THE SPILT FRAME CHAPTER ONE

BY SUE

A/N I have never posted a story and am trying to learn. I put up the two chapters to this short story and they switched, making Chapter two the first one, so I had to remove the story.

Now I'm trying to put it up again and will have to wait on help to put the ending chapter up so this will not happen again…Thanks for being patient.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, NCIS or CBS. This is just a fan fiction from my warped mind.

Tony sat at his desk working. He looked from time to time at his other co-workers. Gibbs stood from his chair, stretched and then started to walk out.

"Gonna get some coffee." He let his team know before he left.

Tony smiled, now was the time. He got up from his desk and walked over to McGee's and slid along side the desk, just starring at him.

McGee looked up at DiNozzo. He was busy and really didn't want to tango with the senior field agent. "Yes, Tony?" His eyes met the grin and twinkling eyes of the other mans. McGee didn't know if he liked that look, it usually meant trouble.

"It's tonight right, the play off for the championship with the Abby and the flying Nuns?" His grin widened.

Ziva saw them standing together. She was tired of typing and decided to see what the other two agents were doing. She walked to Tim's desk hearing the end of Tony's question and the answer that Tim gave.

"Um, yeah, I think it is tonight." McGee had to think what day it was. After pulling a huge case that had the team working almost non stop, the days seemed to mix together.

Ziva decided to join in on the conversation. She didn't understand it, so asked. "What are lying Nuns? And what are they doing tonight?" Her face held a puzzled look.

Tony shook his head. "Flying Nuns, Ziva. And that was a show back in the 60's, called The Flying Nun, with Sally Fields as and nun that flied."

Ziva now was the one shaking her head. "I will never understand American Television shows," she looked from Tim to Tony who both shrugged at her, "Alright, then what is this flying nun doing tonight?"

Tony exploded in laughter, "Ziva……..Abby and……..the nuns she…..she bowls with." He panted trying to get control over himself.

Tim took over when he saw they Tony couldn't explain through his panting laughter at what Ziva had said. "They have been in the playoffs. Now, it's Abby's team and another team that will compete to see who the winning team will be for the championship. And, it happens that it's tonight." Tim explained feeling badly for his team mate.

Ziva thought about this for a moment. "So this is important to Abby, yes?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yeah, it is. Hey why don't we go and you know, cheer them on?"

"I don't know, Tony," Tim looked unsure about the idea, "she didn't ask us and it's her thing that she does with the nuns. I just don't think she'd want us there. Again, she didn't invite us."

"McGee is right. If she did not invite us then we should not go." Ziva agreed.

Tony stood up straight, his arms crossed over his chest. "Oh, come on. Of course she'd want her friends there to cheer them on. She tells me all the time about the sister's and tells you too, Tim."

McGee knew Tony was going to push this, especially after using the name he preferred and a name Tony rarely used. "No, it's a bad idea, Tony."

"Oh stop it Mcnofun. Really, besides your book or on line games what are you doing tonight?"

"In case you don't remember we haven't slept very well during this whole case. I'm eating and going to bed." McGee stated adamantly.

Tony turned to Ziva. "Ok then, what about you, Ziva? Are you coming to cheer her on or you going to bed too?"

Ziva felt uncomfortable, she didn't know how Abby would react. "I don't know, Tony. Do you think Abby will not get mad?"

"Naw, she'll love it." He waved his hand around.

"Then why didn't she invite us?" Tim challenged.

"Maybe because the last time we backed out," the last two words were said stronger as Tony's brow rose, "come on, let's go and I'll bet you we won't get her mad. Twenty bucks on it." He tilted his head and looked at McGee.

"I am in on that one, that we will not make her mad." Ziva smiled.

"And we can't tell her we are coming." Tony told her.

'No, I will not say a word." She agreed.

Tony leaned on McGee's desk, "Have some Mcballs and go. Hey, even if she gets mad at us it's harder to take it out on three then just one. And remember, you aren't sleeping with her anymore." Tony shook his head and then took both hands, placed them on McGee's chin and top of his head and started to shake it yes, "There you go."

"Hey, I didn't say I'd go." Tim didn't like being manipulated, "And us not sleeping together is none of your business." He added curtly.

"Probie, don't get mad now. But you have to go, we need to be a united front for our Abs. What if Ziva and I show up and you don't. What will happen then, the Wrath of Abby?" Tony gave leering smile and eyes wagging.

"Alright, I'll go, but I bet against and both of you will owe me twenty bucks." McGee reluctantly agreed.

"If you win, probie, if you win. Now, as much as I'd love a sweet ride in your Porsche, it's too small for three and so is your mini-coop, Ziva, and mine is too. So why don't we meet in the parking lot at seven and then go in. The game starts at seven thirty and I'll want a hamburger and fries and a huge coke with me for the game." Tony could almost taste the food as he watched the other two agree to the time and where to meet.

Gibbs had been standing where he couldn't be seen with his coffee. He had heard most of the conversation. When it ended he marched into the bullpen and glared at his team that were still standing around McGee's desk.

"Don't you have work to do? 'Cause if you don't I can give you some." Gibbs snapped.

"Yes, Gibbs." Ziva answered and hurried back to her desk.

"On it, boss." Tony smiled at his boss and then hurried back to work.

Gibbs sipped his coffee and gave a slight smile behind the cup. How he loved keeping his team on their toes.

Tony had finished most of his paperwork. He needed to run down to see Ducky and Palmer and hoped he wouldn't be missed. Gibbs had just gone for more coffee so he figured he had just enough time.

He got on the elevator and headed down to autopsy. Once there, the glass doors slid open allowing him to walk in. He watched Palmer cleaning some tools and Ducky typing his report. Tony smiled at the sight before he was noticed.

"Hey Tony." Jimmy smiled as he finished and wiped his hands.

"Hi, Palmer." Tony smiled back.

Ducky looked up at the agent. "Anthony, what a nice surprise. What can I do for you, my dear boy?" The ME asked.

"Well, I just wanted to know if you both knew about the bowling championship that Abby's in, you know with the nuns?" He looked at them both with his head cocked to the side.

"Yes, that is tonight isn't it? Abigail did say something about it. Are you going?" He asked inquisitively.

"Yup, it's tonight and even though Abby hasn't invited us I thought a cheering section would be nice. Got Ziva and McGee to go, though McGee thinks Abby will be mad," Tony grinned at the next part, "Bet him twenty buck that she won't. So are you both going?"

"You'll win the bet you know." Ducky said while he printed the report out.

"I know, that's why it's so much fun," he chuckled, "Now, cans you guys go? And we can't tell Abby." He explained.

"Oh I would certainly love to, but I have to take care of mother. You see the nurse leaves at a certain time. If I don't make arrangements ahead of time she can not stay, I'm afraid. Do give her my best, Anthony." The ME sighed in regret.

"Sure will, Ducky," Tony then turned to Palmer. "What about you, Palmer?"

"Yeah, that would be fun. I've heard all about the bowling with the nuns and would love to see it. Sure, what time?" Jimmy told him, excited to be included.

"We're meeting at the alley at seven, grab something there to eat and then the game starts at seven thirty." Tony told the ME assistant.

"Great, I'll be there." Jimmy promised.

"Ok, see you than and remember don't tell Abby." Tony turned to leave, but was called back.

"Anthony! Are you asking Jethro?" Ducky questioned.

"Um, I was going to, but he's been in a bad mood today if you know what I mean." He explained.

"Oh yes, he has been like that today, hasn't he. Well, I can ask him for you if you wish." Ducky offered.

"That would be so great. Thanks, Ducky."

"Not a problem, lad. I know how Jethro can be so you better get back up there before he comes looking for you." He warned.

"Oh yeah, your right. See ya!" Tony called out as he dashed to the elevator. He didn't want to give Gibbs a reason to make him stay and do more work, or cause a worse mood from his boss.