All right. Several warnings. I have never written for the Sherlock or NCIS fandom before. Attempting a crossover, therefore, is probably not the best idea. But I couldn't resist! I saw the fact that there were only 7 crossovers! I nearly had a heart attack. I may have cried a little bit.

The characters will probably be extremely OOC but I'll do my best. If anyone actually enjoys this, I mean even if one person does, I'll continue. I might continue anyway, because I can't get this idea out of my head! This is just a set up chapter, a little snippet NCIS. It's incredibly short, I know. Chapters will usually be a lot longer than this, promise. And from here on will at least contain a bit of Sherlock.

All mistakes are mine, feel free to point them out. I appreciate writing help! I'm a hard core Tiva and Johnlock shipper, but I'll try to tone it down. Unless you guys want it?...

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Sherlock. Don't remind me.

Tony Dinozzo was bored. Feet sprawled across his desk, and fingers working absentmindedly at his phone, Tony's mind was annoyingly empty.

Yes, Tony Dinozzo was completely, and utterly, bored. And his partner wasn't even there to share in his fate. Not even McGeek was present. Tony frowned, idly shutting off his game of Tetris. Where was everybody?

Tony whipped out his phone, intending to ceaselessly text his partner until he got a response. Even if it annoyed her, (and annoying Ziva generally ended with crippling pain) at least it would entertain him. Soft breathing on his neck stopped him, however.

"Can not live without me for more than a couple of minutes, Tony?" Ziva breathed by Tony's ear.

Ziva David was also incredibly bored. No case had appeared for at least a week, and the entire of Team Gibbs had finished documenting every cold case. Every. Last. One. That alone was a testament to their boredom.

Ziva watched with pleasure as her partner visibly jumped, and whipped around to face her. Ziva had been fruitlessly wandering in an effort to entertain herself. She had taken a place out of sight of her partner, and observed him unobtrusively. Ziva had watched amusedly as the boredom she was feeling had seeped into Tony. She had seen him retrieve his cell-phone from his pocket, and had immediately known what he was thinking. Dinozzo's method of entertaining himself was to bother others. Ziva had her own method, one which she was currently enjoying .

Tony ignored the shiver that rippled through him. Ziva's breath tickled the hairs on the back of his neck, and left a not-entirely-unpleasant tingle. The woman had always had this effect on him. It had been incredibly distracting at first, but, as the years went by, Tony had steadily increased his immunity. It would never amount to anything, after all. He had nearly lost his partner several years ago, and, to be honest, he was grateful just for her presence. Nothing else really mattered.

"Ninja, I thought I had finally engrained manners in you. Sneaking up on people is not good." Tony reprimanded, trying to calm his racing heart. The blasted woman got him every time.

Tony shot Ziva his sharpest glare, and she responded by slinking over to her desk. She reclined lazily in her chair.

"Gibbs sneaks up on you all the time. You do not scold him." Ziva pointed out. Her pony tail brushed her back as she leaned back in her chair as a challenge. Ziva noted the figure behind Tony. This would be interesting. Ziva was confident Tony would fall into her carefully laid trap. It would be interesting indeed.

"Yeah, well Boss, is Boss. Can you imagine someone trying to teach Gibbs manners?" Tony retorted sarcastically. An amused smirk over took his face. God bless the person who tried to teach Gibbs proper social niceties. If Ziva's smirk was any indication, Tony would regret those words. And he knew exactly why.

Tony's face scrunched in a flinch, even as Gibbs's hand was yet to collide with the back of his head. When it did, the solid crack resounded throughout the office. Ziva's exotic face scrunched minutely in sympathy, before breaking into a victorious grin. How she loved getting the one-up on her partner.

"My second ex-wife did." Gibbs said shortly, giving Tony his best glare. Tony winced. Rubbing the back of his head, he was unable to resist cracking a joke.

"That why she came after you with a seven-iron, Boss?"

Tony was going to regret that one too. Ziva was watching the exchange with visible glee. This at least, was entertaining. Tony was clearly about to get head-slapped again. She had warned him about the ex-wife cracks, but Tony never listened.

The sharp trilling of Gibbs's phone filled the bullpen.

"Saved by the bell." Tony muttered in relief. Ziva rolled her eyes.

"No, Tony. You were saved by the phone. There was no bell." Ziva snapped. Tony shook his head in despair. The woman would never get it.

Both turned to Gibbs as he snapped his phone shut. The Boss's face was carefully composed as usual. But, if Tony and Ziva didn't know better, they would say there was a bit of relief in Gibbs's tone when he barked,

"Gear up. Where's McGee?" Tony and Ziva leapt up so quickly that they missed the question.

"Case?" Both nearly shouted with joy.

"Dead marine. Nothing to be happy about." Gibbs snapped at the sight of their glowing faces. He wasn't entirely sincere. Gibbs, too, had been suffering from the lack of case-work.

"Course not boss." Tony immediately corrected. Both agents muffled their grins into mock-serious expressions.

Gibbs strode past them both to the elevator, and Dinozzo and David eagerly followed. Scooping up their gear, they scrambled after their boss.

McGee appeared before them, blocking their path to the elevator. His hand was gripped tightly around a cup of coffee, and he was sipping deeply. McGee seemed entirely relaxed, not festering with boredom like his two colleagues.

He abruptly caught sight of Ziva and Tony darting towards the elevator.

"Case?" McGee asked. At the sharp nod of the other two, McGee darted towards his desk. Gear was scooped up, and soon he was racing towards the elevator after his team. McGee nimbly squeezed between the narrowing opening, and took his place in the elevator.

His coffee perched forlornly on his desk. Situated neatly between scattered papers, the cheap cup radiated heat. A small tendril of steam snaked up from his cup and rose upward toward the infuriating skylight. Team Gibbs bounced eagerly in the elevator. Yes, all was right in the world.

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