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Post by Ziva David on Jan 18, 2010 11:47:19 GMT -7
"And they say that my driving is bad..." Ziva muttered, hefting her black duffel bag into a more comfortable position on her shoulder. Mid-day Miami traffic had caused them to take much longer than they should have taken to get to the hotel and check in. Cars speeding by going at least forty miles over the speed limit, the nearly constant stream of honking horns and shouted profanity... it was a wonder anyone got anywhere without crashing.
At least they'd gotten here without denting the fender of the rental car and had gotten the room keys. The team all had separate rooms, though they were all in the same general area. Ziva stopped outside of room 233, the room she and Abby were supposed to be staying in for the duration of the case.
"This is our stop..." she said, glancing at Tony, who held the room keys, holding her hand out for the right one.
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 19, 2010 4:31:33 GMT -7
Tony looked up and down the narrow corridor, the hotel had that typical manilla walls and brown carpet. "You know I was expecting a place with a bit more class," he commented as he searched through the tags and passed the right one to Ziva. He knew he weren't on vacation but seriously, they could have been put up in an hotel with better standards even though so far he had only seen the lobby and the floor where their rooms were located. "I just hope the food is better."
He would obviously get looks from both women so he just shrugged. "What I am just saying...I mean you two have to share a room...how unbecoming is that?!"
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Post by Abby Sciuto on Jan 19, 2010 7:09:44 GMT -7
Abby followed the pair quietly, which should have been the first clue that something was up. Wearing an innocent smile as she moved up behind Tony, she looked down at the room plans. "Um, hey Tony... Looks like you're actually Agent Davids' bunk mate, at least according to this." She said, holding up the room reservations. Little did they know but Abby, being the clever and cunning lab tech that she was, had called ahead before the trip to switch up rooms so that Tony and Ziva would end up sharing a room. Of course, she hadn't thought of the repercussions in doing so, because she hadn't been scheduled to join them. Gibbs had asked her last minute to come with them and well, Abby didn't realize who that left her with as *her* bunk buddy.
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 19, 2010 8:10:03 GMT -7
This cut off his ranting immediately and he looked at Abby with a look of disbelief. "You're kidding me right..." He glanced to Ziva to see what she made of all this then looked back to the lab tech. "Right?" Tony watched her carefully with the eye of a trained investigator, he looked down to the sheet in her hand. "Gimme that." Tony snatched the copy out of her hand and looked over the details then over to Ziva and back to Abby. "I'm gonna need ear plugs."
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Post by Ziva David on Jan 19, 2010 9:15:54 GMT -7
Ziva took the electronic room key from Tony and had slid it halfway into the locking mechanism on the door when Abby spoke. "I... was not aware of the development..." Ziva said, pushing the key the rest of the way in and turning the handle of the door, pushing it open. With one foot in the door, she stopped dead and turned a hard glare on DiNozzo.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she hissed in response to his comment about needing earplugs. "You snore worse than I do!"
[OOC]sorry it's kinda short... I'm in between classes at the moment...[/OOC]
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 19, 2010 10:05:01 GMT -7
Tony raised his eye brows at her. "Hmmm really? You wouldn't know considering how I never got any sleep during that assignment. Ask the FBI...they were spying on us after all and they'll tell you..." He paused realising that she would probably kill him where he stood right now or while he was slept.
"You know what...maybe I should just shut up while I still have knee caps." He glanced to Abby and then back up at the ceiling. "I knew there was a reason why I didn't like this place." The former cop threw his holdall down in annoyance while muttering something about how Magnum wouldn't put up with this sort of behaviour.
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Post by Ziva David on Jan 19, 2010 12:04:39 GMT -7
"You didn't get any sleep?!?" she countered angrily, tossing her black duffel into the room and folding her arms over her chest. "You have no idea how many times I considered smothering you with a pillow, if only to stop that irritating noise!" Conveniently ignoring the comment about the FBI, she let out a heavy, angry sigh. The FBI were a bunch of idiots if they actually thought that the sex she'd pretended to have with the annoying cop had been real. But since Abby was here, she didn't quite think that was worth mentioning.
No matter how interesting that particular encounter had been, the gothic scientist did not need to know more about it than she already did.
"Maybe you should. And you will stay on your side of the room until we get this mixed-up fixed." The glare the assassin leveled at her co-worker was practically accusatory. Though she was very, very secretly a tiny bit happy about ending up with him as her roommate, she had to hide it. If she let on that he could have a chance with her, it could jeopardize what she had found back home in Tel Aviv. And she couldn't let that happen.
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Post by Abby Sciuto on Jan 19, 2010 19:43:39 GMT -7
The gothic lab tech watched in amused silence as the two looked over the documents she had been holding a moment ago. Oh this scene was too amusing for her. "Gees, maybe it's a good thing you two are sharing a room, you sound like an old married couple." She chuckled, shaking her head. Pulling out her card key, she looked between the two NCIS agents and shook her head again. "Have fun you two... Just think, you can braid each other's hair, gush about crushes and watch chick flicks all night." She laughed, turning her back on them and going in search of her room. "If this doesn't work, I swear nothing will.." She muttered to herself.
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 20, 2010 3:55:34 GMT -7
It seemed to him that Abby had taken her leave a little too early, she couldn't have had anything to do with the little "mix-up" or could she? "I do not do chick flicks," he called after her. Tony's eyes never left her as she walked down the narrow and brightly lit corridor, he finally tore his gaze from her and then looked to Ziva. Even though he would never admit it to her or anyone else but that first undercover mission with her had actually been quite an experience, getting beaten to within an inch of his life hadn't been so fun but everything else leading up to that had been pretty damned sweet.
"Well thank god for small favours," he said as he picked up his bag and moved past her. Tony gave the room a once over, it was far from impressive but it looked clean and free of roaches, he set the holdall down on the bed located on the right hand side. "I'll take this one..." He looked back to Ziva. "You're lucky we don't have to share a bed because I'll tell you now...I wouldn't have offered to take the floor."
With that little sentiment out in the open Tony began unpacking his holdall.
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Post by Ziva David on Jan 20, 2010 8:22:55 GMT -7
Ziva watched Abby leave, turning her glare on the goth's back, focusing more on what she'd said before she left rather than what was said as she was leaving. Married couple, indeed. As if she'd ever even think of marrying a man like Tony... At his comment, she shifted her eyes back to him. "That makes two of us..." she added, following him in and picking up her bag from where it had fallen when she had thrown it. She gladly took the left side of the room, setting her bag back on the floor at the foot of the bed and sitting on the edge of it.
"I wouldn't have either..." she replied, her voice once again devoid of hostility. Reaching up behind her head, she tugged out the rubber band that held her hair up out of her face, letting the dark curtain fall around her face and shoulders. Securing the rubber band around her wrist, she watched her partner for a moment longer before the half-glare returned.
"You know something... or think you do..." she accused. "What is it?"
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 20, 2010 8:40:22 GMT -7
Shifting his wash bag off the top of his clothes and setting it on the small bedside tablet he glanced back to Ziva. "What do you mean I think I know something?" he retorted, the hostility had also dropped from his tone but he was far from polite. Tony continued pulling various items of clothes out as he spoke. "Are you on about the case or our little...situation?" He paused as he held up a brightly coloured shirt with crazy patterns on it and proceeded to fold it again. "Because if it's to do with this then yeah...I got a theory."
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Post by Ziva David on Jan 20, 2010 13:13:59 GMT -7
"We haven't even seen the body, yet, Tony... why would I possibly assume you know anything about the case? Of course I mean the current situation..." Ziva refrained from recoiling in horror at the sight of the shirt, choosing instead to gesture at it and proclaim, "that shirt is noisy enough to wake the dead..." before reaching to drag her bag across the floor to unzip.
"What is your theory?" she asked, starting to pull carefully folded items out of her bag and setting them in neat piles next to her on the bed.
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 21, 2010 0:43:32 GMT -7
Instead of responding to her comment about how they hadn't even seen the body yet, he gave a shrug. He didn't pretend to understand the way Ziva's mind worked and he wasn't going to lose sleep trying to figure it out either. He also chose to ignore the comment about his shirt, he looked at it a few seconds longer than intended as he set it down. Perhaps it was a little...busy but god damn it, it got him noticed.
"Isn't it obvious Ms David?" Tony asked his tone taking on a mocking quality again as he finished unpacking and kicked his empty bag under the bed. "I doubt the hotel would make a mix up on that scale...looks to me like they cannot afford to lose business over something like that...and didn't our favourite forensic scientist..." As he spoke he made a shooing motion with his hands. "Skedaddle away a little too fast after that...shall we say..." He looked back to her. "Revelation."
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Post by Ziva David on Jan 21, 2010 11:54:30 GMT -7
One refined eyebrow arched in mild interest as she thought about what Tony had said. Abby had been acting oddly, well... more oddly than usual. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the implication sunk in.
"We have been set up..." she said unnecessarily. "Why, though?" she thought aloud as she finished unpacking her clothes and folded up the bag. Her dark eyes were just a tad darker with suspicion and a tiny bit of anger as she carried the folded bag and a pile of clothes to the dresser. "Why would anyone possibly rearrange the reservations to put the two of us in the same room? It makes no sense." Ziva sighed as she arranged her clothes in one of the drawers.
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Post by Anthony DiNozzo on Jan 22, 2010 2:51:17 GMT -7
Even though he had come up with this theory he didn't have a reason to back it up with and offered a shrug, he turned back to Ziva and sat down on the bed. Tony tested it, not too soft and not too firm, it would do. "Maybe she just wanted to share with McGee...or maybe McGee put her up to it, he would rather have us kill each other than share a room with me..." His eyes were darting back and fourth as he stared at the floor, reeling off different scenarios.
The thought that Abby were trying to set him and Ziva up in any way didn't even occur to him, he glanced to the attractive Mossad officer. "As if being stranded on a ship for months wasn't bad enough I have to come home and put up with this crap."
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