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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,658
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.
Monkey Named Lulu
Disclaimer: Don’t own NCIS, or Gibbs, or Abby, or a farting hippo…
Author’s Note: Oh for the love of all that is holy! Have the people at university no respect for fanfiction?! I can’t write AND study for exams. I mean, seriously…
Also, as per finlaure’s request, I will give quotation marks a go. If I mess up terribly, it’s not my fault, it’s google. Let me know if this improves your reading experience any. Thanks.
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“Ziva!!! Ziva! Damn it, where the hell is she?!” Tony said, while trying to both yell for Ziva and be quiet, at the same time. He ran around his own desk, then around Ziva’s and finally stood in the middle looking around frantically.
“Ummmm… Tony…. What are you doing?”
“Not now, McGee. I need Ziva. Where is she? I have some… delicate intel… to share with her…”
“You mean office gossip.”
“No, Timmy. This goes way, way beyond simple office gossip. This, McProbie, is top secret material, the likes of which can only be shared with a trained Israeli assassin who will sooner die than spill her guts… Or have her guts spilled before she spills her guts.”
“Tony, that’s disgusting! And don’t you think you’re overreacting?”
With an outraged look on his face, DiNozzo walked over to McGee and put his arm around the boy wonder in a semi-hug, semi-choke-hold.
“I have seen things, Timmy… Things you wouldn’t believe! Aaaaand, since you won’t believe me, I have to tell Ziva”
“It’s just killing you that you can’t say anything, isn’t it? Come on, out with it. I know how you get. Just tell me and get it over with”
“Tell you what, McGee?”
“Ummmm… I don’t know, boss. I… weren’t you just in the lab, sir?”
“Yes, McGee. And now I’m here. And not a minute too soon because it seems DiNozzo is about to share some choice gossip with us, aren’t you, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, all genuine interest in his voice, but not so much in the killer stare he was giving Tony.
“Well, now… You see, boss… I was just…”
Poor Tony. It really wasn’t fair to make him sweat like that. But it was entertaining.
“I’d like a word in private, DiNozzo. If you can spare a moment from your busy rumor-spreading schedule”
“Sure, boss”
McGee looked between the two men. Tony seemed tense, which was not strange, considering he was standing next to Gibbs, who seemed to invoke this reaction in more or less anybody. The surprise lay with Gibbs, who also seemed tense. It wasn’t the first time Tony heard something around the water-cooler and had run back to spread it as fast he could. And Gibbs really never seemed to mind unless it got in the way of the work they were doing. So as Gibbs held Tony by the back of the neck and walked him to the corner of the stairs, Timmy dismissed the whole thing as a work related incident.
At the corner of the stairs, very few words were exchanged. There was a stern look from Gibbs to Tony and just a couple of choice words.
“You. Saw. Nothing.”
“Gocha, boss.”
“Well… That was rather unexpected.” Hollis said with a smile that made her face look just about ready to crack, “Tell me… Does this sort of thing happen often between you two?”
“No, it doesn’t happen often between the two of us. Usually there’s a goat, some bongo players and a monkey named Lulu involved.”
Abby was furious. Not only did the Mann woman barge into her lab this morning and order her about, now she came in unannounced and spoiled what seemed to be leading to a perfectly good make out session between Abby and Gibbs.
“Wait, what?!” she thought. “Did I just put the words ‘make out session’ and ‘Gibbs’ in the same sentence? How strange. But it did feel good having him that close, feeling his breath on my skin. Damn tease! Evil, evil man! Oh, right! Speaking of evil men, there’s one in my lab.”
“Look, lady. I don’t know what you think you saw, but nothing happened apart from Gibbs bringing me my CafPow! and leaving it in front of me. See?” she pointed to the evidence, “CafPow! right there! He brought it and then I shall drink it during this work day” she continued in slow, deliberate tones, “at the end of which I may or may not drive out to get another one.”
Hollis retained the composure that comes with years of training and also planning to deface some private property belonging to a certain Goth.
“Do not think you can wiggle out of this. I know what I saw. I’m not stupid”, this earned her a small chuckle from Abby, “You and I are in a business relationship and personal feelings should not get in the way of that. Now, I came down here to bring you the evidence collected from the crime scene and I’ve done just that.”
“Oh yeah, like all investigators bring their own evidence to the lab”, Abby added under her breath.
“What was that?”
“I said: No investigator brings their own boxes. There are actually people, working in the evidence room, who do this sort of thing. So don’t play coy. You asked Tony to bring the boxes with you just so you can spy on me.”
“A bit paranoid, aren’t we?” Mann laughed.
“Oh no. Don’t try to make me out to be the idiot here. I do my job. I do it better than anybody you’ll ever find. And you trick poor Tony to come on your stupid recon mission just so you can check up on me. Let me make one thing very clear” Abby hissed, while closing in on Mann. In her boots she was about a foot taller.
“I am the best in this field. And it is gonna take a lot more than you sneaking around, showing up unannounced in my lab to make me slip up. There’s nothing going on between me and Gibbs. But if you want to play your little mind games, all I can say is bring it on!”
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TBC...
Author’s Note: Oh for the love of all that is holy! Have the people at university no respect for fanfiction?! I can’t write AND study for exams. I mean, seriously…
Also, as per finlaure’s request, I will give quotation marks a go. If I mess up terribly, it’s not my fault, it’s google. Let me know if this improves your reading experience any. Thanks.
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“Ziva!!! Ziva! Damn it, where the hell is she?!” Tony said, while trying to both yell for Ziva and be quiet, at the same time. He ran around his own desk, then around Ziva’s and finally stood in the middle looking around frantically.
“Ummmm… Tony…. What are you doing?”
“Not now, McGee. I need Ziva. Where is she? I have some… delicate intel… to share with her…”
“You mean office gossip.”
“No, Timmy. This goes way, way beyond simple office gossip. This, McProbie, is top secret material, the likes of which can only be shared with a trained Israeli assassin who will sooner die than spill her guts… Or have her guts spilled before she spills her guts.”
“Tony, that’s disgusting! And don’t you think you’re overreacting?”
With an outraged look on his face, DiNozzo walked over to McGee and put his arm around the boy wonder in a semi-hug, semi-choke-hold.
“I have seen things, Timmy… Things you wouldn’t believe! Aaaaand, since you won’t believe me, I have to tell Ziva”
“It’s just killing you that you can’t say anything, isn’t it? Come on, out with it. I know how you get. Just tell me and get it over with”
“Tell you what, McGee?”
“Ummmm… I don’t know, boss. I… weren’t you just in the lab, sir?”
“Yes, McGee. And now I’m here. And not a minute too soon because it seems DiNozzo is about to share some choice gossip with us, aren’t you, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, all genuine interest in his voice, but not so much in the killer stare he was giving Tony.
“Well, now… You see, boss… I was just…”
Poor Tony. It really wasn’t fair to make him sweat like that. But it was entertaining.
“I’d like a word in private, DiNozzo. If you can spare a moment from your busy rumor-spreading schedule”
“Sure, boss”
McGee looked between the two men. Tony seemed tense, which was not strange, considering he was standing next to Gibbs, who seemed to invoke this reaction in more or less anybody. The surprise lay with Gibbs, who also seemed tense. It wasn’t the first time Tony heard something around the water-cooler and had run back to spread it as fast he could. And Gibbs really never seemed to mind unless it got in the way of the work they were doing. So as Gibbs held Tony by the back of the neck and walked him to the corner of the stairs, Timmy dismissed the whole thing as a work related incident.
At the corner of the stairs, very few words were exchanged. There was a stern look from Gibbs to Tony and just a couple of choice words.
“You. Saw. Nothing.”
“Gocha, boss.”
“Well… That was rather unexpected.” Hollis said with a smile that made her face look just about ready to crack, “Tell me… Does this sort of thing happen often between you two?”
“No, it doesn’t happen often between the two of us. Usually there’s a goat, some bongo players and a monkey named Lulu involved.”
Abby was furious. Not only did the Mann woman barge into her lab this morning and order her about, now she came in unannounced and spoiled what seemed to be leading to a perfectly good make out session between Abby and Gibbs.
“Wait, what?!” she thought. “Did I just put the words ‘make out session’ and ‘Gibbs’ in the same sentence? How strange. But it did feel good having him that close, feeling his breath on my skin. Damn tease! Evil, evil man! Oh, right! Speaking of evil men, there’s one in my lab.”
“Look, lady. I don’t know what you think you saw, but nothing happened apart from Gibbs bringing me my CafPow! and leaving it in front of me. See?” she pointed to the evidence, “CafPow! right there! He brought it and then I shall drink it during this work day” she continued in slow, deliberate tones, “at the end of which I may or may not drive out to get another one.”
Hollis retained the composure that comes with years of training and also planning to deface some private property belonging to a certain Goth.
“Do not think you can wiggle out of this. I know what I saw. I’m not stupid”, this earned her a small chuckle from Abby, “You and I are in a business relationship and personal feelings should not get in the way of that. Now, I came down here to bring you the evidence collected from the crime scene and I’ve done just that.”
“Oh yeah, like all investigators bring their own evidence to the lab”, Abby added under her breath.
“What was that?”
“I said: No investigator brings their own boxes. There are actually people, working in the evidence room, who do this sort of thing. So don’t play coy. You asked Tony to bring the boxes with you just so you can spy on me.”
“A bit paranoid, aren’t we?” Mann laughed.
“Oh no. Don’t try to make me out to be the idiot here. I do my job. I do it better than anybody you’ll ever find. And you trick poor Tony to come on your stupid recon mission just so you can check up on me. Let me make one thing very clear” Abby hissed, while closing in on Mann. In her boots she was about a foot taller.
“I am the best in this field. And it is gonna take a lot more than you sneaking around, showing up unannounced in my lab to make me slip up. There’s nothing going on between me and Gibbs. But if you want to play your little mind games, all I can say is bring it on!”
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TBC...