"How on earth do you know all that?" Tony teased Tim as he rambled on about some kind of computer program which baffled all of his companions.
"Well, I studied the subject, for one" Tim replied, irritated by Tony's attitude, and he shrugged "Anyways, you guys should try it, it's awesome."
The following three minutes were filled with Tim droning on and on about these recommendations, to the point that Ziva groaned.
Tony decided something needed to be done to stop this torture, and thus used the only resource he could use readily: His hand, Gibbs-style.
So he slapped the back of Tim's head, in what had come to be known as Gibbs-slap by everyone in the team, thanks to their boss being the one to begin the tradition.
"Hey, what was that for?" Tim protested, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's what Gibbs would have wanted me to do, and I follow orders from my superiors" Tony replied with a chuckle, making Ziva roll her eyes all over again.
This time, though, she was smiling with amusement.
"Don't encourage him, Ziva!" Tim hissed, though even he couldn't avoid chuckling lightly.