So I'm in love with McGee's book. And I was bored. And this idea came to me. And I just read a spoiler that they MAY be bringing his book back, which I liked…so enjoy! (Oh, and I don't know what Agent Tommy's last name is in Deep Six, so I'm just gonna say it's DiNardo.) : ) So enjoy! (Oh, and thanks to popular demand, I may may this a two-shot...hehe) Tell me what you think, por favor!
It was 241h on a Friday night, or Saturday morning if you will, and Tony DiNozzo was driving his antique 1964 Mustang down the road to McGee's place.
And no, before you ask, he was not drunk. In fact, he was completely sober. The only thing he was, at the moment, was bored. Overly, completely, utterly, bored. And, since it was 242h in the morning, he knew that no good movies or other TV shows were on at this hour, and after the 'Claire' fiasco, he really didn't want to toy with McGee's mind again.
Correction.
He did want to toy with McGee's mind again, just not his…personal crap inside of him. Parking the car, unable to keep the grin off of his face, he bounded up the steps of the apartment complex and knocked on door number three.
"Oh, probie!" he called, grinning even wider. He knew that McGee's publisher was going to have a meltdown if he….Thom E. Gemcity…didn't turn in the first draft of his book to her so she could hand it off to the editor, "Open up!"
He could almost hear McGee groan from the other side of the door as he opened it up, "What do you want, Tony? I'm under a lot of stress right now."
"Morning, McGemcity. What's happening?" He pushed past him, "Nice pants." McGee just looked down at his pink and green stripped pants and then closed the door. Annoyed by his co-worker, he watched him tinker with this and that in his living room.
"What do you want, Tony?"
"Why does it matter, McZero?" He asked, eyeing a strange device on McGee's workbench. He was bending down, cocking his head to look at it in a different angle. Carefully, he put his finger up and paused right before it collided with the red button, "What does this do?" he asked as he pushed his finger onto it. A jack in a box popped up, and Tony sprung away from it, "Jeez, McCircus, could you have any weirder toys here?"
"Tony, look, I'm on a tight schedule right here with my editor and my publisher, so if you could just leave, that would be great."
"Naw, I can't. Too bored. Can't sleep."
"Have you been drinking?" He sighed as Tony eyed another contraption.
"No…" He drawled out as he pushed random buttons, random sounds coming out as well.
"Will you stop that? You're gonna break it!" He quickly ran over to him and pulled it out of his hands, "Why don't you go to Gibbs?" He questioned, and Tony laughed.
"Are you serious, McGee? He'll probably make me work on that stupid boat of his…"
"Ziva's?"
"I already tried there. She told me that if I didn't leave she'd make me wish I never met her. And she said she'd kill me with a stapler…which I'd like to see her try…what's up with her and killing with office supplies? I mean, jeez! First paperclips and now staplers!" Tony looked around a little, scanning the room before his eyes fell onto a shredder, and lots of papers next to it. His eyes lit up as he ran towards it.
"Tony…" McGee started, warningly, "What are you doing?" He slowly asked as he watched him pick up a notebook, very hefty with paper.
"Oh ho ho! Jackpot!"
"HEY! Gimme that! That's my new book!" He reached for it, but Tony pulled it out of his reach.
"It was a sunny, beautiful morning in Washington DC. The clouds were puffy in the crystal clear sky, the light shining through….blah blah blah…blah blah blah…" Tony hastily went through the papers.
"You're gonna tear it!" McGee whined, "Give it back!"
"Cool off McGarnagle! Let me just get to the good part…ah ha!" He exclaimed as he found it before he cleared his throat and started pacing around the room as he read aloud.
"Special Agent Tommy, his brown hair coated back, looking sleek and handsome, rose from the bed and walked from the bedroom into the living room. He adjusted his red tie, which accented his Italian made suit before he heard a sweet, Israeli voice that could only belong to his partner, Mossad Liaison Officer Lisa. He turned his head quickly to the right, only to see a stunning, breath-taking Lisa standing in a blue dress that was cut off just above her knee and deep blue heels accenting her dress. Loose, brown curls hung from her body as she gave him a sexy smile. Tommy only let his mouth drop at the sight of her, and he couldn't wait until tonight at dinner where he, earlier that day, decided he was going to finally risk it all and propose to her." Tony stopped, "Excuse me, McDickens? What the hell? Tommy and Lisa can't get married!"
"And why not?" McGee sighed, "I mean, that's what my fans want."
"Who cares what the fans want, I mean, this is Ziva and I you're talkin' about here, probie, not just some fictional characters!"
McGee closed his eyes and frowned, "Tony," He opened them back up, "You and Ziva aren't getting married. Lisa and Tommy are getting married."
"Yeah, characters based on us!" Tony paused as he let McGee's last sentence sink into his head, "Hold on. They are? So she says yes?" He questioned, flipping through the pages.
"Yeah, Tony, she says yes. Now can you leave?" He ripped the binder out of his hands.
"Wait until Ziva reads that, probie. Then you'll really have to sleep with both your eyes open." Tony grinned.
"Can't you just leave, Tony? It's almost 300h." He pointed towards the door.
"Ah yes, and here we are, standing in your apartment." He grinned. They just stood there for a while, staring at each other.
"Tony, I was in the middle of the last chapter, I'd like to at least get some amount of sleep tonight before Gibbs kills me for being inattentive tomorrow."
"I understand. Now…what were you talking about with 'the fans demanding it?'" He asked, using air quotations around 'the fans demanding it'.
"Yes, Tony, believe it or not, there are actually people in this world that like my book and appreciate the work that I do." He said, grabbing his briefcase and pulling out a wad of letters and smacking it down onto his desk. Tony furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion as to why McGee was slamming them down, and soon, he was slamming down four more, "These people actually appreciate my creative writing skills."
"Creative writing skills?" Tony asked before scoffing, "Yeah right. You based your characters off of us! You used us as your little action figures."
He rolled his eyes, "So what, Tony?" Tony picked up a stack of letters, ripping off the rubber band before opening one up.
"This one's from an 'Alice Truhaurt' in New Mexico." He read from the front before he cleared his throat and read off of the pink paper.
"Dear Mr. Gemcity,
My name is Alice Thruhaurt, and I am fourteen years old, and I currently live in New Mexico. I am writing this letter to you because I am madly in love with your books Deep Six and Rock Hollow. They're both amazing! You are a very talented writer, and I hope that one day I will actually meet you in person and you can sign my books for me. If you respond to fan mail, like this one, which I'm hoping you do, since you seem like a nice person, at least from my perspective, I was wondering if you could answer a question for me? Will Tommy and Lisa ever take their relationship further than having sex? Could they possibly get married? I love that plot line, they're made for each other! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my letter, and the best of luck with your writing!
Your biggest fan,
Alice Truhaurt"
Tony laughed, "McGee, these are priceless!"
"Shut up, Tony, she appreciated my writing."
"So…whatcha working on right now?" Tony asked, placing one hand on the back of McGee's chair and the other on his desk, staring at the ancient typewriter in front of him.
"Writing the last chapter of my book! Now can't you just leave me alone?" He demanded. Suddenly, jazz music began in the room, and McGee rolled his eyes as he stood up. Tony pulled back to let McGee through, "That's my publisher, I'll bet you." He said, "Be quiet, Tony!" He cried, before picking up his phone and quickly running towards the bedroom, locking the door behind him. Tony just grinned, he didn't even bother chasing after him. Sighing, he surveyed the room and then looked down at the typewriter.
He read the last line McGee wrote, "Lisa's brown eyes sparkled with love for the man in front of her as she stared into his green ones, the same love radiating off of each other. They were now married, Tommy and Lisa DiNardo."
Tony scoffed and then stretched his fingers before he started a new line. He looked at McGee's bedroom door and then back at the typewriter. Before he made a run for the front door, the binder that held pages of Tim's new book in his hands, he bit his lip and grinned as he typed one last line:
McGregor shouted, "I AM PROBIE!" And then there was a huge explosion that came out of LJ Tibbs stupid boat and everyone died. (But Lisa and Tommy filed for divorce right before!) hehehe