Fic: Chirp
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cottontailsTitle: Chirp
Fandom: NCIS
Character(s): Team
Pairing(s): None
Word Count: 219
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ncisdrabble100
Disclaimer: Sadly not mine. I am just borrowing the characters to play in my sandbox and will return them (relatively) unharmed.
Summary: Some packages are better left unknown.
A pair of eyes around one column. A compact mirror with a small hand sticking out from behind the stairwell. Another up above on the landing with a pair of binoculars zooming down over one particular person's desk.
On this desk sat a large package. Larger than the occupant of that desk normally received. It only made it reasonable that the rest of the team would grow inquisitive.
Nextel settings on lowest possible, Tony radioed the others from his position.
chirp “Papa Bear status?”
chirp “Occupied,” Palmer radioed back, peering into the autopsy room.
With a hand motion, Tony nodded to Ziva who slid into the bullpen and walked smoothly as a cat towards Gibbs' desk with determination. Popping open her personal knife, she looked up at McGee who watched from the landing.
Swiftly cutting the tape and opening the flaps of the box, she shuffled the packing corn aside and raised an eyebrow before rushing to close the box back up and finding tape to cover her intrusion.
chirp “Crazy Ninja? What was it?!” Tony asked into his radio.
chirp “Believe me Tony, nothing you want to know,” she said moving to sit at her desk and stare at her computer monitor, having thought she'd seen and experienced everything before – but never that.
Fandom: NCIS
Character(s): Team
Pairing(s): None
Word Count: 219
Notes(s): Written for
ncisdrabble100Disclaimer: Sadly not mine. I am just borrowing the characters to play in my sandbox and will return them (relatively) unharmed.
Summary: Some packages are better left unknown.
A pair of eyes around one column. A compact mirror with a small hand sticking out from behind the stairwell. Another up above on the landing with a pair of binoculars zooming down over one particular person's desk.
On this desk sat a large package. Larger than the occupant of that desk normally received. It only made it reasonable that the rest of the team would grow inquisitive.
Nextel settings on lowest possible, Tony radioed the others from his position.
chirp “Papa Bear status?”
chirp “Occupied,” Palmer radioed back, peering into the autopsy room.
With a hand motion, Tony nodded to Ziva who slid into the bullpen and walked smoothly as a cat towards Gibbs' desk with determination. Popping open her personal knife, she looked up at McGee who watched from the landing.
Swiftly cutting the tape and opening the flaps of the box, she shuffled the packing corn aside and raised an eyebrow before rushing to close the box back up and finding tape to cover her intrusion.
chirp “Crazy Ninja? What was it?!” Tony asked into his radio.
chirp “Believe me Tony, nothing you want to know,” she said moving to sit at her desk and stare at her computer monitor, having thought she'd seen and experienced everything before – but never that.