NCIS fic: An Investigation In Three Acts
I
“I’ve found something, boss!” McGee half-rises from the chair, still typing one handed and catching his tie with the other hand so it doesn’t flap; he jumps in front of his desk and grabs the remote for the big screen, a fraction of a second before Tony fails to steal it for himself.
Tim smirks. Tony narrows his eyes.
“Well, let’s hear it, McGlee.”
“Apparently Petty Officer Laughlin had a second bank account, separate from his wife, and a laundry list of bills that can be traced back to a ‘Madame Bouvier’s Boutique’.
“Philandering?” Ziva suggests.
Gibbs hums, lips pursed.
II
“I have a feeling,” Tony says as they approach the store, “that an official enquiry is a no-no in this place. Just follow my lead, McProbie, see how an expert does it.” He winks, an exaggerated gesture, which Tim counters by rolling his eyes as far as they go.
“It’s a sex shop, Tony. I’m sure they’re used to law enforcement making the occasional enquiry.”
DiNozzo puts his arm around Tim’s shoulders, ushering him in the dimly lit ‘boutique’ to the sound of a jingly chime. “Oh, Tiny Tim. There are many things in this world you don’t know about!”
III
“Petty Officer Laughlin was a tranny?” Gibbs sips his coffee, betraying a minimal amount of surprise.
McGee shifts his weight, keeping his eyes on the screen. “Female impersonator.”
“Drag queen!” DiNozzo announces with relish. “An artistic pursuit Madame Bouvier, aka Gus Pike, was more than willing to help out our Timothy with. For a fee, of course.”
“Laughlin had good taste,” Ziva notices, tracing a finger down a glamour shot the guys liberated from the shop.
“Wanna see what McWong Foo looked like?” Tony holds up his cell phone, eyebrows waggling.
Gibbs slaps him on the head with his paper.
“I’ve found something, boss!” McGee half-rises from the chair, still typing one handed and catching his tie with the other hand so it doesn’t flap; he jumps in front of his desk and grabs the remote for the big screen, a fraction of a second before Tony fails to steal it for himself.
Tim smirks. Tony narrows his eyes.
“Well, let’s hear it, McGlee.”
“Apparently Petty Officer Laughlin had a second bank account, separate from his wife, and a laundry list of bills that can be traced back to a ‘Madame Bouvier’s Boutique’.
“Philandering?” Ziva suggests.
Gibbs hums, lips pursed.
II
“I have a feeling,” Tony says as they approach the store, “that an official enquiry is a no-no in this place. Just follow my lead, McProbie, see how an expert does it.” He winks, an exaggerated gesture, which Tim counters by rolling his eyes as far as they go.
“It’s a sex shop, Tony. I’m sure they’re used to law enforcement making the occasional enquiry.”
DiNozzo puts his arm around Tim’s shoulders, ushering him in the dimly lit ‘boutique’ to the sound of a jingly chime. “Oh, Tiny Tim. There are many things in this world you don’t know about!”
III
“Petty Officer Laughlin was a tranny?” Gibbs sips his coffee, betraying a minimal amount of surprise.
McGee shifts his weight, keeping his eyes on the screen. “Female impersonator.”
“Drag queen!” DiNozzo announces with relish. “An artistic pursuit Madame Bouvier, aka Gus Pike, was more than willing to help out our Timothy with. For a fee, of course.”
“Laughlin had good taste,” Ziva notices, tracing a finger down a glamour shot the guys liberated from the shop.
“Wanna see what McWong Foo looked like?” Tony holds up his cell phone, eyebrows waggling.
Gibbs slaps him on the head with his paper.