9A/N: Hello again! I hope that you enjoyed the first installment of Lethal Dreams, because here is the second chapter!
Thank you to those who reviewed: ZandVsupporter, AthosionWarrior, and to melzdog123.
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Warning!: Tiva fluff!
Dedication: This is for one of my best friends in the entire world, Andrea, who is moving away. I'm going to miss you!
Disclaimer: If I owned NCIS I would be out celebrating, not sitting here righting. (So basically I don't own NCIS.)
Lethal Dreams:
Chapter 2: Did you say Boot camp?
All of us on team Gibbs were finally winding down after a week consisting of a triple homicide and four all nighters.
In our famous bullpen, McGoo was asleep at his desk, with his fingers still on the keys. How can he fall asleep sitting up? Ziva had her head on her desk, knocked out, and clutching her gun. That's Zee-Vah for you. Gibbs was probably lying down on one of the autopsy tables, but none of us really knew where he was. Abby was asleep on a makeshift bed, down in her lab and Jenny was asleep on the couch in her office. Yeah right, she's probably with Gibbs. Ducky went home to be with his mother, and Palmer has been out of town for the two days.
Tony took one look around the bullpen before settling down in the space behind his desk. When he finally drifted off to sleep, the strangest thought crossed his mind: I wonder what boot camp is like?
Tony woke up to the sound of Reveille being played in his ear. He jumped about ten feet in the air, wondering where the hell he was.
'Get up, Lieutenant!" an angry voice shouted at me. Tony knew that voice; it was the voice of one, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Tony could tell that he was angry so he quickly got dressed in the cloths that were laid out on the bed for him.
He could see Gibbs standing in the distance, wearing his… Gunnery sergeant Uniform? That was odd. Gibbs also looked as though he was about to blow a gasket.
"Lieutenant DiNozzo! Get your ass down here this instant, before I call doctor Mallard to severe..."
"I'm right here Gibbs." I called out running towards him, smiling the famous DiNozzo smile.
"What did you call me, Lieutenant?" Gibbs asked as he gave me his glare.
"Uh, I called you Gunny, Sir." I replied smirking, right before a hand connected with the back of my head.
"That was for calling me sir." Gibbs said to my unasked question. I rubbed my head as Gibbs turned away and motioned for me to follow him.
"Go warm up with McGee, and then be ready for our morning jog." Then Gibbs disappeared and he was left alone with McGeek. Tony turned and faced him, noticing that McGee was looking a little bit more ripped that usual.
* 1 hour and 30 minutes later*
Tony was panting heavily as McBuff, his new nickname for Tim, tackled him again.
"God, McGee! When did you get you ripped?" Questioned Tony as he leaped out of the way to avoid his partner. McGee just grunted in response.
"McGee, you have to help me wake up. I won't survive boot camp! I've taken far too many close calls in my life time, plus I really don't want to live with Mr. No Nonsense Gibbs. Do you?" Tony asked as he turned and faced McGee who was standing at attention.
Tony sensed Gibbs standing behind him and opened his mouth to say something, when he felt a hand connect with the back of his head. Even in my dreams I'm getting head slapped!
"DiNozzo, McGee since you've already been for your run and are done warming up, I think that it is time that you meet our newest recruit. "Gunny/Gibbs said as he moved aside to reveal a very familiar person. "Boys this is Former Mossad officer, Ziva David. She has provided the Navy with vital information and they believe that she will make a fitting addition to our team."
Ziva was wearing a black sweater and tan cargo pants, looking as gorgeous as ever. But at the same time she looked extremely lethal and scary. Kind of like when they first met. Tony smiled at the memory.
Tony was now going to press his luck by doing what usually gets him threats of bodily injuries or slow and painful deaths. But this is only a dream, so nothing should hurt that badly. Right?
"Hey Zee-Vah! How's it…" Before he could even finish his sentence, Tony felt his legs give out and crumple down. He realized that she had kicked the back of his knees, so naturally he went down, hard.
After that he rolled over to find Ziva straddling him and holding a knife to his throat. "You will address me as Officer David or David, not by Ziva. Do you understand?" She asked in a low voice. Her brown eyes piercing into his greenish blue ones.
He slowly nodded and she got off of him. As Tony regained his balance he realized something important.
If there was a way to possible describe hell on earth in words, those words would be:
Boot Camp.
Tony awoke to find himself back in the bullpen. McGee was just as he was before, but he was extremely surprised to find, the one and only Ziva David curled up next to him. Snoring as usual, while using one of the extra pillows that he had given her, after their first all nighter.
Tony smiled at the as he remembered all there times together, good and bad. Remembering Jeanne, Jenny, Vance, Gibbs' Hiatus, being Agent Afloat, Saleem, and of course, their movie nights.
Together they had overcome these obstacles and were finally on the same page.
More or less.
I wonder why she's over here. Huh? Tony thought for a moment, until slightly shrugging and wrapping his arms around Ziva's waist. As a result she buried her head in his chest.
Maybe crazy dreams aren't so bad after all.
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