A/N: I don't know where this came from. But I like it. So, I'm not going to bore you. Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. *Sigh* Review/Favorite/Follow! (P.S. If you are a huge Ziva fan you may not really like the treatment of her. Just a warning.) (P.P.S. This is un Beta'd and will most likely stay that way.)

Tony was tired of being looked down on. Sure, he wasn't as smart as McGee or as ninja like as Ziva but he had his own things. He had his own contacts that have helped in many cases. He had street experience that neither one would ever have. He is amazing at undercover work, he knew how to get under peoples skin without it looking obvious. He did his job amazingly. Sure not how everyone else wants him to, but Gibbs knew that was how he worked and never said anything. Yes, he got the occasional head slap but Tony and Gibbs had talked about that and that was to keep him focused and a way to tell him good job. It may look like Gibbs is smacking his head with the force of a freight train but he really isn't. They just have to pretend because everyone 'knows' Abby is his favorite. She's not. Tony is and that makes Tony feel special.

He was the only one that was really chosen to work with Gibbs. Gibbs didn't really give him an option. He kind of dragged him here and led him to HR to sign up. With Kate he just suggested it to her because Tony was talking about her potential if they could just break her out of her shell. McGee just kind of appeared. Don't get him wrong, McGee is a powerful asset for the team but he kind of thrust himself on them. He didn't really give them time to get used to him before they had decided since he keeps staying here and he is good, let's have him. Ziva was different. She came out of nowhere and wasn't really wanted at first due to Ari and the fact they had just lost Kate made it even harder, especially for Tony. They had just finally decided to be together and got Gibbs to allow them to date but then she had to get shot. It was hard for Tony. Gibbs was the only one who could comfort him. Gibbs told him about Shannon and Kelly that night. Tony had his suspicions about that due to his own background check but he didn't want to dig too far.

Tony sat in the bullpen with his feet propped up on his desk leaned back with his eye closed. He could hear McGee typing away at his computer, knew Gibbs was in MTAC, and Ziva was late. Again. For some reason Ziva was getting more and more careless everywhere. She was trying to 'out rank' him, even though she can't, at crime scenes, boasting that she was better agent, when everyone doesn't think so. She thinks just because he acted like a 'partying frat boy' that made him less. And not to mention he was a cop before this. Tony couldn't help but scoff because sure their job title says Agent but they are still a type of cop. If anything that makes Tony more informational about the job. But, Tony wasn't just a cop in her eyes. He was a beat cop, the lowest man on the pole. Did she not know he was the lead detective in Baltimore? She should since she helped Ari get information and all.

"Wake up. You are not to be sleeping on the job Tony. We have things we need to be doing." Ziva said and Tony could hear the aggravation in her voice. Apparently she could also boss him around. Tony just ignored her. He didn't feel like dealing with her. He knew if he said one thing, one thing would turn into bigger things and then his temper, that he prides himself able to keep calm, well be set lose and all of the things called feelings will be spewed out. And if there is one thing Tony doesn't like talking about its feelings, especially in the work place.

Ziva huffed and walked over to his desk and stood there for a minute. At first he wasn't sure what she was going to do but when he felt his lukewarm coffee being thrown on him he jumped up out of his seat and glared a Gibbs' like glare and he noticed her step back a little.

"Agent David, explain yourself, now." He said as calmly as he could but it was also a quiet calm and the calm before the storm was a perfect way to explain Tony when he was mad. He was trying, really trying not to flip and everyone that was in the bullpen area all stopped and looked at them. Tony could see McGee out of the corner of his eyes looking back and forth like a tennis match. He also saw someone running up the steps to MTAC.

"You did not listen and I did what was needed." She said as she crossed her arms. Trying to hide the worry she was starting to feel. "You are supposed to listen to orders and you did not. I will be telling Gibbs you were being lazy and not working." She said with a smirk.

"Did you stop to think I was done with my paperwork? That I was resting since I had been up since four this morning due to the boiler in my apartment building bursting? Did you even stop to consider that my coffee could have been fresh and scorching hot and, if it was, could have burned me badly? Did you Officer David?" He asked his voice slightly rising due to anger and frustration. He was tired of being looked down upon. And it was going to stop today.

Gibbs had been in MTAC pretty much since he got there. If it weren't for Tony he wouldn't of even had his morning coffee, having to go straight in there. They were doing the routine meeting of all the bases commenting on certain cases and such and such. He was actually having a pretty good morning until Balboa came in looking worried.

"Um, Gibbs, you better come quick. Tony is about to explode." Balboa said in a rush looking back every other second.

Gibbs didn't need to hear anymore when he turned and told the others that he would contact later and took of the headset and walked quickly out the door ignoring Leon who was trying to get information. He came to the steps and saw Tony glaring at Ziva and covered in what he guessed was coffee. All Gibbs could really think was Ziva had better not hurt his boy. He started down the steps when Tony had asked the last question using Officer instead of Agent.

Gibbs watched as Ziva uncrossed her arms and let them fall next to her. He could see worry and slight relief at seeing him.

"Gibbs, Tony was laying on the job. He had his feet propped up on his desk and when I told him to take them off he did not listen." She said throwing a smirk at Tony. Gibbs saw the way Tony's eyes flashed and the way he took a half step forward. He walked closer lying a light hand on his SFA's shoulder and felt him relax just a bit. No one dared to correct Ziva on her misuse of an American phrase. They were worried that Tony, not Gibbs, Tony would chew them out. They watched back and forth between the three, and they could all see it was two against one.

"And he listens to you when? I don't remember making you my senior field agent. I don't remember putting you in charge at all. Ever. The only person who I've put in charge is Tony. No offense but he is the only one who I'll trust to have my back in the field because I know what he does and I know he can do his job. Yeah, he may do it in a different way than everyone else but that doesn't make him lower than you David. And you and McGee not following his orders goes against your job. He is you SFA. He is your boss when I'm not here. And if I hear you don't listen to him McGee I swear I'll ship you back off to Norfolk. This is too many times to count. David, I'm letting the Director handle you. If it was me I would send you across the country. You don't listen, you go off on your own, you have gotten people hurt and killed, and the smaller things. Your late, your rude, your bratty. That makes people not want to work with you and until you get your attitude adjusted I don't even want to see you." Gibbs said and he knew it was harsh but Ziva only understood harsh. They had tried to be nice and calm with her but last time they gave her, her third or fourth chance she got an agent hurt and one in critical condition who is just now able to do things on his own.

That was when Leon made his presence known. Everyone jumped, besides Tony and Gibbs, when he started talking.

"You are suspended for two weeks and you will go to FLET-C and take some refresher courses after those two weeks. You will hand over your gun and badge until you come back. When you come back you will be reassigned to a different team. If you can't work with Agent DiNozzo then you cannot be on Gibbs' team. Hand your gun and badge over to Gibbs and you will be escorted to your car once you have gathered your things. Have a good day Ms. David." Vance said and turned towards Gibbs and Tony, nodded and walked back up to his office.

Gibbs wouldn't admit it but he was shocked. It was known around the building that Vance didn't particularly like Tony and to pretty much stick up for him without saying it was a pretty big deal. Gibbs patted Tony's shoulder and felt how soaked it actually was. Gibbs turned him around and noticed Tony still was angry. His eyes were a dark green and you could barely see the tints of blue that were in them.

"My office." Gibbs said as he started walking to the elevator and knew Tony would follow.

They got in and when it started to move Gibbs hit the emergency stop button.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked and Tony took a deep breath. Tony knew Gibbs would stand up for him. And he would have to thank whoever went up the stairs for getting him or he would have snapped and it wouldn't have been pretty.

"You know what happened." Tony said looking down at the ground crossing his arms across his chest.

"I only know what Ziva said. For all I know she could have been making things up." Gibbs said as he looked over his agent with concern. He saw the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and the slow motions he was doing.

Tony sighed and started, "I was lying back in my seat like she said, when she came in, late may I add. I was just resting my eyes a bit. Being up since four and being here since four forty-five puts a strain on your body, and not to mention pretty much working through the whole time. Getting all my case reports and the reports I have to do for SFA position. I was just tired and I was already on my third cup of coffee. I didn't want to start anything so I just ignored her. Guess she didn't like that and threw my coffee on me." Tony held up his hand when he saw Gibbs was about to interrupt. "It wasn't steaming hot. It was lukewarm, slight redness but no real sting to it. Got my clothes all messed up and ruined but no actual harm to me." Gibbs seemed somewhat okay with this but Tony knew he was still worried.

"You're coming over to my house. Be there at 2100. Bring beer and a movie, preferably a western. You can stay in your room and we'll run in the morning." Gibbs said with his half smile. Tony couldn't help but smile back. "I was worried when Balboa came and got me, Son. I thought something had happened."

"Sorry, Dad. So it was Balboa that got you. I'll have to thank him. I'll think of a gift." Tony said as Gibbs rolled his eyes and smiled at him again.

"Remember my house 2100." He said as he walked out of the elevator and to his ringing phone. "Gibbs." He listened for a bit. "On our way," He hung up the phone and threw the keys to McGee. "Gear up! Dead Marine down by Quantico, McGee, gas the truck, DiNozzo with me."

"On your six Boss," Tony said as he gathered his gear quickly and walked towards Gibbs.

"I know." Gibbs said and that was one thing they both knew for certain. They always had each other's sixes.