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Mouse Trap
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A/N: Okay, I should probably be at uni, atm, but since my lecture was cancelled, I didn’t see the point of travelling a total of three hours there and back just for a 50 minute tutorial. So I decided to stay home and do this instead.
And my lips hurt real bad. I’m serious; I’m having a total Napoleon moment. Besides, it’s cold and windy and I just wanted to stay in bed all day. Sorry this update took so long; my muse was MIA and then converted to a different fandom. Thanks to all that enjoyed the last. Hope this is equally as crazy.
It was a quiet Friday night, and everyone's favourite heroes, Kate, Tony, Abby and McGee were hanging out at Abby’s apartment.
After watching Saw one, two and three in succession, it was Abby who suggested they play a game.
“What sort of game?” Kate asked warily, glancing around her apartment.
“Yeah, Abs,” Tony said, excited, “what sort of game?”
Abby reached into a nearby cupboard and pulled out a box.
“Mouse Trap!”
“‘A game of zany action on a crazy contraption’,” McGee read the box “sounds interesting.”
“Wait, Probie, you’ve never played Mouse Trap before?” Tony asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Kate piped up, “You have a mountain of board games at your house, but you’ve never played Mouse Trap?”
“No, I can’t say I have.”
“Well, you’re going to love it, McGee,” Abby enthused, “it’s pretty hinky.”
“Hinky?” McGee questioned, “How can a board game be ‘hinky’?”
“You’ll see, McGee,” Abby grinned evilly, “you’ll see.”
“Says he who owns ‘Star Wars Monopoly’,” Tony muttered.
Kate and Tony high-fived.
“Your aim is to be the last mouse standing,” Abby explained again, sighing. “I don’t know how to explain this anymore clearer.”
“I thought you went to M.I.T, McGee,” Kate chuckled, rolling the dice and setting up her designated part of the trap, “shouldn’t this be cinch for you?”
“He must have been away that day,” Tony laughed.
“Shut up you guys,” McGee sighed, “can someone tell me what piece to put on next?”
“You attach the ‘thing-a-ma-jig’ to the top of the ‘plumbing’,” Kate read aloud from the instructions, “then you place the ‘metal marble’ on the smaller hole on the ‘thing-a-ma-jig’.”
“Huh?” McGee asked, confused.
“God!” Abby huffed, grabbing the pieces from the box and setting them up, “You know this game is for ages six and up.”
“Shut up.”
Tony pumped his fist in the air.
“Just get it over with,” Kate groaned, her head in her hands.
Tony slowly turned the lever…
“Wait!” Abby interrupted, “I have to sing the song!”
Turn the crank and snap the plank
Which boots the marble right down the chute
Now watch it roll and hit the pole
Which knocks the ball into the rub-a-dub tub
Which hits the man into the pan
The trap is set! Here comes the net!
The net came down on Kate’s mouse and Tony and Abby cheered.
“I caught Katie, I caught Katie,” Tony chanted, “Now I get your cheese.”
Tony waggled his eye brows suggestively.
“Hinky.” Abby giggled.
“Ugh,” Kate handed over her cheese pieces, “why do you have to turn everything into something sexual?”
“It’s more fun that way,” he grinned.
The game continued like normal for a few minutes, with Abby, McGee and Tony moving quickly around the inner circle and Kate half-sulking, half making sarcastic comments from her spot on the couch. Abby and Tony both landed on the trap space. McGee rolled the dice.
“No!” Abby groaned.
McGee landed on the ‘turn the lever’ space.
From the couch, Kate started laughing.
“Aren’t you going to sing the song, Abs?” Kate teased.
“Shut up, Kate,” Abby pouted.
“Who would have thought,” Tony mused, “Mr ‘I-don’t-get-it’ won the game.”
“Beginners luck,” McGee shrugged modestly.
“I’m gonna get another drink, anyone want another?” Kate asked, standing slowly.
“Yep,” McGee and Abby chorused.
“I’ll help,” Tony jumped up.
He slowly walked into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Kate.
“You know, Tony, I really don’t need your help,” Kate called out, rummaging through a cupboard, “It’s under…”
She spun around. He was standing right in front of her, boxing her in.
“…control.”
He placed both hands either side of her on the counter. She back up closer to the counter.
“Ever heard of ‘personal space’, DiNozzo?” Kate smirked, folding her arms in front of her.
“Ever wondered what it would be liked to be ‘trapped’?” Tony whispered, leaning in closer.
Kate unfolded her arms, leaning back into the counter. She stared at him defiantly.
“How about you just move, DiNozzo,” she whispered back.
“Make me.” He leaned in closer.
“You know Katie, when you said you were getting us drinks, I didn’t know you were going to be making them-”
Abby paused mid-rant when she reached the kitchen. Tony and Kate’s lips were mere millimetres apart.
She giggled, winking at the two before retreating back to the living room.
Sitting on the couch, she leaned her head on McGee’s shoulder. She sighed happily.
“I love Mouse Trap.”