|It's My Playground
Author: StrangeVisitor PM
Snapshots of the NCIS team. These are a series of unrelated stories written for the NCIS Flash Fiction challenge community on Live Journal. Some are funny, some are sad and most feature Tony. I wanted to collect them in one place.Rated: Fiction K - English - Chapters: 12 - Words: 11,026 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 02-28-08 - Published: 08-18-07 - id: 3732175
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I belong to the NCIS flashfiction community on LJ and I wanted to collect the stories here in one place. Each Chapter will be a response to the prompt posted there.Weekly Prompt: Sports
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Summary: Tony has tickets to a football game.
Tony was all gloating smile when he entered the bullpen. He waited for McGee or Ziva to notice his good mood so he could feign reluctance to share.
"Ok Tony, you look like the cat that swallowed that pigeon. What has made you so happy?"
Ah, Ziva, Tony thought, right on cue. "That's a canary, Ziva. The cat who swallowed a canary," Tony shook his head, "never mind," and then proceeded to explain his good fortune. "Well, if you must know, I scored free box seats to the Redskins football game this weekend and I might have an extra ticket for the right person."
Tony was nodding and gesturing for Tim and Ziva to begin fighting for the privilege of going with him.
"That's great, Tony." McGee sounded less than enthusiastic.
Tony repeated, "box seats, Probie. Best in the house. I just happen to know a guy." Tony was disappointed that McGee was still showing no signs of being impressed.
"Sorry, Tony, football is not really my thing." Tim shrugged and returned to his work.
"You sure you're a guy?" Tony asked. McGee just rolled his eyes. "Fine you don't want to go, your loss"
"I will go," Ziva piped up. "I love football."
"That's great," Tony was pleased that Ziva, at least, seemed duly impressed.
"Oh, yes. In fact, I even used to play a little."
Tony tried to picture the tiny Mossad agent on a football field. All he came up with was this image of her shooting the quarterback to end the play and win the game. "You played football?" he could not stop the snicker from creeping into his voice.
"Yes, Tony. I know many women who play. Why is this such a surprise?"
Tony wanted to say that the only women he knew who participated in pro-football were the cheerleaders. But at the word cheerleader, he conjured up another image of Ziva, this time in a short skirt with pom poms, and his brain froze. He stayed stuck on that thought until he felt a hand connect with the back of his head.
"She means soccer, DiNozzo, and they don't have cheerleaders." Gibbs didn't even break stride as he passed a stunned Tony and seated himself behind his desk.
How does he do that? Recovering quickly, Tony scoffed, "I knew that."
Gibbs gave him that look that said "yeah, right".
Gibbs cleared his throat and then waited for everyone's attention. "It seems we have been assigned weekend duty and…"
"But, Boss," Tony interrupted. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help whining, "I have these tickets to the playoff game and they are great seats. It's a …." Tony's voice trailed off when he realized Gibbs was trying not to smile. Tony cautiously smiled back and handed over a ticket.
Gibbs took the offered item and added, "did I say this weekend, DiNozzo?"