"Grab your gear."
A/N: So, I have been bingeing on NCIS lately, and got the idea for this. It is set about mid-season 8, so 2011. As usual, I have no rights to ownership or anything like that to any of the characters, sets, places, organizations or such like from this story, just the story idea.
"You're joking! There is no way you could have been - is that Tony?" Ziva started slightly. She had already been through that once this year, Tony beating them to work. It was strange that he was doing so again.
"It looks like him," Tim answered back. "But he's, he's busy. Working, or at least seeming to. Surfing the web, do you think?"
"Perhaps. I suppose we could go over there and see. Should we try to sneak up on him, or just walk over?"
Tony's head snapped in their direction. "Where have you two been? We need to find a case! Now!"
The other two froze, stiff for a beat.
"What are you talking about, Tony?"
"Didn't you read the notice on the board, Mcilliterate? The mandatory Sexual Harrassment training seminars start today! Starts at 9:00, if we can't get a case instead! Goes all day, and tomorrow."
The pair immediately glanced at the big clock on the wall, which read '8:17'.
"How'd I miss that? Damn, we do need a case." Tim slid into his desk, bringing his personal desktop online with a move of the mouse. Swiftly typing his password, he began searching quickly.
"Oh, God, yes. I can still remember the last one. I thought torture wasn't allowed in America?"
"Only if you do it to public employees," Tony answered back. "Now get looking. I've been here for half an hour, and I haven't had a nibble yet."
"If you needed breakfast, I have a bar in my purse," Ziva spoke as she entered her own password into the system.
"Wrong sort of nibble. This is more a fishing metaphor for when you're looking for something to happen, and nothing has, no matter how hard you try." Tony didn't stop typing as he talked. He wasn't usually this focused on work, but the alternative . . .
Twelve minutes later, still with no luck, the group was getting frustrated.
"Did all the bad guys decide to take the day off? Nothing. Nothing!" McGee snapped out.
"Keep looking! I do not want to go through that again. Once was bad enough. This time, I will snap, and kill everyone in the room." It might have seemed a pointless threat, if anyone but Ziva had said it.
"Then it's a good thing you won't have to. Dead girl found at the park, here in Quantico. Reports make her a Marine dependent. Grab your gear." Gibbs sailed through the room, coat over his arm.