DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS of any of its characters, although I'd love to, just to make them GET TOGETHER ALREADY!!! I also do not own any of the songs played in this fic :(
As Tony lounged at his desk, he noticed how bored Ziva looked. She was leaning forward, chin in one hand, drumming on her desk. Tony looked around. They were the only ones left in the office; why couldn't they have some fun?
“Hey, Zee-vah!” he said, as he plugged his iPod into his computer. “Abby told me she saw u air guitaring on the security feed the other night.” Ziva looked up at him. “Maybe u could show...
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