NCIS: Best Shots

Chapter Thirty-Four: Little Too Late

Once again, the very special NCIS agents on Team Gibbs were having some rare down time, and Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David looked ready to commit murder. McGee, the Bossman himself, and Abby looked on in concern as Ziva snarled, "I can't believe you went on an undercover assignment without telling the team—without telling me!"

Her partner opened his mouth for a furious retort but was interrupted by music spouting from McGee's computer as it had two times before.

"Talk about dèĵa vu," Tony muttered, drawing chuckles from Ziva. They both shut up at a warning glare from Gibbs as the artist began singing.

I hear you had a good offer down on, Third Avenue

You tell me that was the reason

For whatcha' put me through, yeah

And now you come collapsin' back

I feel the heat of your attack

Want me to take you back

I'm givin' you the sack

So don't waste your time

It's a little too little

It's a little too late

I'm a little too hurt

And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say

You can cry to me baby

But there's only so much I can take

Oh, it's a little too little

It's a little too late

If the two quarreling partners hadn't shut up with the infamous Gibbs Glare at the beginning of the song, they would have now. As it was, their jaws practically dropped to the floor. Finally, Ziva sputtered, "I am not! I do not want him back! We were never going out!"

Tony was likewise speechless, yet he was smart enough to realize this song was in Ziva's point of view.

You say you had a good time

But did ya' think it was for free, yeah

And how much did it get ya', all their flattery

And now you come back, runnin' for protection

You've been bitten by love and stung by rejection

You can't connect

What did you expect

I'm still getting over you

It's a little too little

It's a little too late

I'm a little too hurt

And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say

You can cry to me baby

But there's only so much I can take

Oh, it's a little too little

It's a little too late

It's a little too little

It's a little too late

I'm a little too hurt

And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say

Well you can cry to me baby

But there's only so much, only so much I can take

Oh, it's a little too little

It's a little too late

It's a little too little

It's a little too late

I'm a little too hurt

And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say

Well you can cry to me baby

'Cause there's only so much, only so much I can take

Oh, it's a little too little

It's a little too little

It's a little too little

It's a little too late

Both Ziva and Tony stood shell-shocked for a moment. After making a speedy recovery, they swung their heads towards the person responsible. The senior field agent growled, "Probie," while the team's Mossad liaison exclaimed, "McGee, that is the last time you try to help us out with our relationship! We are not—"

"I beg to differ," Abby interrupted, a smirk tugging on her lips. It faded quickly when all four of them were snacked upside the head. Shocked, she cried, "GIBBS!"

He looked up innocently. "What?"