Yay! New story :) I know it's been a while but I hope this makes up for it. I know i've completely ignored my story Flight of Icarus but I have no idea where I am going with it. If anyone wants to help me finish it feel free to email me. I really hope you like this story, please read and review.
Tony yawned dramatically, stretching his arms out into the air and leaning back in his chair as far as it could go. He sighed satisfactorily and then turned to spy on his co-workers who were trying their best to ignore him. Just another Friday evening he told himself. They'd finished a case a couple of hours ago and it was only the paperwork left. It was already dark outside and Tony was desperate to leave.
"Probie!" Tony cried, making McGee jump in his seat. Tony smiled as McGee looked up with a glare. "Any plans for the weekend?"
"Just the usual," McGee answered wearily.
"Ah," Tony sounded, "The Continuing adventures of LJ Tibbs?" Tony questioned in a deep, over the top voice. He leaned his elbow on the desk and dropped his head into his hand. "How're Tommy and Lisa doing anyway?" McGee didn't answer and looked back down at his paperwork.
"Zee-vah?" Tony called, knowing Ziva hated it. She also glared as she looked up. "Weekend plans?"
"Yes," Ziva answered curtly.
Tony rolled his eyes, "And they would be?" He prompted.
"None of your business," She responded.
"Shopping for food and cleaning your apartment?" He asked.
She looked at him in surprise, "How did you-?" She didn't finish her sentence.
"I never reveal my sources," He smiled mysteriously. It was obvious to Tony what Ziva would have planned, when really he needed to do the same. They'd barely been home in a week and the only things he had in his fridge were half a piece of mouldy cheese and a couple of slices of last week's pizza. She shook her head and looked back down at her desk. Tony coughed loudly for attention, when nothing happened he coughed again.
Ziva sighed and looked up, looking very annoyed, "What!" She snapped.
"Aren't you going to ask me about my weekend plans?" He pouted and put on his best neglected look.
"Fine," She sighed, "What are your plans for the weekend?"
"Chrissie," Tony said excitedly.
Ziva rolled her eyes, "I should have known."
"I'll have you know, she's my golf instructor."
"You play golf?" Ziva frowned.
"Nope," Tony shook his head, but didn't elaborate.
"Okay," Gibbs spoke as he walked into the squad room, "You're free to go," Gibbs told his team. They all relaxed instantly and began tidying up their desks. "If, you've finished your reports," Gibbs added. They groaned and sat back down in their seats as they emailed their reports and printed off a hard copy.
Ziva watched Tony print off his report, "I haven't seen you do any work all evening! When did you get time to write your report?" She questioned.
"Work smarter, not harder Zee-vah!" It was one of his favorite mottos and one that always served him well. Only Gibbs knew how he managed to get his work done without lifting a finger and he liked it that way. He couldn't give away all his secrets. "Here ya go boss," Tony handed his report to him and Gibbs nodded approvingly.
"Go on then, get out of here before I change my mind," he told the trio.
"Yes!" Tony exclaimed as he rushed to grab his stuff.
"You seem more excited than usual," McGee raised an eyebrow.
"You would be too if you saw her, Probie," Tony waggled his own eyebrows suggestively back at McGee.
"How long's this one going to last?"
"How long's a golf course?" Tony quipped as he slung his backpack over one shoulder and turned off his desk lamp.
McGee shook his head, "I'm not even going to dignify that remark."
"Please don't," Tony replied. He smiled widely and joined the others by the elevator. They waited in silence for it to arrive and then all stepped inside. McGee pressed the button for the garage. "I do hope you two have fun with your feather dusters and antique typewriters this weekend," Tony said as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. "And I'll be content in the knowledge that I'll be having a better time than both of you." He began to walk to his car as the others did the same. He stopped and turned to his co-workers, "See you Monday," He waved goodbye then turned back to his car. His car was at the other end of the parking lot, one of the disadvantages of turning up to work late. He walked silently through the half of the lot. A sound behind him made him spin round, a hand on the gun at his waist. He searched the immediate area but there was nothing. Just his mind playing tricks on him. He sighed, turned back and kept on walking. Pressing the button on his car keys unlocked the car from fifteen feet away and it beeped, the rear lights flashing. He opened the door and climbed in, throwing his backpack on the adjacent seat and slamming the door behind him. He was slotting the key in the ignition when there was a loud bang on the window. Tony jumped in surprise, his head hitting the ceiling. His heart began to race as he spun towards the noise and he sighed in relief when he saw a familiar face. He rolled down the window while he simultaneously rubbed his sore head.
"You trying to give me a heart attack Jenny?" Tony asked, as he tried to breathe. His heart was still racing.
"Glad I can still make someone jump around here, Jethro knows I'm coming from a mile off," Director Sheppard smirked.
"Is there something you wanted or is jumping out at people in empty parking lot part of your job description?"
Jenny laughed, "There was something I wanted."
"Yeah?"
"I was coming to check that you were ready for tonight," She explained.
Tony turned serious, "I've been ready all week, Jenny."
"Okay Tony, just making sure you're well rested. Tonight's plans will require all your energy."
"I know."
"Do the rest of the team suspect anything?"
"Nope, we have them all fooled."
"Good, so I'll see you at nine?"
"On the dot," Tony confirmed.
"Okay," She smiled. "See you then."
Tony nodded. He watched Jenny walk away before starting the car and driving home. He had big plans for tonight and he needed to be prepared.