[NCIS: Drabble] "My Treat" [G]
Title: My Treat
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Prompt: ncisdrabble100 challenge #169 "Timothy McGee"
Character(s): Tim McGee, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David
Summary: "Okay, McGee, cough it up."
Note(s): tag to this week's episode... the name of which has for some reason escaped me. Possible very small spoilers.
My Treat
"Okay, McGee, cough it up."
McGee looked up from his report to find both of his partners standing in front of his desk- Tony held out his hand expectantly.
"We didn't have a bet on anything," said McGee.
"It is not a bet, McGee," said Ziva. "We want all the information you have on jet-pack technology."
He brightened. "Then, you agree with me that-"
"Not in the slightest, McGeek," said Tony. "We just want it so you can't show it to us."
"We will not damage it," Ziva added. "We simply do not wish ever to see it again."
McGee winced. "Was I really that annoying?" he asked, apologetically.
"Yes!" his partners said at once.
"Look," said Tony. "Maybe- just maybe- it was a little interesting the first time. But the fifteenth? Even Abby looked like she wanted to smack you."
"Gibbs did," McGee admitted. He took a CD from his desk drawer and put it in the computer's disk drive.
Maybe he had gone a bit overboard. But the whole idea of personal jet-packs was just so fascinating! And the possibility of a viable commercial-
McGee looked up to find Tony and Ziva still glaring at him. With a sigh, he began transferring files to the disk.
If he really thought about it, McGee supposed he should be grateful- neither of his partners had complained about him taking charge of this case, and they'd followed his lead without question.
He transferred the last file, then popped out the disk and handed it to Tony. "That's all of it."
"Good." Tony stashed the disk in his desk drawer and grabbed his coat. "Come on, Probie. Let's go find Abby and Palmer, then grab something to eat."
"Your prize," said Ziva.
"She means 'your treat', Probie."
McGee grinned. "My treat."
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Prompt: ncisdrabble100 challenge #169 "Timothy McGee"
Character(s): Tim McGee, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David
Summary: "Okay, McGee, cough it up."
Note(s): tag to this week's episode... the name of which has for some reason escaped me. Possible very small spoilers.
My Treat
"Okay, McGee, cough it up."
McGee looked up from his report to find both of his partners standing in front of his desk- Tony held out his hand expectantly.
"We didn't have a bet on anything," said McGee.
"It is not a bet, McGee," said Ziva. "We want all the information you have on jet-pack technology."
He brightened. "Then, you agree with me that-"
"Not in the slightest, McGeek," said Tony. "We just want it so you can't show it to us."
"We will not damage it," Ziva added. "We simply do not wish ever to see it again."
McGee winced. "Was I really that annoying?" he asked, apologetically.
"Yes!" his partners said at once.
"Look," said Tony. "Maybe- just maybe- it was a little interesting the first time. But the fifteenth? Even Abby looked like she wanted to smack you."
"Gibbs did," McGee admitted. He took a CD from his desk drawer and put it in the computer's disk drive.
Maybe he had gone a bit overboard. But the whole idea of personal jet-packs was just so fascinating! And the possibility of a viable commercial-
McGee looked up to find Tony and Ziva still glaring at him. With a sigh, he began transferring files to the disk.
If he really thought about it, McGee supposed he should be grateful- neither of his partners had complained about him taking charge of this case, and they'd followed his lead without question.
He transferred the last file, then popped out the disk and handed it to Tony. "That's all of it."
"Good." Tony stashed the disk in his desk drawer and grabbed his coat. "Come on, Probie. Let's go find Abby and Palmer, then grab something to eat."
"Your prize," said Ziva.
"She means 'your treat', Probie."
McGee grinned. "My treat."
THE END
Current Mood:
cold