Tony & Ziva - Rule #12

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Blame It On My Youth

Tony paced the floor around McGee's desk, so much that the carpet was wearing away. His hand were in his pockets and worry was spread across his face. He stopped and slid his fingers through his short, brown hair. McGee look up at him and sighed.

"Tony, will you stop worrying?! Everything is going to be fine." he assured him, as he stopped working at his computer momentarily.

"Listen, McPsychic, you don't know that for sure. This has got to be perfect."

McGee looked...

Q: How does it feel to be FOTM again?
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Q: You get a chance to be a character on the show, what is:
* Your character’s name: Simone LePage
* Occupation: Writer
* Storyline: I have a husband who is a Marine and he ends up getting himself into a lot of trouble and goes missing for awhile. McGee is a friend of mine(we met at some kind of writer's get-together back when he was Thom E. Gemcity) and I know that he works for NCIS, so I decide to go to him and ask for help in finding my husband. The team decides to help, during the case all...

He was expecting the knock on his door. He was even expecting the armload of chocolate and microwave popcorn. What he wasn't expecting was the first words out of her pretty red-lipsticked mouth.

"Why exactly do you have half-naked pictures of Ziva on your computer, McGee?"

McGee gulped. "How…how did you find out about that?"

Abby stormed past him and dumped the popcorn, chocolate, and copy of Young Frankenstein on his couch. "From Ziva. She is not happy with you."

"Yeah, I'd kind of gathered that. Abby, I deleted them this afternoon. No trace of them remains. Ziva watched me do it." Desperate...

"Another day, another body." Tony sighed as Ziva and him walked into the NCIS HQ in Washington. "Very funny, Tony." Ziva said sarcastically. "I see you're making fun of the job you have, eh, Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked, walking in. "Ummmm.....no, boss." Tony said, a grin on his face as he was walking over to his desk, Gibbs behind him. "One thing before you sit, Dinozzo." Tony turned to face him. "Yeah, boss?" He asked. "Turn around." Tony chuckled. "You think I'm fall for that? Again? Really, boss. Find some new comical act already." Gibbs pointed to the floor. "There's a fifty-dollar bill on the...