Family First (T/Z) <3
The man opened his garage door, what he wasn't expecting, was to see three NCIS officers waiting for him with not so nice looks on their faces. Probationary Agent Vaughn walked right to him and handcuffed the bald man, who was seriously furious.
- Mr. Dick... - DiNozzo made a pause and tried to contain his smile at the sound of the name - ...you're under arrest for the murder of Petty Officer Maxwell Taylor. Enjoy your stay in our finest facilities... Dick.
As Agent Vaughn transported the murder to the car, the other Agent, Damon, was laughing discretely.
- "Dick..." - he laughed - That was funny, Sir.
DiNozzo head slapped him in that moment.
- There's nothing funny about murder, Damon.
- Sorry, Sir... I mean, Boss...
Later that night on the bullpen.
DiNozzo drank the last drops of his milkshake, grabbed his backpack and was leaving, when noticed that Agent Vaughn was still typing on his computer.
- Get some rest, McWorkee. We're done for today.
- Yes, Boss. I just want to finish this report...
- Hey... - Tony pointed out to Vaughn's family photo on the desk, his wife and two kids. - Family first. You can finish it tomorrow. It's an order.
Agent Vaughn smiled.
- Ok, Boss. - and he started shutting down his computer.
DiNozzo arrived home looking tired. The day was rough. When would people stop hurting each other? Sometimes the world just made him sick. But a delicious lasagna smell came flying from the kitchen and his stomach made a disgruntled sound. He left his backpack on the sofa and entered the kitchen, and smile as he saw Ziva looking beautiful and busy decorating the plates.
- Hi, luv. -he said grabbing her waist and giving a long desirable kiss. - Lasagna night? Have I been a good scout?
- It is for Tommy. He got an A in English. - Ziva said slapping him gently on the cheeks.
- I told you that if you stopped helping him with English he would do better.
Ziva stared at him with laser eyes and removed his plate from the table.
- It will be grilled fish for you, Tony!
- Oh...
Tommy entered the kitchen delighted with the sight of lasagna. Gave his dad a quick hug and sat down at the table.
- How was your day, dad. Did you get more bad guys?
- Yeah... - he didn't want to talk about work at dinner.
Ziva brought his lasagna plate again with extra cheese and blinked at him.
- Just like Bruce Willis on Die hard?
- Something like that... - and he exchanged a passionate look with his wife.
- Well, let's eat out! - Ziva said.
- Eat up! - Tony and Tommy corrected.
And they laughed for a while, and then Tony and Ziva listened carefully and enthusiastically to every little boring detail that happened to Tommy at school.
- Mr. Dick... - DiNozzo made a pause and tried to contain his smile at the sound of the name - ...you're under arrest for the murder of Petty Officer Maxwell Taylor. Enjoy your stay in our finest facilities... Dick.
As Agent Vaughn transported the murder to the car, the other Agent, Damon, was laughing discretely.
- "Dick..." - he laughed - That was funny, Sir.
DiNozzo head slapped him in that moment.
- There's nothing funny about murder, Damon.
- Sorry, Sir... I mean, Boss...
Later that night on the bullpen.
DiNozzo drank the last drops of his milkshake, grabbed his backpack and was leaving, when noticed that Agent Vaughn was still typing on his computer.
- Get some rest, McWorkee. We're done for today.
- Yes, Boss. I just want to finish this report...
- Hey... - Tony pointed out to Vaughn's family photo on the desk, his wife and two kids. - Family first. You can finish it tomorrow. It's an order.
Agent Vaughn smiled.
- Ok, Boss. - and he started shutting down his computer.
DiNozzo arrived home looking tired. The day was rough. When would people stop hurting each other? Sometimes the world just made him sick. But a delicious lasagna smell came flying from the kitchen and his stomach made a disgruntled sound. He left his backpack on the sofa and entered the kitchen, and smile as he saw Ziva looking beautiful and busy decorating the plates.
- Hi, luv. -he said grabbing her waist and giving a long desirable kiss. - Lasagna night? Have I been a good scout?
- It is for Tommy. He got an A in English. - Ziva said slapping him gently on the cheeks.
- I told you that if you stopped helping him with English he would do better.
Ziva stared at him with laser eyes and removed his plate from the table.
- It will be grilled fish for you, Tony!
- Oh...
Tommy entered the kitchen delighted with the sight of lasagna. Gave his dad a quick hug and sat down at the table.
- How was your day, dad. Did you get more bad guys?
- Yeah... - he didn't want to talk about work at dinner.
Ziva brought his lasagna plate again with extra cheese and blinked at him.
- Just like Bruce Willis on Die hard?
- Something like that... - and he exchanged a passionate look with his wife.
- Well, let's eat out! - Ziva said.
- Eat up! - Tony and Tommy corrected.
And they laughed for a while, and then Tony and Ziva listened carefully and enthusiastically to every little boring detail that happened to Tommy at school.