. There were permanent markers that lacked a top and were now dry as well as some other items that he couldn't identify for his life.
However, among the mess, he managed to pull out a white envelope, neat, not a single wrinkle in it, out of the bottom of his drawer. He grinned proudly and held it up for the entire bullpen to see. He laughed and pointed to it, "Oh yes." He nodded, banging his fist on the desk, "Oh YES!" Ziva shared a confused look with McGee, furrowing her eyebrows together. Gibbs just stared at the computer screen in front of him, barely even glancing up at his bizarre senior field agent.
"What is that?" McGee demanded.
"Patience, McVirtue!" He exclaimed as he carefully opened it up, grinned at Ziva, and then whipped out the three pieces of paper. He presented them like the guy who just got a full house and won the hundred dollars to the bullpen as Ziva's eyes grew wide. She immediately stood up and slammed her hands down on the desk as McGee shook his head and stared at disbelief at Tony.
"Are you insane, DiNozzo?" He asked.
"TONY!" Ziva shouted, causing everyone in the squadroom to stop what they were doing and turn to look at them. Even Gibbs decided to look up at this point, to see what in the wolrd got his Mossad Liaison Officer in such a huff. She pointed her finger towards him, "I thought I told you to destroy those." She hissed through gritted teeth.
"Technically, you told McGee to destroy them." He grinned, leaning towards her, the three bikini photos still in his right hand, "Whatcha gonna do, Zee-vah?"
"Why do you have them?" She demanded.
"Why would I destroy them?" He laughed, "Every man knows that if he has bikini photos of his hot partner, he'd keep 'em...." He leaned forward, "Bikini photos." He said, slowly, to make her understand, "Of his hot partner." He laughed again, "Come on. How long have you been in America?" He demanded.
"HEY!" Gibbs suddenly barked, slamming his hand down on his desk as he looked up at his team. Tony quickly set the pictures down as Ziva sat back down in her seat and McGee turned away from the two and then turned back to his computer. He glared at him, and Tony completely understood. Nodding and smirking, he turned back to his computer. His desk phone rang just seconds before that as he picked it up.
"So..." Tony grinned as Gibbs was distracted by the phone, "Which eye are you gonna carve out?" He grinned larger.
She didn't look at him, just at her computer, "I was thinking lower..." She smirked and looked him up and down, even though he was sitting in his desk, "Much lower."
Tony gulped and let his smile drop completely as Gibbs hung up the phone. Ziva had to bite back the laugh, "You three." Gibbs pointed towards them, "Abby wants to see you down in the lab." He said, and they all stood up. McGee left first followed by Ziva and then Tony.
Tony caught up behind her and leaned down, whispering in her ear, "For the record...those are better than Sports Illustrated, Swim Suit Edition." He grinned before bounding away from her and towards the elevator that was being held open by Tim. Ziva couldn't help but smile slightly, once she realized what he was talking about of course.
Gibbs, who was still in the bullpen, reveled in the silence that was left by his team as he stood up. He was about to leave to get a Caf-Pow for the heavy worked Abby, but he paused as he got to Tony's desk. He reached over and flipped over the three pictures, his eyes growing wide for a couple of seconds before smirking, "Not bad, Ziver." He muttered to himself before he started out of the bullpen.
The loud death metal music blared from the lab as the three agents made their entrance, watching Abby dance around the room. She stopped when they came in, as if sensing their presence. She turned around and grinned, throwing her hands up in the air as she ran towards them, engulfing them all in hugs, "Isn't this exciting?!" She asked, hugging them tightly.
"We just finished a case?" Tony asked, struggling for breath under her embrace.
"Abby...Abby!" Ziva demanded.
"Can't...breathe!" McGee added, and she sighed and let go of them as Gibbs made his entrance into the room, Caf-Pow in his hand.
"Gibbs!" She shouted, throwing her hands up and running towards him. She stopped short and stared down in shock at the Caf-Pow.
"Abs?" Gibbs questioned, looking at her and then at the Caf-Pow, and then back up at her, "Something wrong?"
"Caf-Pow and a vacation?" She asked, gasping as she let her hands go up to her mouth in a dramatic fashion, "Is it my birthday?" She asked, suddenly very worried, "Ohmygod! Did I miss someone's birthday?"
"No..." Tony and McGee and Ziva all looked at each other.
"What vacation?" Gibbs suddenly asked.
"What?" She asked, shrugging her shoulder, "Vance didn't tell you?"
They all shook their heads, except for Gibbs, who just kept staring, "Oh! Well he sent a memo about that anyone on Team Gibbs was allowed a week vacation!" She grinned, and then held up the memo from where she had grabbed it out of the printer. She handed it to Gibbs, who read it quickly.
"How come I didn't know about this?"
"He sent it in an email." She reassured him, and then leaned over and whispered to Tony, giggling a little, "That's why he doesn't know."
Gibbs heard it and just stared at her, a little glare, but not much.
"Vacation..." Tony grinned, "Night clubs!" He shouted, and then turned to Ziva, "Hey! Let's go clubbing!" He was met by a slap to the back of the head...again. He, again, dropped his shoulders in defeat, "Right boss, sorry boss."
Abby reached into her pocket and held up a key, "Nope! You can't make plans, Tony! We're going to my beach house...in Panama City!" She grinned, dangling the key. They were all in shock at first, dumbstruck looks on all of their faces before Tony broke out into a big grin.
"Panama City means beaches. And beaches mean hot babes in bikinis..." He slyly moved his eyes over and looked Ziva up and down, resisting the urge to lick his lips in the process.
Abby saw this and smirked, "Yeah, Tony, you get to see Ziva in a bikini...not just in a bikini in pictures either...in real life."
"I'm in!" Tony grinned, and then Gibbs smacked him again as Ziva looked down and let the heat rush to her cheeks just a little.
"Well...are you all in?" She demanded, jumping once.
They all looked at each other and then nodded, "Sure..." She squealed and jumped up and down.
"Great! I'll email you all the directions and the address of the beach house! I want to see you all there by four sharp!" She demanded, shoving them plane tickets, "These are for like 12. So get there by 11. Don't be late. Now go! A week of fun and no crimes!" She grinned, "This is so exciting!" She turned to Gibbs, "Isn't this exciting?"
Gibbs smirked, "Looking after you four? Oh, I couldn't think of anything else I'd rather do..." He sarcastically said as he smirked. She frowned and placed her hands on her hips as Tony, Ziva, and McGee started to exit the lab.
"Building your boat is not fun, Gibbs. You really need to get out more. You know, live a little." She motioned with her hands. Gibbs just stared at her, "Aw, come on, Gibbs! It'll be fun, trust me!"
Tony grinned as he followed Ziva out of the lab, who followed McGee, "I get to see you in a bikini....bring really skimpy ones, all right?" He asked as they disappeared into the elevator.
Gibbs just rolled his eyes as he started out of the lab, "Oh yeah...this'll be fun."
Tony, Ziva, and McGee returned to the squad room to collect their things. Abby joined them, dancing into the squad room. "Yayy I'm so excited!" She said. She hooked arms with McGee, who couldn't help but smile, he patted her on the hand as they got on the elevator.
Tony, who sat as his desk, looked over at Ziva who was still trying to get her things together. He grinned. "Hey Zi, we're going to Panama City." She looked up at him and half smiled.
"I know, Tony." She replied.
"No, no you don't know. Have you ever been to Panama City?" He asked, her walking over to her desk. She chuckled.
"No, but I have heard things." She replied.
"Get going, DiNozzo." Gibbs said. He grabbed his SIG out of the drawer and walked straight to the elevator.
"See you there, boss!" Tony said happily. Gibbs rolled his eyes as the elevator doors shut in front of him. Tony then turned and walked back to Ziva, who was now leaving the squad room. "Hey Ziva..." He was now starting to get on her nerves with his perkiness.
"Yes Tony?" She asked again.
"Do you think we should rent a car for both of us when we get there...I mean, it would save gas. And this way, we would be saving money." He said happily. The two were now standing in front of the elevator.
"Fine. But if we do," The elevator doors opened, "I am driving."
"Aw come on Ziva, I want to see Panama City one more time before I die." Tony replied.
"What makes you think you will die?" She asked. Tony chuckled.
"Because you're driving." He replied.
"Then rent your own car!" She defended.
"No, no, that's fine. I wouldn't mind a roller coaster ride."
"Oh, you mean when we get there?"
"No, I mean on the way to the beach house." He said. Ziva only glared at him as the elevator doors opened, and the two exited the building, heading for the parking garage.
"I will pick you up in twenty minutes...to take you to the airport" She said. She started to get in her car, but stopped when she heard her name.
"Don't forget the skimpy bikinis." Tony said. Ziva rolled her eyes again and got into her mini.
"Finally!" Tony said, jumping out of the passenger seat. Gibbs was already there, followed by Abby, and McGee pulled up right as Tony and Ziva did. He then opened his arms wide and felt the breeze. "Ahh Panama City!" Abby was at the door, holding it open.
"Come on guys!" She said, waving them in. Gibbs and McGee grabbed their own bags and went inside with Abby. Ziva popped the trunk on her car. Tony grabbed his bag and then started for Ziva's the same time she did.
"I will get it, Tony." She said.
"No, I got it." He replied.
"Tony, let go of the bag."
"Zi, we can stand out here all week, but I'm carrying this bag in." He argued. Ziva rolled her eyes and knew she wasn't going to win, so she let go and started towards the house, followed by Tony and the two bags.
"...and up there are the three rooms and two bathrooms!" She said happily. Tony put down the bags and removed his sunglasses, studying the place. He walked out onto the porch.
"What a view!" He said. He ran back to the group. "Let's go to the beach!" He then looked at the junior field agent, "But you better stay, all that white could scare all the women in bikini's away." He grinned, "Hey, that rhymed!" He suddenly felt a hand on the back of his head, removing the smile from his face. "Oh come on boss, we're on vacation! Could we...not do the headslaps..." He stopped when he felt another slap. "Shutting up." Abby grabbed her bag and went up the stairs, followed by the rest of the team. Gibbs walked in front of her and chose the middle bedroom, putting his bag on the bed. He walked out into the hallway and pointed at Ziva and Abby.
"You two, in there." Abby jumped up and down in delight.
"Roomie!" She said happily. Ziva smiled and followed Abby into the room. Tony and McGee just looked at each other.
"Boss, please don't do that to me." McGee complained. Gibbs smirked.
"That room has two single beds." He said, and walked into his room, closing the door behind him.
"You're wearing nose plugs." McGee said.
Tony followed him and mocked, "You're wearing nose plugs."
McGee rolled his eyes and sighed. This was going to be one long week.