NCIS Short Fic: It's Mocking Me! (Tony DiNozzo) PG
Title: It’s Mocking Me!
Author: Chris
prompt-in-a-box: Round #10
Prompt from Round #5, andyprue : " No sacrifice, no victory." Sam (Transformers, 2007)
Word Count: 495
Genre: Fluff/ Crack!fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Tony is dumb. Nuff said.
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/Character: Tony DiNozzo
Summary: Tony has a problem. Bullets are mocking him. Is he ready to give it up though?
Timeline: Any season Ziva is mocking Tony
Author's Note: This was one of those fics I wrote a while back, never posted, got new prompt, and here it is. First NCIS fic to see the light of… your computer. :)
Tony sat at his desk, eyeing the bullet that sat before him. It mocked him he decided. Defiantly a taunting look in the gleam of the casing. Maybe Abby could tell him why. Or maybe it was safer to just leave the whole “I think my bullet is mocking me” out of the conversation.
“Lost in thought, Tony?” Ziva asked, stopping at his desk. “The bullet got your tongue?”
“It’s actually cat…” Tony started to say, looking up at the Israeli. “But of course you know that. No the bullet doesn’t have my tongue. It just is… interesting to me.”
Ziva snatched it from his desk before he could react. “Looks like a standard issue 9mm round. Nothing of interest here.” She tossed it in the air, watching in amusement as Tony desperately grabbed it mid-flight. “Or maybe it has special meaning.”
Tony shot her a glare. “If I wanted to discuss this with you, I would have. But I was minding my own business, and didn’t want to discuss the bullet with you.”
“Perhaps Abby would like to hear about your bullet,” Gibbs quipped as he breezed past them. Tony cringed; the last person, next to anyone, who he wanted to have prying into his special interest into this bullet, was his boss.
“Yes, Boss,” he replied, hoping that it would gloss over any other questions. Gathering up the bullet, and keeping an eye on Ziva as she settled into her desk, Tony put it in his desk, tucking it away for another time.
He looked up to see Ziva watching him in her interested, trying to put a puzzle together way. She knew how to pry information out of him if she wanted, so he sat back, waiting for the questions. Glancing over to the desk next to hers, Gibbs sat with his head down his glasses on, and was busy trying to adjust the focal length to read the note the Director had left on the desk. Sufficiently enough of a distraction, but one could never be sure with Gibbs.
Giving Ziva another glance, he focused on the small stack of folders he needed to sign and hand around. The activity was mindless, but distracting. Slying another glance at Ziva, he saw it satisfied her too. Reaching into the drawer, he took the bullet back out and stared at it. He glared at it, turned it over, pouted, set it on the desk next to a stack of Bix pens.
“If you want to use it, I suggest putting it in your gun.”
Tony cringed and looked up at Gibbs. “Yes Boss,” he squeeked, quickly pushing the bullet back toward the open drawer. He heard Ziva’s small snicker and made a face at her, only to be met with a hard, and sure slap to the back of his head from Gibbs.
“Back to work. If you want to kill someone, maybe you should find this dead Marine’s killer.”
“Yes, Boss!”
Author: Chris
prompt-in-a-box: Round #10
Prompt from Round #5, andyprue : " No sacrifice, no victory." Sam (Transformers, 2007)
Word Count: 495
Genre: Fluff/ Crack!fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Tony is dumb. Nuff said.
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/Character: Tony DiNozzo
Summary: Tony has a problem. Bullets are mocking him. Is he ready to give it up though?
Timeline: Any season Ziva is mocking Tony
Author's Note: This was one of those fics I wrote a while back, never posted, got new prompt, and here it is. First NCIS fic to see the light of… your computer. :)
Tony sat at his desk, eyeing the bullet that sat before him. It mocked him he decided. Defiantly a taunting look in the gleam of the casing. Maybe Abby could tell him why. Or maybe it was safer to just leave the whole “I think my bullet is mocking me” out of the conversation.
“Lost in thought, Tony?” Ziva asked, stopping at his desk. “The bullet got your tongue?”
“It’s actually cat…” Tony started to say, looking up at the Israeli. “But of course you know that. No the bullet doesn’t have my tongue. It just is… interesting to me.”
Ziva snatched it from his desk before he could react. “Looks like a standard issue 9mm round. Nothing of interest here.” She tossed it in the air, watching in amusement as Tony desperately grabbed it mid-flight. “Or maybe it has special meaning.”
Tony shot her a glare. “If I wanted to discuss this with you, I would have. But I was minding my own business, and didn’t want to discuss the bullet with you.”
“Perhaps Abby would like to hear about your bullet,” Gibbs quipped as he breezed past them. Tony cringed; the last person, next to anyone, who he wanted to have prying into his special interest into this bullet, was his boss.
“Yes, Boss,” he replied, hoping that it would gloss over any other questions. Gathering up the bullet, and keeping an eye on Ziva as she settled into her desk, Tony put it in his desk, tucking it away for another time.
He looked up to see Ziva watching him in her interested, trying to put a puzzle together way. She knew how to pry information out of him if she wanted, so he sat back, waiting for the questions. Glancing over to the desk next to hers, Gibbs sat with his head down his glasses on, and was busy trying to adjust the focal length to read the note the Director had left on the desk. Sufficiently enough of a distraction, but one could never be sure with Gibbs.
Giving Ziva another glance, he focused on the small stack of folders he needed to sign and hand around. The activity was mindless, but distracting. Slying another glance at Ziva, he saw it satisfied her too. Reaching into the drawer, he took the bullet back out and stared at it. He glared at it, turned it over, pouted, set it on the desk next to a stack of Bix pens.
“If you want to use it, I suggest putting it in your gun.”
Tony cringed and looked up at Gibbs. “Yes Boss,” he squeeked, quickly pushing the bullet back toward the open drawer. He heard Ziva’s small snicker and made a face at her, only to be met with a hard, and sure slap to the back of his head from Gibbs.
“Back to work. If you want to kill someone, maybe you should find this dead Marine’s killer.”
“Yes, Boss!”