Splinters
An NCIS Drabble.
Tony was fidgeting. And it was driving Ziva up the hull. Every time Tony moved, his face scrunched up in pain, and he let out a squeak. McGee kept glancing up from his computer. If Ziva didn't get to Tony first, then McGee would.
Gibbs was blissfully unaware, or else didn't care about the tension in the Bullpen.
Tony knew they were watching him, so he tried to keep himself in check. But it was very difficult. Pain is not an easy thing to hide. Ziva had taken out her knife and was twisting it in her hands, glaring at Tony meaningfully. McGee was no longer pretending to type, and was now simply staring at Tony, and clicking his pen.
Click. Click.
Finally, after half an hour of the fidgeting, and the clicking, and the glaring, Tony stood quickly and made his way to the elevator. Ziva put her head in her hands, and McGee turned back to his computer happily.
Gibbs remained silent.
.
Down in Abby's lab, Tony was bent over Abby's desk, and she picked at him with a pair of tweezers.
"Okay, so tell me again how you managed to get splinters there?" Tony gave a yelp as she dug out another.
"We were working on the boat." Hands grasped his hips tightly, lips pressed against his neck.
Abby grinned. "Right. Working on the boat. Whatever you say, Tony."
A/N: Completely random, I know. But it popped into my head and I just had to write it down.
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