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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 6:05:24 GMT -5
Ziva got up rather earlier than usual, and set out for her morning jog. She was donned with the orange cap, a pair of jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. She stopped by IHOP for a quick breakfast before she got to the office anyone else and sighed. They weren't due to arrive for a time. This was going to be a very quiet hour or so. She sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.
She just didn't expect how boring it would be. Sighing, she decided to pass time by cleaning out her desk. It was at least something to do.
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Post by Abby Scuito on May 18, 2009 6:29:17 GMT -5
Abby made her way into the office building. She normally would go down to her lab, but there wwasn't anything for her to do in there, not yet anyhow.
She wore her normal goth garb as she walked into the main office. She saw Ziva cleaning out her desk. She walked over to the partition and peered over it at her. "Working hard?" SHe asked suddenly with a smile.
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 14:08:45 GMT -5
Ziva was busy rummaging through her drawers and tossing things she no longer needed. She didn't hear Abby come up until the goth spoke.
"Working hard?"
Ziva jumped slightly but was able to refrain from pulling out her baretta. Instead, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she straightened and turned to face Abby. Really the girl had to learn not to sneak up on her. It was not a healthy habit.
"I woke up early and figured if I got here early enough I could straighten out my desk before Tony got here and started making wisecracks about it."
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Post by Abby Scuito on May 18, 2009 14:19:18 GMT -5
Abby looked down at the desk. It didn't look to bad to her. Of course, Abby's own desk was littered with random objects. "Or you can be like me and just trash his desk. Then he can't say anything." Abby smiled. She had her ways.
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 14:26:19 GMT -5
Ziva grinned at the suggestion. That really wasn't a bad idea. Without even thinking about it, she found herself eyeing Tony's desk steadily. Then her eyes narrowed. Would he be stupid enough to take something off her desk.
"That's not a bad idea, Abby," she said, somewhat distracted.
She was sure that Tony would take anything off anyone's desk just to annoy them, barring Gibbs of course. He wouldn't dare try Gibbs. Ziva wasn't sure why he would want to test her own nerves, but it definitely was something Tony enjoyed doing.
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Post by Abby Scuito on May 18, 2009 14:33:30 GMT -5
Abby smiled and shrugged. "I get them on occacion." She walked around the partition and sat on top of Tim's desk. She set her coffin bag down on the clean surface. "Do you always come early?" She asked bored.
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 15:42:09 GMT -5
Ziva laughed lightly and started to finish up her desk. Shaking her head as Abby asked if she always came in early, Ziva started to put her things back into the drawers.
"I don't usually come this early," she said. "I woke up earlier than usual this morning. What about you?"
Ziva never really thought that Abby was the type to come to work early. Only McGee seemed to like being that productive.
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Post by Abby Scuito on May 18, 2009 15:51:25 GMT -5
Abby smiled and crossed her legs at the ankles. It should have been hard with the combat boots she was wearing but it wasn't for her, she was used to it. "I always come in earlier. Less sun rays to ruin my complection or to risk skin cancer." She didn't like being in the sun much. There was just to much risk there.
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 17:48:28 GMT -5
"I always come in earlier. Less sun rays to ruin my complection or to risk skin cancer."
"That makes sense," Ziva said.
She glanced at Tony's desk for a minute, thinking of Tony's last few pranks. McGee had gotten particularly bad this recent week. Tim would definitely not get him back even if he deserved. However, Ziva was not above that kind of action. She could get plenty nastier. Pursing her lips she opened up one of her drawers and pulled a can of unused spray paint out. She glanced at Abby and then went over quickly to Tony's desk to spray paint is chair and desk. She'll clean it off tomorrow.
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on May 18, 2009 17:53:10 GMT -5
Tony sighed as he got off the elevator, he really did not want to be at work today. The hangover from last night was causing him excruciating pain. Of course that was what his sun glasses would help with. He didn't want the light killing him this early in the morning. AS he approached his desk though he caught the sight of Abby and Ziva talking.
"SO LADIES!! How are you this morning?" Tony asked, trying but failing to act like his cocky self.
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Post by Abby Scuito on May 18, 2009 17:58:50 GMT -5
Abby smiled. She had to hold back a laugh. Ziva was to funny. She actually did it. Abby didn't think she would. Then Tony walked in. He had it coming. He had been torturing poor McGee. He really didn't deserve it the way Tony did. "Hey Tony." She said trying to hold back giggles.
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 18:05:51 GMT -5
As soon as Ziva heard the elevator ding she was back at her desk, the spray paint can in her desk drawer. Tony's desk and chair were both a very bright pink. Ziva was careful to keep a straight face as he came around the corner.
"Gruff night, Tony?" Ziva asked, noticing he didn't look too well. "You look a little green around the bills."
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Post by Tony DiNozzo on May 18, 2009 18:12:14 GMT -5
"Ruff night Zi-" Tony saw that his whole desk and chair were pink, he couldn't believe it. She had steeped down to that low. He had to recover though, she wanted this war, then he would give her this war.
"Ha ha, well Ziva David, you like playing games don't you?" Tony might possibly have an ace in the whole but it all mattered on how she reacted.
"I noticed last night you had an issue about how you lost your cell phone?" He walked over to his desk and pulled out of the now pink bag her now pink cell phone.
"Wow, that sucks."
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Post by Abby Scuito on May 18, 2009 18:27:34 GMT -5
Abby watched with amusement. This was getting a little crazy. She slid off Tim's desk and walked over to Tony and smacked him upside the head like Gibbs normally did. She had always wanted to do it. It looked like fun, and it kinda was. "Shame on you Tony." She took the phone from Tony and handed it to Ziva. "Sorry."
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Post by Ziva David on May 18, 2009 18:41:49 GMT -5
Ziva couldn't hold back the laugh as he noticed his desk and chair. It was just too funny. However she stopped laughing when she saw her cell phone now matching his chair and desk. She snatched up her letter open and headed over to his desk, intent on stabbing him with it.
It was too bad Abby beat her to him and smacked him upside the head and then handed her the phone. She gave Zive light smile and continued her way toward Tony. She no longer wanted to kill him, but she did want him to hurt. Without a word, she grabbed his arm to twist it a little, maybe break it. She wasn't quite sure yet.
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