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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,651
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.
Shower
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. See this font? I don’t even own that. Hell, I’m not sure I even own my brain at this point!
Author’s note: Big kiss to KellyRoxton. She posts first. She’s been with me through every damn chapter. And now I feel I’ve let her down. I’m in the middle of the chapter writing now and I’ve just read her review: I hope I don’t disappoint you in this one. I’ll chop Mann up into little indistinguishable bits if you want me to, Kelly. I mean, I hate her guts too.
On a side note: I should be studying dynamics. But I’m obviously not. Anybody have ideas about Lagrange and D’Alambert?
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It was not a good day to be Timothy McGee. Apartment under fumigation. Car in the shop. And a bored Tony DiNozzo on the right.
-Hey, McGeek. I hear Abbs solved the case for you. Must be nice to have a big, strong girl to do all your work for you. Tell me, McEmasculated, does she protect you when bullies try to steal your lunch money, too?
Tim just ran his fingers through his greasy hair, hoping to all that is holy that this day would just end so he could go home and take a much needed shower. He barely heard Tony’s remarks.
-I believe that McGee was right to follow Abby’s lead. She obviously had more experience in the matter and was thus able to help him reach the conclusions he did. – said Ziva, coming to McGee’s rescue, as always.
-Ooh! Look at that, Timmy! Now you’ve got a hired assassin protecting you and …
Tony was cut off by McGee’s phone.
-The McGyver theme song? Seriously, McGee?!
But Tim wasn’t paying attention. He’d nod from time to time and grunt in agreement. As the conversation progressed, Tim would only communicate by grunting and sighing while his shoulders slumped ever lower. Finally he ended the conversation with a very glum ‘Goodbye.’
-I can’t believe this! How can a ceiling collapse during a routine fumigation?! Where the hell am I going to sleep?
-Don’t look at me, McHomeless. I offer my B&B services only to people who are hot and female. Of which you are neither.
-I am sorry, McGee. I would gladly offer you my couch, but I am having… company… over tonight. – Ziva said, trying to look regretful, but not actually succeeding.
-Well, I guess it’s another night in the office for me then. Unless Abby might… She’s probably working… Then again, what have I got to lose?
From the corner of the stairs Gibbs watched McGee talk animatedly over the phone, smiling wider as the conversation progressed. She had agreed. Gibbs closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He felt his fists clench. Taking one… two… three breaths, and when he was sure he wouldn’t go over and strangle McGee, he went down to the garage. After all, he had a date to get ready for.
-I swear, Mr Palmer, one day we will end up outside the continental USA because of your inability to follow directions! – Ducky fumed while getting his gear out of the truck. – I have to say, it was a good thing you made it through medical school, because you would have made a terrible cabby.
Jimmy fumbled with the equipment, muttering his replies so that Ducky couldn’t hear. After all, doctor Mallard was against expletives and Jimmy couldn’t come up with any witty replies just now.
Gibbs was leaning against the Jeep door while he sipped his coffee. Ziva and Tony were bickering about something. The hangar was enormous and the sound of running footsteps echoed around it. Red in the face, panting and looking slightly ill, McGee came running up to the crime scene.
-Sorry…. Boss…. Had…. Run… bath…. – he attempted to explain.
-Why is your hair wet, McGee?
-Abby… Shower… Cold… Time… Hurry….
-Take a deep breath, McGee, before you give yourself an aneurism. – Gibbs growled, his voice growing a bit strained as he said – Now. Explain!
-Sorry… I…. I’m late… Boss… I was… over…over at Abby’s and…. took a… shower, Boss, and there was… no warm…. water and I had no… no time… Crime scene… Ziva called… Had to hurry…. – Tim managed to get out a coherent thought between pants.
Gibbs felt his hand tighten around the cup of coffee he was holding. So… McGee had spent the night at Abby’s. And took a shower there. All sorts of scenarios played out in Gibbs’ head as he fought the rage rising up his throat. He had told her! Told her that McGee was NOT to stay over. He made it clear.
But then again, he had had a date that same night. With Hollis Mann, no less. And throughout dinner, the drinks, the walk, all he thought about was how upset Abby had been. How she had pushed him away. How her hair smelled when she hugged him. How her arms felt wrapped around him. How….
-Boss? Can I…. ummm… Can I go now?
-Yes, of course, McGee. See that back wall over there? See the dripping substance on it? It’s brain matter, McGee. I want you to scrape every little bit down. Bag, tag and send it to Ducky when you’re done.
Just because it was 6.30AM and McGee looked tired and ill didn’t mean he could get away with being late… Among other things.
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TBC
Reviews are better than cold showers at Abby's :D
Author’s note: Big kiss to KellyRoxton. She posts first. She’s been with me through every damn chapter. And now I feel I’ve let her down. I’m in the middle of the chapter writing now and I’ve just read her review: I hope I don’t disappoint you in this one. I’ll chop Mann up into little indistinguishable bits if you want me to, Kelly. I mean, I hate her guts too.
On a side note: I should be studying dynamics. But I’m obviously not. Anybody have ideas about Lagrange and D’Alambert?
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It was not a good day to be Timothy McGee. Apartment under fumigation. Car in the shop. And a bored Tony DiNozzo on the right.
-Hey, McGeek. I hear Abbs solved the case for you. Must be nice to have a big, strong girl to do all your work for you. Tell me, McEmasculated, does she protect you when bullies try to steal your lunch money, too?
Tim just ran his fingers through his greasy hair, hoping to all that is holy that this day would just end so he could go home and take a much needed shower. He barely heard Tony’s remarks.
-I believe that McGee was right to follow Abby’s lead. She obviously had more experience in the matter and was thus able to help him reach the conclusions he did. – said Ziva, coming to McGee’s rescue, as always.
-Ooh! Look at that, Timmy! Now you’ve got a hired assassin protecting you and …
Tony was cut off by McGee’s phone.
-The McGyver theme song? Seriously, McGee?!
But Tim wasn’t paying attention. He’d nod from time to time and grunt in agreement. As the conversation progressed, Tim would only communicate by grunting and sighing while his shoulders slumped ever lower. Finally he ended the conversation with a very glum ‘Goodbye.’
-I can’t believe this! How can a ceiling collapse during a routine fumigation?! Where the hell am I going to sleep?
-Don’t look at me, McHomeless. I offer my B&B services only to people who are hot and female. Of which you are neither.
-I am sorry, McGee. I would gladly offer you my couch, but I am having… company… over tonight. – Ziva said, trying to look regretful, but not actually succeeding.
-Well, I guess it’s another night in the office for me then. Unless Abby might… She’s probably working… Then again, what have I got to lose?
From the corner of the stairs Gibbs watched McGee talk animatedly over the phone, smiling wider as the conversation progressed. She had agreed. Gibbs closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He felt his fists clench. Taking one… two… three breaths, and when he was sure he wouldn’t go over and strangle McGee, he went down to the garage. After all, he had a date to get ready for.
-I swear, Mr Palmer, one day we will end up outside the continental USA because of your inability to follow directions! – Ducky fumed while getting his gear out of the truck. – I have to say, it was a good thing you made it through medical school, because you would have made a terrible cabby.
Jimmy fumbled with the equipment, muttering his replies so that Ducky couldn’t hear. After all, doctor Mallard was against expletives and Jimmy couldn’t come up with any witty replies just now.
Gibbs was leaning against the Jeep door while he sipped his coffee. Ziva and Tony were bickering about something. The hangar was enormous and the sound of running footsteps echoed around it. Red in the face, panting and looking slightly ill, McGee came running up to the crime scene.
-Sorry…. Boss…. Had…. Run… bath…. – he attempted to explain.
-Why is your hair wet, McGee?
-Abby… Shower… Cold… Time… Hurry….
-Take a deep breath, McGee, before you give yourself an aneurism. – Gibbs growled, his voice growing a bit strained as he said – Now. Explain!
-Sorry… I…. I’m late… Boss… I was… over…over at Abby’s and…. took a… shower, Boss, and there was… no warm…. water and I had no… no time… Crime scene… Ziva called… Had to hurry…. – Tim managed to get out a coherent thought between pants.
Gibbs felt his hand tighten around the cup of coffee he was holding. So… McGee had spent the night at Abby’s. And took a shower there. All sorts of scenarios played out in Gibbs’ head as he fought the rage rising up his throat. He had told her! Told her that McGee was NOT to stay over. He made it clear.
But then again, he had had a date that same night. With Hollis Mann, no less. And throughout dinner, the drinks, the walk, all he thought about was how upset Abby had been. How she had pushed him away. How her hair smelled when she hugged him. How her arms felt wrapped around him. How….
-Boss? Can I…. ummm… Can I go now?
-Yes, of course, McGee. See that back wall over there? See the dripping substance on it? It’s brain matter, McGee. I want you to scrape every little bit down. Bag, tag and send it to Ducky when you’re done.
Just because it was 6.30AM and McGee looked tired and ill didn’t mean he could get away with being late… Among other things.
_________________________
TBC
Reviews are better than cold showers at Abby's :D