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NCIS

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The One

Chapter One

Coffee

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Ziva walked into the office humming, she was an in unusually happy mood. Several people stared, she smiled at them. Ziva ran her hands through her dark hair as she came face to face with Tony, laying on the floor in, disgust.

Ziva raised an eyebrow.

- "Tony what are you doing?" she asked crouching down next to him.

He looked up and sighed, as if the answer to why he was laying on the floor is obvious. Tony turned over on his front, as if he was about to start doing press ups, looking at the mug of coffee in front of him, he gulped. Reached out. Took a swig. Shaking his head he rasped,

"Trying to think like Gibbs."

Ziva frowned "And how is this helping exactly?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "By drinking the same coffee as Gibbs I am now enabled to think like him."

Ziva grinned "Does it work?"

Tony shook his head. Ziva laughed.

"All it's done has given me bad stomach cramps drinking this coffee."

"So would that be why you're laying on the floor?"

"Nah, because this is the very spot here where I'm resting my coffee cup is where Gibbs always stood, so I'm trying to absorb Gibbs's characteristics by laying on the ground he walked on." Tony finished severely convinced that it would work.

"Well at least your trying out different types of coffee, because your coffee taste is a bad a my chronically bad taste in men." Ziva muttered.

Tony propped his head up on his hand, he looked at her quizzically, "You have bad taste in men?"

Ziva looked down at him, "I'm standing next to you aren't I?"

Tony scowled.

End of Chapter

There will be more soon! I just need to type it up. Sorry the chapter's so short. Please Review.