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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,652
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Dogs Allowed
Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own. A. Thing. But love to hang out with Mrs. Mallard :)
Autor’s note: Yes, three short chapters in one day. I suck! I should just write a nice big proper chapter, but it’s so much easier like this :)
So a couple of people seem interested in harming Mann. So, when you review, let me know how you’d kill off Mann. I mean, kill or maim or whatever, just so she keeps her greasy paws off of Gibbs. So, if you feel like it, tell me what you’d do.
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Tony stared at the ex wet floor sign. It had a big piece of cardboard stuck to it with black letters. He walked around it. Nope, he wasn’t hallucinating. He ran back to the office.
-Ziva! Have you seen the sign?
-I have. I believe that we have a bit of a problem.
-Are you kidding me?! We have a HUGE problem! This never happens. As a matter of fact, what the hell happened anyway?... You think we should…. Y’know…
-Tell him? No. I do not believe that is wise, Tony.
-Oh come on! He’ll see it sooner or later. We HAVE TO tell him. It’s our duty. Plus, I want to see the reaction! – Tony snickered.
- The reaction to what, DiNozzo? – Gibbs’ asked, startling Tony.
-Oh! There you… I knew you were there, boss. I… well… - he glanced quickly at Ziva,- I thought there’s something you ought to see.
-Does it have anything to do with the 10 square feet of splattered brains we found this morning?
-Well, no…. not exactly. But if you want stuff about the case… well… We should go see Abby, right?
Avoiding the glare from Ziva, Tony accompanied Gibbs to the lift. They went down in an awkward silence, as most elevator rides usually end up. The doors opened and they headed toward Abby’s lab. They were greeted by a big piece of cardboard in front of the open door.
“Dogs and other pets allowed. GUNNIES KEEP OUT!!!”
So that was the way she was going to play it? Well, alright. He’d let her. But just this once. She’d be over this little tiff in a day. She always was.
-Tony, I think you should talk to Abby alone. I’m gonna go see what Ducky’s got for us. – Gibbs said, turning on his heel and walking away, leaving a rather disappointed Tony at the door.
-…and Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia is the scientific name for brain freeze. Which, my poor fellow, I am pretty sure you will not be feeling anymore.
-Talking to the dead again, Ducky?
-Ah, Jethro. Just the man I wanted to see.
-Got something for me, Ducky?
-Not as such, not yet. I have sent the brain matter Timothy collected off to Abigail, for analysis. Mind you, the poor boy was looking rather nausiated. Also, I took the samples to Abby personally, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw...
-Ah... the sign... – Gibbs chuckled.
-Yes. What have you done to Abigail, Jethro?
-I didn't do anything to her, Ducky. You know I'd never do anything to hurt Abby. She's just upset because she's not getting any CafPow!s.
-I believe Abby is a bit more mature than you give her credit for, Jethro. She would not ban you from her lab for no reason. – Ducky scowled.
-Hell, Ducky, what do you want me to say? Why don't you go ask her?!
-I did. She said you were banned for three days and...
-Come on, we both know Abby, she'll be over it by the end of the day.
-I don't know, Jethro. She seemed rather peeved.
-I don't have time to discuss Abby's childish reactions now, Ducky. I'll see you later. -Gibbs yelled, halfway out the door.
Turning to the corpse at hand, the doctor sighed.
-If I were a betting man, I would bet you £200 that Abby was not the one being childish. Well, if you were alive, that is.
-You believe she is still gassing? – Ziva asked.
The office was dark, illuminated only by the desk lamps on Ziva's and Tony's desk. McGee was quietly nodding off in his dark corner.
-Fuming, Ziva. And I think she still is. She added red paint to the sign. And a couple more exclamation marks. And Gibbs isn't going anywhere near the lab. Think he might be intimidated? – Tony asked.
-I doubt it. Though Abby is quite skilled in taking care of herself, I believe that if Gibbs really wished to enter, she could not prevent it. Perhaps Gibbs is giving her space so she can forgive him. I do wonder what it was that happened for them to argue. They always seem so close.
-Elementary, my dear Ziva.- Tony replied, holding an imaginary pipe,- Abby obviously does not approve of the boss' selection of women. Last night I saw him drive off with that Lieutenant Colonel Mann. Perhaps our little Abby has a case of the green-eyed monster disease.
-But why would she? She and Gibbs are only friends.
-Yes...well...- he glared at Ziva. – Don't undermine my logic! Anyway, I don't see Gibbs telling us and Abby's not going to. And if we keep gossiping, it will eat at us. It's boring anyway.
A paper clip flew across the office, hitting McGee's ear, snapping him out of whatever dream he was having.
-Hey, McDrool-face, why are you sleeping on the job? Still no bed to go to?
-Actually, Tony, I'm spending the night at Abby's. – McGee replied, the smug tone somewhat deterred by the sleepy haze still in his head.
-You what? Abby? Our Abby? Why, Timmy you sly dog, you! You weaseled your way into a girl's appartment. And without roofies too!
As far as slaps upside the head go, this was a harsher one.
-OW! Boss! What'd I do?!
-Speak. – Gibbs growled.
-Ummm... Sorry, boss. I... ummm...
-Buy a dictionary, DiNozzo. When will your house be done, McGee?
-Couple of days, boss...
-Precisely!
-I don't know, boss. It might take a while. I'm sleeping at Abby's.
'Sleeping... and showering... and god knows what else!'- Gibbs thought. But instead of voicing this, he just managed an almost inaudiable 'I know'.
-Go home! All of you! You are joining the search for the other victims bright and early tomorrow morning so I suggest you get some rest. – Gibbs barked, before leaving himself.
-Guess the date didn't go very well – Tony snickered, while following Ziva and McGee to the elevator.
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TBC
Reviews are more fun than Ducky's trivia. Btw, I dare you to say Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia 5 times in a row :D
Autor’s note: Yes, three short chapters in one day. I suck! I should just write a nice big proper chapter, but it’s so much easier like this :)
So a couple of people seem interested in harming Mann. So, when you review, let me know how you’d kill off Mann. I mean, kill or maim or whatever, just so she keeps her greasy paws off of Gibbs. So, if you feel like it, tell me what you’d do.
_____________________________
Tony stared at the ex wet floor sign. It had a big piece of cardboard stuck to it with black letters. He walked around it. Nope, he wasn’t hallucinating. He ran back to the office.
-Ziva! Have you seen the sign?
-I have. I believe that we have a bit of a problem.
-Are you kidding me?! We have a HUGE problem! This never happens. As a matter of fact, what the hell happened anyway?... You think we should…. Y’know…
-Tell him? No. I do not believe that is wise, Tony.
-Oh come on! He’ll see it sooner or later. We HAVE TO tell him. It’s our duty. Plus, I want to see the reaction! – Tony snickered.
- The reaction to what, DiNozzo? – Gibbs’ asked, startling Tony.
-Oh! There you… I knew you were there, boss. I… well… - he glanced quickly at Ziva,- I thought there’s something you ought to see.
-Does it have anything to do with the 10 square feet of splattered brains we found this morning?
-Well, no…. not exactly. But if you want stuff about the case… well… We should go see Abby, right?
Avoiding the glare from Ziva, Tony accompanied Gibbs to the lift. They went down in an awkward silence, as most elevator rides usually end up. The doors opened and they headed toward Abby’s lab. They were greeted by a big piece of cardboard in front of the open door.
“Dogs and other pets allowed. GUNNIES KEEP OUT!!!”
So that was the way she was going to play it? Well, alright. He’d let her. But just this once. She’d be over this little tiff in a day. She always was.
-Tony, I think you should talk to Abby alone. I’m gonna go see what Ducky’s got for us. – Gibbs said, turning on his heel and walking away, leaving a rather disappointed Tony at the door.
-…and Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia is the scientific name for brain freeze. Which, my poor fellow, I am pretty sure you will not be feeling anymore.
-Talking to the dead again, Ducky?
-Ah, Jethro. Just the man I wanted to see.
-Got something for me, Ducky?
-Not as such, not yet. I have sent the brain matter Timothy collected off to Abigail, for analysis. Mind you, the poor boy was looking rather nausiated. Also, I took the samples to Abby personally, so you can imagine my surprise when I saw...
-Ah... the sign... – Gibbs chuckled.
-Yes. What have you done to Abigail, Jethro?
-I didn't do anything to her, Ducky. You know I'd never do anything to hurt Abby. She's just upset because she's not getting any CafPow!s.
-I believe Abby is a bit more mature than you give her credit for, Jethro. She would not ban you from her lab for no reason. – Ducky scowled.
-Hell, Ducky, what do you want me to say? Why don't you go ask her?!
-I did. She said you were banned for three days and...
-Come on, we both know Abby, she'll be over it by the end of the day.
-I don't know, Jethro. She seemed rather peeved.
-I don't have time to discuss Abby's childish reactions now, Ducky. I'll see you later. -Gibbs yelled, halfway out the door.
Turning to the corpse at hand, the doctor sighed.
-If I were a betting man, I would bet you £200 that Abby was not the one being childish. Well, if you were alive, that is.
-You believe she is still gassing? – Ziva asked.
The office was dark, illuminated only by the desk lamps on Ziva's and Tony's desk. McGee was quietly nodding off in his dark corner.
-Fuming, Ziva. And I think she still is. She added red paint to the sign. And a couple more exclamation marks. And Gibbs isn't going anywhere near the lab. Think he might be intimidated? – Tony asked.
-I doubt it. Though Abby is quite skilled in taking care of herself, I believe that if Gibbs really wished to enter, she could not prevent it. Perhaps Gibbs is giving her space so she can forgive him. I do wonder what it was that happened for them to argue. They always seem so close.
-Elementary, my dear Ziva.- Tony replied, holding an imaginary pipe,- Abby obviously does not approve of the boss' selection of women. Last night I saw him drive off with that Lieutenant Colonel Mann. Perhaps our little Abby has a case of the green-eyed monster disease.
-But why would she? She and Gibbs are only friends.
-Yes...well...- he glared at Ziva. – Don't undermine my logic! Anyway, I don't see Gibbs telling us and Abby's not going to. And if we keep gossiping, it will eat at us. It's boring anyway.
A paper clip flew across the office, hitting McGee's ear, snapping him out of whatever dream he was having.
-Hey, McDrool-face, why are you sleeping on the job? Still no bed to go to?
-Actually, Tony, I'm spending the night at Abby's. – McGee replied, the smug tone somewhat deterred by the sleepy haze still in his head.
-You what? Abby? Our Abby? Why, Timmy you sly dog, you! You weaseled your way into a girl's appartment. And without roofies too!
As far as slaps upside the head go, this was a harsher one.
-OW! Boss! What'd I do?!
-Speak. – Gibbs growled.
-Ummm... Sorry, boss. I... ummm...
-Buy a dictionary, DiNozzo. When will your house be done, McGee?
-Couple of days, boss...
-Precisely!
-I don't know, boss. It might take a while. I'm sleeping at Abby's.
'Sleeping... and showering... and god knows what else!'- Gibbs thought. But instead of voicing this, he just managed an almost inaudiable 'I know'.
-Go home! All of you! You are joining the search for the other victims bright and early tomorrow morning so I suggest you get some rest. – Gibbs barked, before leaving himself.
-Guess the date didn't go very well – Tony snickered, while following Ziva and McGee to the elevator.
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TBC
Reviews are more fun than Ducky's trivia. Btw, I dare you to say Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia 5 times in a row :D