Since the successful conclusion to their last case it had been a quiet few days for the team. As there had been no murdered Marines, pilfering petty officers, corrupt commanders or even any full-of-themselves F.B.I. agents to deal with Ziva and Tony's prank war that had begun during the stakeout had continued unabated. Fortunately a new case had come in and as McGee exits the elevator and crosses the squad room he has a spring in his step and a smile on his face. Surely now his two colleagues would have to take a break from the pranks he thinks as he sits at his desk. At this moment Ziva emerges from under hers and places a small torch upon it.

"Morning McGee."

"Morning Ziva." She wheels her desk chair out into the bullpen and kneels to examine it.

"What are you doing?"

"I am checking that Tony has not booty-trapped it."

"You mean booby-trapped it".

"What do boobs have to do with traps?"

"I ask myself that question every day Officer David. I think the answer is that they are man traps." DiNozzo grins as he joins them. "Why are you talking about breasts probie?"

"I wasn't! Now we've got a case isn't it time you and Tony buried the hatchet Ziva?"

Ziva is still concentrating on studying the chair so the only words that register on her consciousness are Tony, buried and hatchet.

"Have you found the murder weapon Tony?"

"Huh? No."

"Then what is McGee talking about?"

"I'm trying to say that you should bury the hatchet. That is...."

"In Tony's skull" Ziva interrupts with a glimmer of merriment in her eyes. Hoping that she is joking but not at all sure that she is McGee hurriedly continues.

"It's an expression Ziva. It means to reconcile after a quarrel."

"But he started it."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Stop!" Abby enters the bullpen and the conversation. "We're all so over it. Will you two just make up already."

Ziva gasps and looks horrified. "Tony is not unattractive but he is my colleague, my partner and I would not do that with him if he were the last man on earth" she stammers to a halt as she realises the other three are trying very hard not to burst out laughing. "What!"

McGee bravely attempts to explain "I think you are confusing to make up with to make out. To make up is the same as bury the hatchet. In other words to end the quarrel."

"I will not do that either."

As she pushes her chair back behind her desk Tim sighs. Unless there was a breakthrough in the case soon it was going to be a very long day.