"Now," Ziva whispered hotly but subtly in Tony's ear, and she whisked off around the corner. He mumbled an excuse to leave the room that barely made sense to him, let alone McGee, though he knew all too well what was going on.
They'd begun their secret rendezvous in the men's room (or the ladies room, depending on which was full or not at the time), but had soon realised that it was far too predictable and had gone for another venue. Not the elevator - to the outside world, the only two reasons people would come up with for someone to stop the elevator was to fight or to have sex. If there was a third, it would be some kind of hostage situation. So now they found themselves in the copy room.
"This could be really bad," Tony said, though made no move to let go of Ziva.
"Makes it all the more fun," she replied with a sly grin.
"McGee, I need a copy of that case report. So does Vance," Gibbs reminded McGee as he sat down at his own desk, fresh coffee in hand. "Get it to me, ASAP."
"OK, boss," McGee replied, hitting 'Print' on his keyboard. A message flashed on his screen. 'No paper in printer.' Crap. He was going to have to go to the copy room and get more. But he didn't want to. Tony and Ziva could disappear for up to half an hour at a time and he knew what they were doing in there.
"Uh…I'm outta paper, Boss," McGee said.
"Well, go get some."
Tim just sat there. He didn't know what to do. "…Now?"
Gibbs glared at him like he was crazy. "Yes, now, McGee! You've got a job to do."
"Right. Sorry Boss."
He rattled the handle to the copy room. Locked. Of course.
OK, he told himself, time for Plan B.
Tony and Ziva were interrupted by a rapid knock on the door. "Guys!" came the muffled shout. "It's McGee. I'm alone and I know you guys are in there but I really need some paper!"
The couple shuffled to make themselves decent and unlocked the door. In stumbled Tim, blindfolded by his own tie. He staggered dizzily around like a zombie. "OK…see I'm not looking. Just put a stack of paper in my hands and I'll go. OK?"
Tony and Ziva looked at each other, which of course Tim couldn't see.
"OK?" he repeated loudly.
"OK, McGee," Ziva replied, quickly fetching the paper for him. "I realise we haven't been the most subtle about this but I appreciate you keeping your mouth - and your eyes - shut about this."
"No problem. Any time. Uh…not that I'd like to walk in on you do any time soon. Not that that's a problem…I mean I haven't really thought about it."
"Dude," Tony placed a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. "If you're gonna be all jumpy I'd hate to see your pickup lines. How you got Abby to sleep with you I'll never know."
McGee just gulped, turned around, made his way blindly out the door and closed it behind him. He gathered himself to appropriate standards. He was fine. Then he heard Tony's murmur of, "Now, where were we?" and he shuddered. Good thing Ziva had given him enough paper to last him a month.
He only hoped they wouldn't start using the supply closet or Ziva might murder him eighteen different ways every time he wanted a paperclip.