Another one-shot of mine out of boredom. Supposed to be amusing. A bit of Tiva I guess.
The team sat in the bullpen, bored as all hell. It was a hot, clammy summer day and there were rumors going around that the air-conditioning system was going to break down soon with the force it was blowing throughout the building. Of course the MCRT was stuck to doing paperwork at their desks instead of doing the so called 'fun' stuff of solving murders.
Tony wasn't particularly interested in focusing on his paperwork considering the conditions of the office right now. He was better off with clothing than McGee, who had a dress shirt, jacket, and heavy suit pants. Tony only had on a dress shirt, that sleeves were now rolled up to his elbow and the top two buttons were undone, showing off a good two inches of chest. Thoughts of just taking off his shirt were starting to come to mind, but he knew Gibbs may kill him for that.
He was not the only one with those thoughts though. His partner, Ziva David, dressed in a loose shirt and thin pants, was even getting annoyed with the heat and was tempted to strip down to just her tank top beneath. Which was weird, considering she has grown up with that stuff.
Tony thought up the idea of talking, hoping to get rid of the silence and maybe some of the hot air inside him. He picked the most random topic he could think of. "What do you think you would be if you were an inanimate object?" He was asking both Ziva and McGee, whichever wanted to answer.
McGee looked at him with surprise. Not of the random topic really, mostly because Tony had actually never asked that before.
Tony just kept talking when no one answered. "McGee is obvious. He'd be a computer, or some weird electronic device that mixes a TV, computer, any game consoles or past and present all mashed together into one."
Tim just rolled his eyes and got back to work, not wanting to take part in it.
"Ziva would be a knife. Brings death sharp and quick and sharp enough to slice anything." The rambling continued.
Ziva looked over at him and put up a finger, ready to correct him. "Actually, Tony, knives cannot slice through anything. Besides, guns can kill quicker."
Tony nodded. "Fair enough. But if you're the gun then I get to be the bullets." He said while flashing a grin at her.
"Why? So you can get inserted in me?" Ziva asked with a coy smile.
Tony was about to respond when he fully realized what she was saying and just stared at her, mouth open held agape, completely speechless.
McGee laughed a little behind his computer.
Ziva just continued on with her paperwork.
Tony tried to get back to work but could not for the life of him focus on his work, but now it wasn't because of the heat of the air.
David is sick-minded. So am I, considering I thought this up.