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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,656
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prize Fighter
Disclaimer: I own Mark Harmon, he just doesn't know it yet.
Author's note: Hi, guys. Sorry it's taken so long to update. My dad was in hospital a grand total of 4 times and my dog, who was my best friend for 14 years, died 2 months ago. So it's been a bit difficult getting into the right mindset. I do apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I wrote most of it months ago and I just finished it off, a bit, so I'd get into the right mode of writing. The next one will be longer and hopefully not full of plot holes.
Also, anybody seen the last episode? Woah! Cliffhanger!!! And now that NCIS is done and Bones is done... what the hell am I gonna watch for the next few months?
Btw, any thoughts on the spin-off?
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-Business or pleasure? – Tony asked – What do you think, Ziva?
-Oh, definitely business… Perhaps pleasure later…
-Ewwww, Ziva! You think she and the boss…?
-Tony I did not know you had such a problem grasping the basic concept of sex…- Ziva smirked.
-I do NOT! Have ANY problems… with… you know… sex… but come on… I mean… She’s just sitting there. She rarely comes up. Think we should do something?
-How about offering the lady a cup of coffee, DiNozzo?
As per usual, their boss had materialized out of thin air behind them. There just had to be some secret door somewhere that Gibbs’ team wasn’t aware of… Yet! But some day, SOME DAY, very special agent Anthony DiNozzo was going to find it.
He strode past them, smirk on his face. It just wasn’t a good morning if it didn’t start with Tony cringing. And then there she was, sitting at his desk.
-Lieutenant Colonel Mann… What can we do for you?
She plunked a case file on his desk. This was not a happy Hol. Perhaps spending the night away from her and cancelling their dinner plans had not been one of his best ideas. But then again he had kissed Abby and now, knowing her taste, knowing how her lips felt against his, he couldn’t bring himself to be… intimate… with Hol. Not yet anyway.
-Well, Gibbs, it would seem we will be working together. – Lieutenant Colonel Mann said. – I will require full disclosure and access to your lab. And before you growl at me, I have coordinated the whole thing with your director.
Damn Jenny. She’d do this just to see him squirm. The woman he was currently dating and the woman who he once… dated… getting along. Oh, he was in all sorts of trouble.
-Well, seems I have no say in the matter, - Gibbs grumbled.
-Correct. Now if you don’t mind, and even if you do, I will be going downstairs to give your lab tech instructions.
And with that, Hollis left. The team stared after her. Was she suicidal? Giving Abby instructions? Everybody knew that you leave the trace evidence and say what you need done. And leave Abby to her own devices. And when you came back, you always got more than you asked for. But nobody ever gave her ‘instructions’. Not even Gibbs.
-This should be interesting to see, - Tony voiced everybody’s thoughts. – Think it would be wrong to spy on them a bit? Just see who wins the chick fight? Hm… I could even take bets. My money’s on Abby… She has scalpels!
-But the Lieutenant Colonel has years of battle experience and specific training, - Ziva said,- and she has been trained to handle any sort of attack. My money would be on her.
Gibbs just smiled. If he were a betting man, he wouldn’t bet on either. Hol may have the experience but Abby had knowledge of the terrain, access to weaponry, not to mention enormous boots. One well placed kick with those puppies and no amount of special training would keep Hol up. But Tony was reaching for the remote to the plasma and that needed to be stopped.
-DiNozzo, what exactly do you think you’re doing?
-Turning the TV on, sir!
-And why would that be?
-To watch the math… sir?
-Ah… I see. Now tell me, DiNozzo, does this look like a bar to you? – Gibbs asked, his eyes cold, his tone colder, - No? So this is a place of business, yes? SO WHY AREN’T YOU PEOPLE WORKING?!!!
In a flurry of papers, phones and typing, the team ran to their respective desks, at least to pretend to work, if not actually do anything until they know what the assignment was. Happy that they had received their dose of fright for the morning, Gibbs strolled off to the lab… to check… just in case. As he was leaving, he heard Tony whisper:
-I still say Abby would win…
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TBC
I know it's short and nothing actually happens, but bear with me...
Author's note: Hi, guys. Sorry it's taken so long to update. My dad was in hospital a grand total of 4 times and my dog, who was my best friend for 14 years, died 2 months ago. So it's been a bit difficult getting into the right mindset. I do apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I wrote most of it months ago and I just finished it off, a bit, so I'd get into the right mode of writing. The next one will be longer and hopefully not full of plot holes.
Also, anybody seen the last episode? Woah! Cliffhanger!!! And now that NCIS is done and Bones is done... what the hell am I gonna watch for the next few months?
Btw, any thoughts on the spin-off?
___________________________
-Business or pleasure? – Tony asked – What do you think, Ziva?
-Oh, definitely business… Perhaps pleasure later…
-Ewwww, Ziva! You think she and the boss…?
-Tony I did not know you had such a problem grasping the basic concept of sex…- Ziva smirked.
-I do NOT! Have ANY problems… with… you know… sex… but come on… I mean… She’s just sitting there. She rarely comes up. Think we should do something?
-How about offering the lady a cup of coffee, DiNozzo?
As per usual, their boss had materialized out of thin air behind them. There just had to be some secret door somewhere that Gibbs’ team wasn’t aware of… Yet! But some day, SOME DAY, very special agent Anthony DiNozzo was going to find it.
He strode past them, smirk on his face. It just wasn’t a good morning if it didn’t start with Tony cringing. And then there she was, sitting at his desk.
-Lieutenant Colonel Mann… What can we do for you?
She plunked a case file on his desk. This was not a happy Hol. Perhaps spending the night away from her and cancelling their dinner plans had not been one of his best ideas. But then again he had kissed Abby and now, knowing her taste, knowing how her lips felt against his, he couldn’t bring himself to be… intimate… with Hol. Not yet anyway.
-Well, Gibbs, it would seem we will be working together. – Lieutenant Colonel Mann said. – I will require full disclosure and access to your lab. And before you growl at me, I have coordinated the whole thing with your director.
Damn Jenny. She’d do this just to see him squirm. The woman he was currently dating and the woman who he once… dated… getting along. Oh, he was in all sorts of trouble.
-Well, seems I have no say in the matter, - Gibbs grumbled.
-Correct. Now if you don’t mind, and even if you do, I will be going downstairs to give your lab tech instructions.
And with that, Hollis left. The team stared after her. Was she suicidal? Giving Abby instructions? Everybody knew that you leave the trace evidence and say what you need done. And leave Abby to her own devices. And when you came back, you always got more than you asked for. But nobody ever gave her ‘instructions’. Not even Gibbs.
-This should be interesting to see, - Tony voiced everybody’s thoughts. – Think it would be wrong to spy on them a bit? Just see who wins the chick fight? Hm… I could even take bets. My money’s on Abby… She has scalpels!
-But the Lieutenant Colonel has years of battle experience and specific training, - Ziva said,- and she has been trained to handle any sort of attack. My money would be on her.
Gibbs just smiled. If he were a betting man, he wouldn’t bet on either. Hol may have the experience but Abby had knowledge of the terrain, access to weaponry, not to mention enormous boots. One well placed kick with those puppies and no amount of special training would keep Hol up. But Tony was reaching for the remote to the plasma and that needed to be stopped.
-DiNozzo, what exactly do you think you’re doing?
-Turning the TV on, sir!
-And why would that be?
-To watch the math… sir?
-Ah… I see. Now tell me, DiNozzo, does this look like a bar to you? – Gibbs asked, his eyes cold, his tone colder, - No? So this is a place of business, yes? SO WHY AREN’T YOU PEOPLE WORKING?!!!
In a flurry of papers, phones and typing, the team ran to their respective desks, at least to pretend to work, if not actually do anything until they know what the assignment was. Happy that they had received their dose of fright for the morning, Gibbs strolled off to the lab… to check… just in case. As he was leaving, he heard Tony whisper:
-I still say Abby would win…
___________________________
TBC
I know it's short and nothing actually happens, but bear with me...